Recuerdos - Sherlock BBC

Recuerdos - Sherlock BBC

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Una mujer regresa a Londres con más pasado del que recuerda y menos futuro del que quisiera. Venus Trevor, forense brillante y enigmática, comienza a trabajar en el hospital St. Bart's, donde sus caminos se cruzan con un nombre que resuena en su historia: Sherlock Holmes. Él no la recuerda. Ella no sabe qué olvidar. En una ciudad llena de casos sin resolver y recuerdos distorsionados, ambos deberán enfrentarse a verdades enterradas, emociones que no saben nombrar... y a un vínculo que parece haber existido mucho antes de que volvieran a encontrarse. Una historia de deducción, heridas antiguas, y la sutil construcción de algo parecido al amor.
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