Sherlock stretches out his arms, preparing to fly, but with a more permanent destination. The wind gusts against him, his coat billowing in preparation,
this is the point of no return,
the final threshold,
our games of make belief are at an end.
Phantomlock-closeasbreathing.

Sherlock stretches out his arms, preparing to fly, but with a more permanent destination. The wind gusts against him, his coat billowing in preparation,

this is the point of no return,

the final threshold,

our games of make belief are at an end.

Phantomlock-closeasbreathing.

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