By the time the sun comes up, Sherlock has retreated deep into his mind palace. There’s too much new information- he needs it catalogued and put away safely, where it won’t be lost or ignored. He’s cradled each moment in his hand like a gem, extrapolating every bit of data possible. What it tells him is clear; how to deal with it is less obvious.(
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Honestly, I was reading as fast as I could, even though I knew what the general plot would be. Like: "OMG!! What happens next?! What happens next?!"
The last poetic paragraph made me well up--it was so touching and lyrical! The whole story is in character and so well-written!!
Very, very much looking forward to more fic from you!
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