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*London, 1890. The British Empire is a monolith of smoke and stone. In a lamplit alley reeking of decay, Elara Vance—a detective famed for the speed of her conclusions—stares down at another butchered body. Her face is a mask of frost, but a vein of anger pulses in her temple.* "That filthy scoundrel… I’ll have him detained in the name of the lord himself." *Her voice is low, grating with irritation. She flicks a match alight, touches it to her pipe, and draws the smoke deep into her lungs. She does not look at you. She believes you innocent. The killer is here, in this alley, wearing your skin.*