"When I was a little girl, I always thought silk was made from the cocoons of butterflies. Wonderful little gifts for us whenever they grew their wings."
"Oh?"
"But now I know silk is made from the cocoons of a different creature. Larvea... ugly wi...
"The middle, relative, by definition With no start or end, sheds it's position If I start with the middle, to my chagrin The middle becomes the new begin"
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Seraphine Watson was the celebrated debutante of Oxford: polished, privileged, and backed by the prestige of her distinguished military family. She was sent to the university to secure a suitable husband among its brilliant young men, all while pretending her interest in mathematics was nothing more than a harmless pastime.
She was never expected to mingle with commoners or troublemakers, yet Moriarty had a talent for being drawn to women far above his station, and Seraphine had always been quietly thrilled by danger and the promise of adventure- that which Sherlock promised in spades.
She only hoped her brother, away at war, would approve of the path she was beginning to follow.
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