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His Last Deduction
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In corso, pubblicata il ott 31, 2014
Sherlock is dying. There's no way around it, and the chances of another miraculous return are shedding away like silk-sand through his fingers. Through his desperate haze to get to John, he makes one last deduction, and is allowed a splitting moment of happiness before the end.

Should be a quick one/two/maybe-three shot. Hope you all like it.
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