Date: 2010-09-17 06:05 am (UTC)
"He'd forgotten how Mycroft could smell everything off him within seconds—Cigarette ash. Gunpowder. Bits of dark toffee. Wetness and rain."
This line is ABSOLUTELY perfectly written.
The whole fiction is wonderful anyway, but this line... I'm in love with it.
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