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Sherlock bent over and fingered the wax seal, furrowing his brow before emptying the contents onto the table. Watson leaned over to look and gasped. <<I know,>> you whispered, <<murder is not the prettiest thing to see photographed. However, as you can plainly see, the person who is dead is the one Moriarty cares for the most.>> Both men looked up from the photos immediately. <<And I,>> you looked straight at both of them, <<Was the one who killed him.>>
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