The darkness was more absolute than he expected, the wavering moon shedding just enough light to give sharp angles to the candy-studded landscape, and little else. Sherlock prided himself on his eyesight and his hearing but both were failing him deeply. His eyes required light (since he was not a troll nor any other nocturnal creature) and his ears required a level of quiet that made it easy to discern sound - but the night had not brought silence with it.
How was he supposed to find a good death with this constant buzzing in his ears.
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How was he supposed to find a good death with this constant buzzing in his ears.
He hissed under his breath and kept walking.