Placeholder: [Kupka] Driven by an inexplicable hunch, Dr. Watson followed his instincts and ventured outside the bustling streets of London and into the desolate moors that surrounded it. The barren heath stretched as far as the eye could see, a stark contrast to the gas-lit urban sprawl he called home. The modern industrial world seemed distant here, replaced by the vast emptiness of the natural landscape. Sparse grass and gnarled trees dotted the rolling hills, buffeted by the harsh winds sweeping across t [Kupka] Driven by an inexplicable hunch, Dr. Watson followed his instincts and ventured outside the bustling streets of London and into the desolate moors that surrounded it. The barren heath stretched as far as the eye could see, a stark contrast to the gas-lit urban sprawl he called home. The modern industrial world seemed distant here, replaced by the vast emptiness of the natural landscape. Sparse grass and gnarled trees dotted the rolling hills, buffeted by the harsh winds sweeping across t

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[Kupka] Driven by an inexplicable hunch, Dr. Watson followed his instincts and ventured outside the bustling streets of London and into the desolate moors that surrounded it. The barren heath stretched as far as the eye could see, a stark contrast to the gas-lit urban sprawl he called home. The modern industrial world seemed distant here, replaced by the vast emptiness of the natural landscape. Sparse grass and gnarled trees dotted the rolling hills, buffeted by the harsh winds sweeping across t

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