I shivered in my saddle and allowed my mount to slow its 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, vision-reducing
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And your characterisation is perfect. Especially Holmes - seeing about everything despite his own condition, no matter how mundane the task is, because it is Watson's well-being on the stake. Charming story. ^^
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Many thanks indeed.
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I loved everything about this story and I also give special props to you as a writer for being astute enough to realize that a bit of Watson was not coming off as being very much like a trained doctor. What you wrote did a great job of showing that you know this and making the situation understandable. THANK YOU so much for writing ACD Sherlock. I hope you will also consider posting on AO3 if you don't already because that seems to be how most readers of Sherlock Holmes fic can obtain updates to stories they want to follow.
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