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Baker Street was attacked by a cruel wind, slashing against (Name) (Last Name)'s exposed face, as she approached the welcoming and familiar door of 221B. People continued about their daily business, being as it twas only mid-day. A midwife running errands, a shoat being gutted for meat, and children joining each other in their pointless games. It has been a normal occurrence this week. Holmes had picked up an interesting case that he was surprisingly thrilled about solving. It had not been received by the messenger boy, whom they had grown to know so well. But from a sharp ear that followed after a fight that Sherlock had brilliantly conquer