The Great Demon Holm

Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,"Thank you," Jack said as he walked over, picked out a decent one, and walked back to the counter.,“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sherlock Holmes, a detective.”。