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"It vents lethal chlorine gas," Holmes finished. "Or erases the contents entirely. But they didn't count on one thing."

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The ghost didn't speak. Instead, it pointed toward the smog-choked docks of the Thames. "It vents lethal chlorine gas," Holmes finished

Sherlock Holmes sat hunched over a brass-rimmed microscope, his mechanical eye—a lattice of clicking gears and sapphire glass—whirring as it zoomed in on a jagged shard of metal. "It vents lethal chlorine gas