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Shadow Stirs in Elderlen

Noted Nest

Updated: Oct 5, 2024

By Aanandi Joshi



The fog rolled in off the Thames, thick and impenetrable, as though the city itself conspired to cloak its secrets. Inspector Eliza Hawthorne pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, the damp chill seeping into her bones. She stood on the banks of the river, staring at the dark waters that lapped against the stone embankment, their surface a dull, murky grey under the gas lamps' flickering light.


It had been three days since the body of Lord Frederick Ashton had been found floating in the river, his face a pale mask of death. The newspapers had sensationalized his demise, speculating wildly about suicide, but Eliza knew better. There were too many unanswered questions and too many inconsistencies in the evidence. And she had a gnawing feeling, an instinct honed from years of experience, that there was more to this than met the eye.


Ashton had been a prominent figure in London's social and political circles, known for his philanthropy and progressive views. Yet, beneath the veneer of respectability, Eliza suspected a labyrinth of deceit and betrayal. Her investigation had led her to a shadowy world of hidden agendas and clandestine meetings, a world where power and ambition intertwined in a deadly dance.


She turned away from the river, her mind racing with possibilities. The autopsy had revealed traces of a rare and deadly toxin, one that could be procured only by someone with specialized knowledge and access. It was this clue that had led her to Dr. Julian Wren, a brilliant but reclusive chemist who had once been a close associate of Ashton’s.


Eliza made her way through the fog-shrouded streets, her footsteps echoing in the stillness. The city was a maze of narrow alleys and dimly lit avenues, a labyrinth of secrets and shadows. She arrived at Wren's townhouse, its imposing façade a stark contrast to the modest dwellings surrounding it. She hesitated for a moment, then rapped sharply on the door.


It was answered by a man in his late fifties, his thin frame and gaunt features giving him a spectral appearance. Dr. Wren regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.


"Inspector Hawthorne," he said, his voice a dry whisper. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"


"Dr. Wren," Eliza replied, her tone measured but firm. "I need to ask you a few questions about Lord Ashton."


He gestured for her to enter, leading her to a study lined with shelves of books and scientific instruments. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals and old paper. Eliza took a seat, observing him closely as he settled into a chair opposite her.


"Lord Ashton was a friend," Wren began, his eyes distant. "His death is a great loss."


"You were aware of his progressive views," Eliza said, watching his reaction. "And the enemies he made because of them."


Wren's gaze sharpened. "What are you implying, Inspector?"


"I'm implying that Lord Ashton may have been murdered," she replied. "And that the poison used is one known to very few."


For a moment, silence hung heavy between them. Then Wren leaned forward, his expression one of pained resignation.


"I did not kill Frederick," he said quietly. "But I know who did."


Eliza's heart quickened. "Tell me."


"It was his brother, Edward," Wren confessed. "Frederick discovered that Edward had been embezzling funds from their family's foundation. When he confronted him, Edward panicked and sought my help in procuring the toxin."


"And you agreed?" Eliza asked, incredulous.


"I was desperate," Wren admitted. "Edward threatened to ruin me, to expose certain... indiscretions from my past. I had no choice."


Eliza stood, her mind racing. "Where is Edward now?"


Wren sighed. "He’s fled to their estate in the country. But be careful, Inspector. He’s dangerous, and he won’t hesitate to kill again to protect his secrets."


Eliza nodded, her resolve steeling. As she left the townhouse and headed into the night, the fog seemed to lift slightly, revealing a sliver of moonlight. She knew the path ahead would be fraught with peril, but she was determined to bring Edward Ashton to justice. The truth, no matter how deeply buried, would see the light of day.


By Aanandi Joshi





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Very well written Anandi..Whole picture comes in front of me while reading.. Excellent observation and details covered.

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anup deshmukh
anup deshmukh
27. 6. 2024

Very beautifully written short story. Even with such quick read, we could visualise the entire back story, main plot and the ending.

Looking forward to reading Eliza's next case.

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Smita Patil
Smita Patil
27. 6. 2024

Wow....Anandi very well written dear....your command over language shows your word vocabulary and also reading curiosity....love it keep it up 👏👏👏👏

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pswagh
27. 6. 2024

Great Aanandi!

Very wisely written. When I read the story, I felt like reading a story from great, admired and experienced author. Also, I felt good command over English language & words selection which formed virtual scenes before me!!

Expect to read more stories from Aanandi.

I know, you will have great success! Keep it up!

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Kajal Kher
26. 6. 2024

The narrative is excellently crafted, maintaining a captivating language and a seamless flow that keeps the reader engaged from start to finish. Well done, Aanandi...Keep growing!

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