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It was always the game, the puzzle, the challenge of knowing the unknowable, seeing what no one else could, doing what no one else could do. That was always the goal, the sole matter of import. The lives, the faces behind the puzzles, the people whose lives the games were built upon had never mattered. Inconsequential, pieces to be shuffled until they fit.
Then came John, to whom pieces, lives and faces mattered. And suddenly, from beneath the landslide that John brought to the mountain pinnacle of his life, Sherlock discovered he could change. Maybe people did matter.
John did.