Sherlock ][ Believer ★ Exclusive

Holmes looked at the empty space, then at Watson. He didn't reach for his pipe or his violin. He reached for his coat. "Where are we going?" Watson asked.

"Belief," she replied. Her voice sounded like the rustle of old parchment. Sherlock ][ Believer

The woman was no longer outside. She stood in the center of the room, translucent and shimmering like oil on water. She didn't scream or point to a wound. She simply held out a hand, and in her palm sat a sapphire that didn't exist—a stone so blue it seemed to swallow the light of the room. Holmes looked at the empty space, then at Watson