While bridges still burn: III by JustNyxie, literature
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While bridges still burn: III
In spite of the evidence at hand, Watson remained somewhat sceptical. He lay awake that night pondering the facts, weighing up the Sherlock he once knew so well and the Sherlock he had briefly seen now. Nothing seemed to have changed, at least, nothing off hand. No matter how he begged, his mind would not give up and so, it was at 4am, that he grew tired of waiting. His shock of the initial letter had worn off and so he had decided to apprehend the others that Mrs Hudson had mentioned.
Watson crept into Holmes' chamber. The embers of the fire sent an eerie glow against the walls; the carpet