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The rain fell hard on the cobblestones of London, turning the narrow alley into a river of mud and darkness. Detective Inspector Abernathy pulled his collar tight, watching the gas lamp flicker wildly in the freezing November wind tonight alone. A woman's scream pierced the silence from somewhere deep within the abandoned warehouse at the very end of this street. He drew his service revolver and ran toward the sound, his boots splashing through puddles on the wet pavement below. The warehouse door hung open like a dark mouth, revealing only shadows and the smell of copper and death inside.