Again, With Feeling (A Granada Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction)

Again, With Feeling (A Granada Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction)

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Plagued by a recent bout of lasting nightmares, Sherlock travels with his Watson to a coastal village to convalesce. But when Sherlock can't even escape an attempt on his life in a sleepy village, what is there to do but lean into the chase? And when an unnaturally strong winter storm has brought someone stranger than him to the same village, it is ever more clear there is more to all than meets the eye... ____ This is a completely self indulgent Granada Sherlock Holmes fanfiction that crosses over with my own incomplete novel, Forget You Never. And Star Wars. And...other fandoms. Kind of. Spice level: ground black pepper found in the back of your grandma's cabinet with a best buy date of 2004. No magic or paranormal stuff
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