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Sherlock Holmes

Author's name: Arthur Conan Doyle

I turned my head, glancing at the bookshelves behind me. When I turned back, Sherlock Holmes was standing in front of me on the other side of the desk, smiling at me. I stood there staring at him for a few seconds, in shock and astonishment, before I fainted for the first and last time in my life. A thick gray mist clouded my eyes, and then I fainted. When I regained consciousness, I found my shirt collar unbuttoned and the taste of brandy on my lips. While Holmes was bent over the chair I had fallen into, with the brandy bottle in his hand, a voice I remember well echoed in my ears: “Oh, my dear Watson, I owe you an apology. I had no idea you would be so affected by the surprise of seeing me.”

I grabbed his arm, sobbing, “Holmeza, is that really you? Are you really still alive? Is it possible that you were able to get out of this terrifying abyss?”