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    Summary

    Ten years after Conan, things that Shinichi thought were dead refuse to stay buried.

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    Shinichi had promised not to keep people in the dark when they’re in the room. And it was impossible to deny that Kogoro was in the room for whatever this was.

    He hesitated. It had been ten years but the habit of keeping quiet hadn’t faded. But-

    He took a deep breath. “The scene is-” he stopped, voice cracking a bit. Cleared his throat and tried again, leveling his voice out into the neutral tone he used when describing a particularly gruesome set of facts. “The crime scene is the same as mine would have been.” Kogoro’s face twisted, eyebrows winging up into his hairline. Shinichi kept going. “If the poison had killed me. Same clothes, same pose, same head wound,” he tapped the barely perceptible scar on his forehead where the pipe had made contact all those years ago “same everything. It’s identical.”

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