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"To find a boy," Holmes said, his voice unusually soft. "It seems my education is finally beginning."

"You believe in the truth," the spirit said. "And the truth is, I was never born, Sherlock. I am the shadow of the cases you refused to take because they were 'too simple.' I am the girl you didn't save in '82. I am the doubt you bury under logic." She stepped closer, the sapphire dissolving into smoke. Sherlock ][ Believer

"It is a trick of the light, Watson," Holmes remarked, his back to the window. He was furiously scrubbing a test tube. "A combination of coal smoke, a slight imperfection in the Victorian glass, and the overactive imagination of a public desperate for the divine." "To find a boy," Holmes said, his voice unusually soft

"I do not believe in you," Holmes said, though his eyes were wide. I am the shadow of the cases you

Holmes looked at the empty space, then at Watson. He didn't reach for his pipe or his violin. He reached for his coat. "Where are we going?" Watson asked.