Written between midnight and 2am (3am?) this morning. I think midnight can stay the witching hour, but 2am must be the writing hour.
Title: Great Architectural Spaces: 1851 - 2009.
Warnings: vague discussion of a murder, mention of blood -- very mild, though.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own. Do wish I did, though.
Note: Sherlock's POV, but switches from first to second to maybe-third to who-knows-what because he's all jumbled in his head. Also, all buildings, architects and artists, and dates associated with the buildings are factual. The book (Great Architectural Spaces: 1851 - 2009) and the murder scene are fictional.
Finally, this is the photo that inspired this madness. I don't have the name of the photographer to credit, nor a year, nor a location -- though I'm pretty sure it's Grand Central Station in NYC (just pretend if it's not).
Summary: Assassins cast no shadows.
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