A Cradle Song

A Cradle Song

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"The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves." - Sophocles, Oedipus Rex _____________ "At least I can assure you that you will come home." Sherlock's voice held a quiet, deadly accuracy. He was an archer with his bow pulled taunt, arrow ready to snap free and drive his point home. "Being dead temporarily and being dead permanently are two very different things, little brother."
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"They're in love, they look happy," you said, sighing softly as you watched Mary offer John a bite of her canapés. "Cocaine is cheaper and would also induce the same effect." The man was brutally cynical and there was nothing you could say to change his mind. Sherlock Holmes is reluctant to welcome change as he faces the daunting task of delivering a best man's speech at John Watson's wedding. The possibility of a murder also looms large at the reception. So does the possibility of a broken best man. Sherlock x Reader.

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