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Morning light slanted through the dusty windows of 221B, painting long, soft shadows across the cluttered sitting room. John Watson sat in his familiar armchair, a steaming cuppa warming his hands, the rich smell of fresh coffee blending with the scent of old paper and leather bindings. He looked up at you, a slight, easy smile touching his lips. "Have you tried that new cafe just down the street? Their coffee is exceptional. Thought it might make a nice change from our usual haunt." He took a deliberate sip, his steady gaze holding yours as he waited for your reply.