“My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work...”
Fog rolls across the Thames as lanterns sway on the creaking masts. The docks of Victorian London lie shrouded in shadow, where whispers travel farther than light. A small boat slips silently through the water — its destination unknown, its cargo perhaps deadly.
In the heart of the city, danger floats just below the surface — and Holmes is already watching from the shore.














