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One winter's eve, Jim Moriarty had found the gift he'd been searching for, Y/n Holmes. The hidden younger sister of the male Holmes' because she was something they weren't, something that made her all the more interesting to the World's *Only* Consulting Criminal; she was a human lie detector. Moriarty wanted, NEEDED, to know who the youngest Holmes was underneath the wrapping that her brothers taped around her soul. She was the last piece to his puzzle, the final act before the curtain closed, the glue that ensured the destruction of the Holmes' names. She was to be his queen in his game.
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