Christmas 2008. Sherlock Holmes returns to his ancestral home in Cornwall for Christmas for the first time in ten years.
The next day, his old classmate Victor Trevor knocked on his door with a shabby book of music. Victor was his only friend in middle school, so he just frowned at the blond young man and welcomed the man in.
"Hello Sherlock, Merry Christmas." Victor smiled and looked at the Christmas decorations that were even ridiculous for the young man in front of him. He knew that his cold friend would not express too much, so he just took out the worn-out sheet music in his hand but it was obvious that the owner had deliberately protected it, and placed it on the mahogany tea table of Holmes' house. "This thing... You gave it to me ten years ago, and I think I have to give it back to you now."
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