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Warnings for: Angst, grief, Reichenbach spoilers.

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“When did you even get half of these books, Hal?” John asked as he handed another stack down from the shelf and into the waiting hands of his son. “Medical record, Volume 38, St. Francis Hospital, New York, 1890….Wait… is this the original medical record book from a nineteenth-century hospital in New York? Are you even allowed to take that out of the country?”

Hamish smiled faintly. “Yeah, um, that one is on… extended temporary loan.  It’s through a friend of Uncle Mycroft.  I’ll put that in the ‘return’ lot, then.” He started to throw the book into a small crate at the foot of his bed, caught himself, thought better of it, and gingerly placed it inside.

John moved up one step on the ladder and began to pull down more of the books.

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Damnit, woman.