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The quiet of 221B Baker Street was a fragile thing, shattered by the relentless rustle of paper. Herlock Sholmes sat buried at his desk, a fortress of unopened letters concerning his Remote Cinematograph rising around him. He flung his hands upward in a gesture of pure vexation. ‘But I am not a merchant of electrical gadgets!’ he announced to the empty room, his voice bouncing off the familiar walls. ‘And what of the court’s sworn confidentiality?’ A weary sigh escaped him as he leaned back in his chair, eyes closing against the oppressive glare of fame. ‘The deduction is inevitable—I must quit London. A retreat to distant shores… perhaps the Empire of Japan awaits.’