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Feeling like a pariah had never bothered him much. It was the new and not fun loneliness that was beginning to grate. There was no use crying over the proverbial spilt milk, however—he’d known how it was going to be.
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22 Jun 2017
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In the aftermath of New York's near-scandal, Auror Percival Graves is rescued from the cellar of his own home, having spent months as a prisoner to Gellert Grindelwald. President Picquery, hoping to grant him some relief and a reprieve from the magical and political scene, sends him on a sabbatical of sorts, shipping him off to a small No-Maj town on the upper east coast.
There he finds neither relief nor a reprieve, but a young man with a dark past, a familiarity he cannot place, and a loneliness to rival his own.
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18 Dec 2016
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It was another 20 seconds before John fully realised where he was, and, to his credit, he handled it rather well. John sat up a bit, grunting at his shoulder, neck cracking, his weight shifting back onto his hips, which didn't exactly dampen Sherlock's arousal. Carefully, John peered up at him, his face bearing the impression of wrinkled fabric, and Sherlock allowed their eyes to lock for a moment or two before extinguishing that privileged contact with a slow blink.
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15 Mar 2016
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"Any great epiphanies while you were in there?" John asked, setting the paper down. "Determined the meaning of life?"
Sherlock gave a noncommittal tilt of the head, sipping at his tea.
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- Part 2 of Nothing Made Me
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15 Mar 2016
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An introspective journey through the life and relationships of Sherlock Holmes.
"I can hear the bones hum beneath pale and freckled skin, this sack that holds my form together. Bits and pieces that start at the bottom and end at the top, hiding the blood, muscle, fat. Cells, knit together, constantly in motion. They'll live and die, and replicate, until total equilibrium is met."