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Literature

The Lonely Assassin?

Sherlock had never expected to see fear on the face of James Moriarty, but right now he looked as scared as he could possibly be. The consulting criminal staggered backwards and fell, holding one hand in front of him in defense, his face full of dread and morbid realisation. His voice barely came out as a whisper. "It's you - you were behind everything, it's always been you!" The detective grinned and took a step forwards, waiting for the criminal to blink. He didn't have to wait long. As soon as he did, Sherlock felt the air move behind him as multiple stone angels appeared, reaching out. Jim crawled backwards towards the wall, terrified