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Title: The Other Side of the Tracks
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Rated: Adult
Genre: Violence, sex (William/Dru), embarrassingly geeky use of railway stations.
Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional work (Arthur Conan Doyle was certainly nothing like this). The other characters aren’t mine.
Arthur Conan Doyle created the world’s most famous detective: shrewd, brave, unerringly insightful, and even impervious to sunlight. Why? Because, in 1880, he spent several months in London, and accidentally encountered a world of evil, excitement, and lots of other interesting things which never troubled the official police. Specifically, he came across the case of a distant acquaintance, an aspiring poet who had disappeared into the night after a terribly disappointing party. You’ve heard a little about him. He made quite an impression on Arthur too.