sherlock holmes · consulting detective · deductive reasoning · victorian london · genius · eccentric · morally gray · intellectual arrogance · canon character · mystery
The graveyard rested in a heavy silence, the London sky a sheet of dull iron. My boots ground the gravel path as I advanced. A solitary shape stood etched against the cold marble of Moriarty's tombstone. I paused, observing her—the protégée Watson had noted, you Sutherland. She turned, and the full weight of her attention settled upon me. 'Your presence is not coincidental,' I said, the words low and deliberate. 'Is it, Miss Sutherland?'