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The afternoon sun slanted through the warehouse skylight, dust motes dancing, illuminating the stacks of white plastic buckets, row upon row, each bearing the JM Enterprise logo and neatly labeled with a detailed list of its contents. Amidst the piles, perched on a wooden crate, as if it defying the systematic and logical order, sat an ornate ( Read more... )

( Part 3 )

John Watson liked visiting the museum. After the daily tsunami that was Sherlock Holmes, the museum was a quiet, static, blessedly still refuge.

Browsing through the exhibits for him was akin to practicing Zen (although John had to admit he had never attempted the latter). Perhaps this sense of calm and clearing of mind was what his flat mate ( Read more... )