The London Legacy

nuscript Alexander Sterling had referred to still lay wrapped in the museum's protective cloth. She gazed a

the surface of the manuscript. There was a circular pattern with almost illegible Latin writing on the edges. In

realized something-the ink used on the manuscript looked different under certain angles of

appear on the surface of the manuscript. Ev

hadows fall. The legacy

place held a long history and was filled with secrets. But what

ying a copy of her notes, she made her way through the crowds of tourists that thronged the area. As a resident of Lo

old stone walls and dark hallways seemed to hold whispers from the pa

familiar voic

istant standing nearby. "What are you doi

worried that you would face danger alon

e. But as she scanned the man's face, she saw a look of earnestness in his eyes. "All r

m first, and chances are, they're hidden

e manuscript. But there was no sign of anything they could find. Evelyn felt hopeless until they came to a small room

walked closer, they both observed the shadow that seemed to

lue," James whispe

the painting. The hidden text appeared again, t

ne, where the raven wa

seemed to understand the meaning of the writing. "The Raven is the symbol of the Tower of Lond

st forgotten artifacts, they found a large black stone stored out of place. James and Evelyn pushed it tog

she found an ancient key adorned with f

, one must return to

n?" Evelyn asked wi

ession. "I think this game has just begun,

ere was very different. Alexander was waiting in his magnificent study but there was an unusual look of t

er asked as soon as he

mentioned in the manuscript. But there's something strange, Alexander. The message sa

was hard to guess. "Where it all began... I

ghgate? Isn't that

't been lived in since my parents died a few

terling, are you sure this is a good idea? Highgate is fu

mes. If the truth is indeed buried there, then we must f

to back down. "All right," she said finally. "But you m

f we find out what I think, then you will get all the answers you s

urrounded by towering old trees. Evelyn stood silently for a moment in front of the large rusted iron gate, feeling the heavy aura of the past enveloping the place, her goosebumps b

loudly sending chills down Evelyn's spine. "We're going in," he said in

l showed the glory of Victorian architecture with detailed carvings on its wooden pillars. Behind the