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<A Very Cold Case>
Author:sagestreet

A cup, the colour of snow and of Sherlock’s hands. A cup that couldn’t possibly know anything about the beauty of the melody he was pouring into it. A cup that was just a dispassionate object.

But then, sometimes you were wrong calling something ‘dispassionate’, John realised.

It was white and delicate and seemed to speak of the horror and beauty of being willing to die for the one you loved, which was, indeed, the grandest puzzle of them all.

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