Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-3

I came back out with the watch. “This brings back memories. His clothes in the picture remind me of the ones we wore when we were younger, when we had to help around the shop. The ones with the itchy collars.”I could almost hear Kenneth’s mind working.“If he wasn’t born in the slums, what’s a… Continue reading Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-3

Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-2

Murders made all sorts of sensational news, but that boy at the harbor - my crystals hadn’t guided me there and I’d paid him little mind, deeming it unnecessary. “When was the boy in the harbor found again?” I asked casually. “The tenth. Just a few days ago.” He finished the tea in two large… Continue reading Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-2

Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-1

My modest venue in Clerkenwell was located between a milliner and a printing shop. A small bricked block with hundreds upon thousands worth of pounds in gemstones and jewelry behind the casing of glass and drapes. A bell tingled lightly as I pushed the doors open. Through this opening was a world of riches. The… Continue reading Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-1