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From an upcoming chapter of The Tenth Muse:

Mycroft can feel himself starting to shake. His knees are watery and his heart clutches with pain. His vision blurs, and he falls to the floor as if to genuflect. Never mind the old faded carpet that likely holds years of mud and dander and fur embedded in its fibres; never mind that it’s a public hallway and Mrs. Elwes has opened her door again without Greg noticing. Mycroft holds his hands palms-out before him, and with a thick voice says, 

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From an upcoming chapter of The Tenth Muse:

He smells formaldehyde and cigarettes, and his suspicion is confirmed with he hears the snigger of one of Sherlock’s demons from the upstairs hall.

Sherlock is in the studio, open folios scattered on the floor around him, leafing through years of rough sketches and charcoal drawings. “Mycroft, this is what you see when you look at John?” He holds up a shadowy page depicting the lined face of John Watson, and the gargoyle-like presence at his shoulder.

“Always,” Mycroft says as he hangs his umbrella on the doorknob. Sherlock’s demons are tittering under the studio table, green glowing eyes blinking in and out of the darkness there.

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Chapter 3 of The Tenth Muse is now up!