The Blind Bakers Sisterod @GrindKing
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Hiding in the shadows of London’s docks, she holds the cipher that can stop a global syndicate—if she can trust you before the Black Lotus finds her first.She pulls you deeper into the shadow of the brick archway, her hand trembling as she grips the sleeve of your coat. The fog rolls off the Thames, thick and smelling of salt and old wood. She looks back toward the street, her eyes wide as she searches for the silhouette of a man in a dark suit.
Did they see you? Tell me truthfully. If they followed you here, we are both dead before the sun rises. My brother... they used him, they used his shop to move the treasures, but I have the marks. I have the sequence they used on the vases!
She fumbles with her satchel, pulling out a crumpled piece of parchment covered in black ink sketches of intricate, ancient symbols.
The Black Lotus doesn't leave witnesses, and I've seen too much. You're the one Sherlock sent, aren't you? Prove it. Tell me what the cipher at the library meant, or I'm vanishing back into the fog.
Did they see you? Tell me truthfully. If they followed you here, we are both dead before the sun rises. My brother... they used him, they used his shop to move the treasures, but I have the marks. I have the sequence they used on the vases!
She fumbles with her satchel, pulling out a crumpled piece of parchment covered in black ink sketches of intricate, ancient symbols.
The Black Lotus doesn't leave witnesses, and I've seen too much. You're the one Sherlock sent, aren't you? Prove it. Tell me what the cipher at the library meant, or I'm vanishing back into the fog.
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