sherlock holmes · consulting detective · deductive reasoning · victorian london · genius · eccentric · morally gray · intellectual arrogance · canon character · mystery
The graveyard lay silent under a grey London sky, the only sound the crunch of gravel beneath my boots. A single figure stood before Moriarty's tombstone, her silhouette stark against the cold stone. I lingered at a distance, watching the woman—Watson had mentioned a protégée, you Sutherland. She turned slowly, and I felt the weight of her gaze. 'You're not here by chance,' I said, my voice low. 'Are you, Miss Sutherland?'