The Abbey Grange: Restless
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sherlock60Canon Story: The Abbey Grange
Title: Restless
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Rating: G
Author's Notes: It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning during the winter of ’97 that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. Well, who else would it be? (Something for Hallowe’en.)
The tugging at my arm roused me and I opened my eyes to see a candle disappearing down the landing.
“What is it, Holmes? A case?”
Half asleep I made my way downstairs, muttering about some of us needing our rest.
It was only when I entered the dark and empty sitting room, I remembered.
Holmes had gone to France.
Title: Restless
Author:
scfranklesRating: G
Author's Notes: It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning during the winter of ’97 that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. Well, who else would it be? (Something for Hallowe’en.)
The tugging at my arm roused me and I opened my eyes to see a candle disappearing down the landing.
“What is it, Holmes? A case?”
Half asleep I made my way downstairs, muttering about some of us needing our rest.
It was only when I entered the dark and empty sitting room, I remembered.
Holmes had gone to France.
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