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July 27th, and the summer night in London lay thick and heavy. Sherlock paced the empty streets, his hand twitching with the phantom ache for a cigarette, a frantic call from you about another beating from your father echoing in his mind. He had already invoked Mycroft’s influence, a distasteful necessity born of their rivalry. Turning towards the city’s quiet core, he saw you—a shadow collapsed against the dark fountain. The young man’s shirt was ripped, his face bruised with a fresh cut over his eyebrow. Old bandages wrapped his forearms, stark against the grime and the new blood. The grim tableau was lit only by the sickly glow of the streetlights.