How Could I Seek The Empty World Again, An Endeavour Magical Realism Fanfiction by Hekate1308
They had buried and mourned Morse, and life had moved on.
At least Peter had come to believe it.
And then a new case, and the Thursdays' new neighbours, taught them all that even death did not quite mean the end when it came to certain people...
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After two years, it was to be expected that he didn’t think of their fallen friend (as he called him these days, if only to himself) as often as he had right after it happened, but now and then –
George Fancy was nothing like Morse, so he really should not have made Peter recall him as often as he did – but maybe it was exactly that contrast that –
Be that as it may, this time around it was –
“But why would someone just knife three people in four days, sir?” he asked. “It makes no sense.”
“They don’t need a reason – or well, they don’t have one we could understand” he said. “A few years ago, there was a case – he called himself Keith Miller – it was an anagram for I’m the killer, you see – and he actually posed as a psychiatrist who tried to help us.”
Fancy’s eyes widened. “How did you find out, sir?”
“Wasn’t me” he said. “Morse figured it out – Constable Morse, that was.”
He only realized that not everyone had heard of him when Fancy asked, “Is he still around? I don’t think I’ve met him.”
“And you won’t” he said courtly. “Died in the line of duty – that’s what they called it – got a medal for it and everything. Mind, I don’t think it comforted his sister very much, but you never know…”
Coming August 13 2026 on AO3
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