HOLMES SHERLOCK MURDERS Doctor John Watson woke up to a glorious sight the sun was shining so brightly it burned his eyes and they filled with water as he shielded them with his hand. Wonderful. He said feeling well rested from his deep slumber. Where am I. For a few moments he didn't have a clue then it all came rushing back. His head ached as he stood up too fast and a rush of giddiness overlook him. Too much booze never again, he swore for the umpteenth time in his life. Marie appeared suddenly and without making a sound like a ghost giving him a start. My Dear are you alright? He jolted getting a crick in his neck. She saw and immediately went to him her beautiful deep red velvet gown brushed against his arms as she hugged him with such loving passion her eyes gazing into his but although she was delicately bathed beautiful and perfumed he got a distinct and unholy whiff of the grave. So putrid and deeply disturbing despite his awe and love for her that he had to fight back the urge to retch.
The blood of a hundred men was needed to make a dagger so powerful it was able to send a man into another dimension according to ancient le...
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