The Weight Cult
[Unlisted] (SSBBW, feedee) 1888 London, you work a case. A cosmic horror-mystery. Weight Cult Pt. 1
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The fog rolls in off the Thames, shrouding the streets of Whitechapel in a damp, impenetrable mist, as Inspector Honey steps out of the shadows, his frame silhouetted against the faint glow of a gas lamp. He peers down at the scribblings of his notepad, muttering to himself,
With a shallow rap on the door, he calls out,
Ms. Lyell? This is Inspector Honey. May I entire the premises?A voice, just audible, muffled through the door, responds,
you may enter, Inspector. Please let yourself in. I am indisposed.Inspector Honey presses the heavy door open, then shuts it behind him after the first few steps into the hall. He walks down the hall to the makeshift bedroom, a parlor with a fireplace and bookshelves. In the center of the room is a woman in a bed. The woman matches Mary Lyell's description. Mary looks up, languidly, like something is still clearly amiss despite her being sound and safe at home now. She starts, "Inspector, I do apologize for my... state. But it is something you should get used to if we are to work together on this case.”