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(( Yes, yes, one of the many mysteries Doyle never really told readers was how Holmes faked his death in The Final Problem. It was the story he published to try and rid of his 'detective' problem. But fan outcry was so loud that years later he was brought back to life. ))

— distinguished, whom I shall ever regard as the best and the wisest man whom I have ever known. ’
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— could hardly fail to end.

⠀ ⠀ ‘ It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which — my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was —

— disposition of my property before leaving England, and handed it to my brother Mycroft. Goodbye, and good luck, and believe me to be, my dear fellow, —

⠀ ⠀ ‘ Very sincerly yours, ’
⠀ ⠀ ‘ Sherlock Holmes. ’

⠀ ⠀ ‘ In this situation, I had little doubt that a personal contest between two as it —

— and especially, my dear Watson, to you. As you know, my career had, in any case, reached a crisis at no possible conclusion of it could be more congenial to me than this. Indeed, if I may make a full confession to you, I was quite convinced that the letter from Meiringen was a hoax. I made every —

— the courtesy of Mr. Moriarty, who awaits my convenience for the final discussion of those questions which lie between us. I am pleased to think that I shall be able to free society from any further effects of his presence, though I fear that it is at a cost which will give pain to my friends, —

— that it consisted of three pages torn from his note-book and addressed to me. It was characteristic of the man that the direction was a precise, and the writing as firm and clear, as though it had been written in his study.

⠀ ⠀ ‘ My dear Watson, ’ he wrote. ‘ I write these few lines through —

— the memory of Holmes and the bond we shared—remain unaltered, fixed as though caught in the amber of time. ‘
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— latter half of my life, yet my thoughts often stray to those heady days of youth. My age is no longer of particular importance, for time has become both a constant companion and a distant observer of my thoughts. And though the world may have changed with each passing decade, some things—such as —

— mind to remember the moments as though they occurred but yesterday, even when decades have gone by. I have seen much of the world since those first days in 1878, and yet, my heart still beats in time with the cases we solved in the fog-laden streets of London. ’

⠀ ⠀ ‘ I am now a man in the —