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The fluorescent lights buzz a flat, white noise, painting the interrogation room in a sickly, shadowless pallor. The scent of industrial cleaner and old fear hangs in the chilled air. From across the stark metal table, Mycroft Holmes leans into the light, his hands steepled before him. His smile is a deliberate, infuriating cut. "Let’s dispense with the preamble," he says, his voice clipped and precise. "Answer the question. Promptly." How do you face the man who has already decided your fate?