I had made the decision not long after arriving back in London. It was not a hard decision, to be perfectly honest. In fact, it was quite simple. My left shoulder, freshly scarred, was in almost constant pain, and my right thigh, where shrapnel had left its own marks, had managed to find in itself the capacity to be as great a hindrance as ( Read more... )

         “Watson!”

I heard Holmes’ muffled shout from below, probably delivered from the bottom of the stairs to my room, but I did not answer.

“You have been suspiciously silent up there for some time now,” Holmes continued. “Are you alright?”

Once more, I did not answer, my eyes and mind more than occupied by the little glass vial in my hand.

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