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Fandoms: A Study in Emerald - Neil Gaiman
24 Dec 2016
On this day, the snow lay thick in the streets London still and as I climbed the stairs, I registered the smell of smoke and blessed Mrs. Hudson for setting the fire in advance for I could see the lamplight already, welcoming me home with its buttery light. It was only as I opened the door that I realized the smoke was pipe tobacco, and the familiarity of its presence impacted my mind like a blow even as I saw a familiar shadow and shape sitting in a chair I had studiously avoided using in my occupation of the rooms.
His chair. His impossible shadow.
- Part 3 of Pray Your Gods