John had left the flat in the middle of the night, once he was certain that Sherlock was out. He was walking down the street, a wool coat pulled close around him. He was following a sense of something.
A knight perhaps.
Or something more.
Perhaps the dragon? He hoped it wasn't Morgana. But he had to do this without Sherlock.
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Date: 2019-02-18 04:02 am (UTC)A knight perhaps.
Or something more.
Perhaps the dragon? He hoped it wasn't Morgana. But he had to do this without Sherlock.