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by\u00a0Tara Coffin<\/span><\/h3>\n

When the fever finally left me, I found myself lying on a hospital floor. Stumbling to my feet, I tried to find a nurse who could bring me water, but in my emaciated state I could barely keep upright. I nearly collapsed before a strong hand caught my arm and held me steady. It was a\u00a0 gentleman in a summer suit, watching me with intelligent eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, sir,\u201d I said. \u201cAre you a doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n

He smiled. \u201cNot quite, although my purpose is to cure the world.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy apologies; I’m still dazed from the fever. What do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should surely know, seeing as you made me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did what? Good fellow, it seems you too are suffering a delirium. Let us find a nurse.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo need, I am quite well.\u201d He sat on one of the other beds, careful not to disturb the man lying there, and undid the buttons of his shirt. \u201cYou named me Holmes, after your schoolfriend, and you brought me here for one purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n

My legs were trembling but I could not look away from the madman. \u201cWhat, pray tell, would that be?\u201d<\/p>\n

Holmes opened his shirt to reveal thick stitching across his breastbone. \u201cYou saw many horrors in this war, saw men become murderers and villains no better than crawling demons. You wanted someone uncorrupted to come and cleanse them. But you knew you yourself were just as wicked as they, so I was brought into being.\u201d He picked at the threads, loosening them. There was no blood. \u201cI can look into the hearts of man and take the evil from within them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Holmes suddenly plunged his hand into the chest of the soldier he sat beside, sinking it nearly to the elbow but leaving no marks on the body whatsoever. I stared, astounded, as he withdrew a blackened shrivelled lump of meat and pressed it into the opening in his own chest, which swallowed it like the mouth of Hell itself.<\/p>\n

I fell to my knees. \u201cMy God, man; what are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

He took my arm and helped me gently to my feet. \u201cWhy, my dear Watson, I am Justice. Now, let us go to the centre of this world of villainy and evil, and let us drive it out of its home.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet us go to London.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

by\u00a0Tara Coffin When the fever finally left me, I found myself lying on a hospital floor. Stumbling to my feet,<\/p>\n

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