The Laughing Prophet

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2026-05-26 19:25:06 -

The journal was bound in leather the colour of dried blood, and it sat on the desk as though it had been waiting for Arthur all along. He had not wanted to touch it. The house on Baker Street was still thick with the smell of the funeral—the lilies, the damp wool of the mourners' coats, the whispered condolences from people who had known his grandfather only in his final, fevered years. But the...

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