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Its two days before Christmas. The snow’s finally come and the night sky is nearly the darkest hues of black imaginable. Flecks of white fall overhead and tidings of Christmas joy are just around the corner. Lights stay on for this joyous occasion as Christmas Eve tomorrow is just as important as Christmas Day just beyond. The streets are empty with just a passing car or two - tomorrow there will be signs of activity and life as people do their last minute shopping and traveling, and then for once in the year, the world will turn to be very quiet. There will be the calm before the storm of children rushing down to unwrap presents and wives making coffee for their husbands and smiles and laughter all contained inside of their houses and flats. There may be lunches and dinners and visits to the church. There may be photographs and joy and thrills of new toys and presents and smiles laced around the family like the lights tangled in treetops. But for once during the year, it’s all just quiet on Christmas Day.

It’s two days before Christmas, but Christmas Eve matters too. It’s the day that Sherlock Holmes is going to kill Sebastian Moran and go home.

It’s what everyone has been waiting for.

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