Crossroad: A Short Story

Crossroad: A Short Story Even the windows shook when the lightning burst overhead. Our front room lit like a Polaroid time and again as light flashed through blinds I hadn’t closed. Rain, endless, came in a deluge. I looked up from the armchair again. My...

Lestrade Solves the Case…

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