[Prompt from Sparky Dorian]11. Blizzard.I shivered in my saddle and allowed my mount to slow his pace. The snow that had been falling lightly when Holmes and I had left the inn in search of further data for my companion's case (though what even Sherlock Holmes could find on that bleak, snow-coated moor in such conditions I could not imagine) had become a disorientating,
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I am glad that you enjoyed it, by the way. Thank you for the message(s) (I have literally just awoke and so I forgot to say that in the last message).
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