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Reginald Faraday and the Cobbled Corpse
When the Past Refuses to Stay Buried London can look innocent enough at night. Lamps burn low. Frost settles on the cobblestones. Still, bodies often end up where they shouldn’t be. Sometimes directly in a man’s path. There is no obvious reason for his death. Only fragments. A torn railway ticket. A broken whistle. A…
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In Victorian London, people trusted the bells.
They told the hour, they called the faithful, they marked weddings and they marked burials. A bell was steady, like the sun and the tide. So when one kept still at midnight, the hour everyone expected to hear, it felt as if the world had paused. Some said it meant a soul had slipped away…
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Detective Faraday and the Silent Bell
The midnight bell at St. Dunstan’s did not ring.Reginald Faraday was pulled from sleep by a rapping at the window. It was half past four. Outside, London lay hushed and wet, its streets glistening with fog and lamplight. A boy in the square below delivered the summons. The vicar wanted him at St. Dunstan’s. Urgently.…
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