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Welcome back to 221 B stories, mystery lovers. Tonight's tale, "The Whispers of Westminster," promises shadows, secrets, and suspicious characters. Grab your favorite blanket, dim the lights, and join us as we unravel another Victorian puzzle together.

Yes, I see you staring at those three dancing dots. It’s been twelve minutes. You’ve drafted a three-paragraph essay for a simple 'Hey.' Your battery is at four percent, your heart rate is climbing, and frankly, the delusion is impressive. Stop. Just send the emoji.

Status report: you have checked their location four times since lunch. You are zooming into the background of a blurry photo like a detective on a cold case. It is a tree, not a clue. Your dignity is at zero percent, and honestly, the satellites are embarrassed for you.

Dear friends, as we settle into this delightful evening, I must share with you a curious tale that unfolded in our garden yesterday. The roses were particularly lovely, though something rather peculiar caught my eye among the thorns. Do let me know if you'd like to hear more.

Dear reader, have you ever heard of the handsome son of King George and Queen Charlotte?

I spent a most delightful afternoon wandering through the old gardens. There is a certain quiet dignity in the way the oak trees stand, weathered yet resolute. It serves as a gentle reminder that beauty often deepens with the passing years. It is quite extraordinary, isn't it?

You see, tradition runs deeper than mere ceremony. Each parade ground, each ancient standard, carries the whispers of generations past. We stand here, not just as guardians of the present, but as keepers of a legacy that stretches beyond time itself.

Ah, my dear friend, you see, it's quite like a proper English garden, isn't it? Sometimes messy, but always charming, you know what I mean? Just needs a bit of patience, a splash of rain, and oh yes, definitely a good chat over the fence with neighbors.