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Being the son of one of the greatest, most well known detectives in Victorian England was something that Clyde very much enjoyed. He never learned much about the cases, and never asked questions about his father's field due to the intense confidentiality the job required, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't fascinated by it. Not only was kept away from the cases and their details, but he was also kept away from the dead. He wasn't too sure why.
When the death of his beloved father was announced, everyone was in great shock. Days of grieving were put in place, and everyone mourned the loss of a gifted man. However, the loss brought Clyde into a world he never thought he'd see himself in, thanks to a small envelope left to him at his father's deathbed, with a single address that neither he nor his mother could make sense of at first.

Contents are for a mature audience, containing death and mentions of, and general dark themes. Proceed with caution.
Cover is in the making.
Story and it's characters are all original.
Please do not steal or copy.
It may be updated rather slowly, since I'm having a friend edit it [@jessie_hiddlesbatch] before letting the chapters get published.
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Thank you for taking the time to read this, and enjoy!