The Case of Cara Mia

Twas a bleak evening on February 18th, the cold air seeped into every crevice of our residence at 221B Baker Street, and I found myself huddled against the floorboards, searching for warmth under several coats and blankets. I searched for kindling to chuck into the fireplace, but Holmes had used the only logs we had for a disguise he declared he needed for a case that I wasn’t a part of.

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