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- 3.3 - Black and White Mystery (The Recovery)
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2021-09-08 19:01:29LUKE MATTHEW
“WHAT ON EARTH are you saying? That is preposterous! Don’t give me this kind of disagreeable information.”
“But why, Miss Cake? Is the young detective afraid of the truth now? Didn’t your father tell you that when you have eliminated all which is impossible—”
“—then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. I KNOW, DOCTOR! And it isn’t Dad; it’s from The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes.”
“What’s going on?” I asked as I woke up from all the noise. I didn’t even notice that I fell asleep earlier.
“Oh, did we wake you? Sorry about that, Major. I just had a talk with a demon!” The Detective spoke sarcastically.
“A demon?” I asked, confused. I looked in her direction and she’s standing beside Dr. Marquez, one hand clutching her side and the other on the bed’s railings to support her balance.
“I am pertaining to this doct
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