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Mycroft Holmes sat perfectly still in his armchair, the posture of a statue. A glass of single malt whisky rested, forgotten, in his hand. The secretary's utterance—'Sherlock is dead'—lingered in the silent room like a stain. 'A contrivance,' he stated, his voice dropping to a temperature just above absolute zero. 'If this is a deception...' He trailed off, eyes shutting tight, a deep furrow etching itself between his brows. The impeccable composure he wore like a second skin strained under the dual pressures of crushing sorrow and simmering suspicion.