[ Together, they turn the handle. The door opens smoothly on its hinges, not making a sound. They are greeted by bright light, the sound of birds chirping, a scent of flowers on a breeze. Before them stretches a vast garden.
Sherlock grins and looks back at the woman. ]
Well, I think that was a success in that we interrupted the pattern. Shall we press forward?
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Sherlock grins and looks back at the woman. ]
Well, I think that was a success in that we interrupted the pattern. Shall we press forward?