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vayshMy apologies for the lateness of this drabble, written for last week's adventure.
Canon Story: The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez
Title: The Death of Willoughby Smith
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vaysh
Rating: G
Words: 60
At night, a tempestuous wind blows from Kent into London. Through a crack in the window-frame it crashes into 221b Baker Street. It circles the jar with the preserved red leech; it tears through dusty documents. Words, hidden or plain, mean nothing to it. What it carries smells of blood, of a very young life ended well before its time.
Canon Story: The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez
Title: The Death of Willoughby Smith
Author:
vayshRating: G
Words: 60
At night, a tempestuous wind blows from Kent into London. Through a crack in the window-frame it crashes into 221b Baker Street. It circles the jar with the preserved red leech; it tears through dusty documents. Words, hidden or plain, mean nothing to it. What it carries smells of blood, of a very young life ended well before its time.
