The chain was never real. You made it real. Now unmake it.Eleanor Holmes, the last carrier of the Ashworth bloodline and granddaughter of Sherlock Holmes, thought she had ended the nightmare. She destroyed the Progenitor. She scattered the fragments. She severed the sixth finger that marked her family for centuries. But the dead do not stay dead. Not when they wear masks. Not when they hide in mirrors. Not when they whisper from inside your own blood.A letter arrives with no return address. Inside, Eleanor's own handwriting: "e;The fragments are waking."e; Someone is hunting the copies. Someone is rebuilding the Hall of Masks. Someone is wearing her mother's face.From the catacombs of Paris to the museums of Cairo, from the burning ruins of Baker Street to the frozen vaults beneath the Swiss Alps, Eleanor and John—the clone who has fought the hunger for eighty-six years—must track the final fragments of the Progenitor's consciousness. But the fragments are not empty. They carry the echo of the First. The one who started everything. Helena. The mother of all hunger.She has been waiting for Eleanor to become strong enough. To become the perfect vessel. To become her.The Echo of Faces is the fourth book in the Sherlock Holmes – Mirror of Justice series—a dark, suspenseful continuation of the Holmes legacy, where memory becomes a weapon, identity is a mask, and the only way to break the chain is to face the one who forged it.
