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Porthos opened the door and peeked inside. One of the beds further back was occupied by a man that he could vaguely remember punching earlier in the day. Cerveaux, the physician who worked at the garrison, was nowhere in sight. In his stead, Porthos could only see a boy, head of dark curls bent over a large book, reading by the window. He had
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WHAT?
HEY!
I like this very much, imagine that the bright spot of my day was finding it. in your version I like Aramis the most. but you're right, how could you not love Porthos when he's portrayed like an adorable English Sheppard?
you do know that Sherlock would be aired on Christmas day, right? which for this side of the ocean means I'm gonna see it by easter!
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Thank you so much! I'm posting the next chapter right now ;)
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