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When I was younger, I used to visit Hastings a lot.

My mum had an old pub there, just set back from the beach.

I can still picture the fishing boats pulled up on the shingle,

the smell of sea mixed with the vinegar from the chip shops,

and how the seagulls would love to steal

any chips that you had.

There's a certain feel about towns like that.

Slow, familiar, a little bit weather-worn that stays with you.

In tonight's story, we're heading to just such a place,

the quiet seaside town of Inglewood Bay, where Sherlock is once again confronted with a perplexing mystery, the kind that perfectly fills his days as a retiree in this beautiful, gentle part of the world.

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All right, now back to Nightfall's.

One sunny afternoon in late spring, Sherlock Holmes stepped into the municipal library

that rose a few streets back from the seafront in the town of Inglewood Bay.

It was an unusual building, standing apart from the gentle limestone houses and white-painted

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