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    As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

    --His clothing was expensive and stylish;
    --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
    --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
    --He looked angry;
    --He was wearing sunglasses.

    What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

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    17 Apr 2026

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    “Now, now,” Snufkin told himself. “It could be a coincidence…”

    A coincidence, that a poem with the exact same title and opening lines as his own work had made its way to publication? Unlikely.

    Snufkin didn’t have his original copy to compare the stolen poem against. He only enjoyed writing poetry. Afterwards, he never really wanted to revisit it or share it. He just left the old notebook behind somewhere and procured a new one, ready to start again.

    There was no denying the familiarity, though. After hearing it in Moominpappa’s voice, he couldn’t remember when or where he penned it, but the work was certainly his.

    That didn’t solve the issue of how this De Hemulton fellow had come to claim it as his own, or why.
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    A very familiar poetry collection has become popular in Moominvalley.

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    26 Mar 2026

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    “It’s a vehicle,” Moomintroll insisted, because he hated to be wrong.

    “It’s an art piece,” Snorkmaiden said.

    “Treasure chest!” Sniff cried.

    “Holding cell,” Little My sneered.

    “It’s a piano,” said a voice. They turned to see Snufkin at the window, opening the latch and pushing it open.

    “A what?” Snorkmaiden asked.

    “A piano!” Snufkin said, folding his arms to lean against the windowsill. “A sort of musical instrument.”
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    Moomintroll uncovers an old piano in Moominhouse. It starts some interesting conversations.

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    26 Mar 2026

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    “Uh,” Moomintroll said, and then because he didn’t even know where to begin, decided to keep his question simple. “What is happening?”

    They both stared at him as though he was completely stupid.

    “Isn’t it obvious enough?” Snorkmaiden asked.

    “Oh, my Moomintroll,” Snufkin said, and Moomintroll had no idea how to deal with hearing Snufkin say that. “You can be slow sometimes.”

    Snorkmaiden flickered a few more colours. Snufkin didn’t let go of his paws. Moomintroll stared at them both, still utterly at a loss.

    Little My threw a handful of raspberry crumble at his head.

    “They’ve swapped bodies, you great useless marshmallow.”
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    Snorkmaiden and Snufkin swap bodies. It raises questions nobody is ready to answer.

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    25 Mar 2026

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    He'd taken it too far, with Slaney. Hadn't he?
    He didn't regret it. He'd shot his best friend, he'd shot John. Out of all people... He tried to kill John.
    He deserved what he got, and more.

    But when he'd looked at John, right after... Had there been something in his face? Something primal, animalistic, dangerous, horrible, that made his best friend's face go from exhaustion and concern to fear. Because it had been fear.
    Widened eyes, inner corners of the eyebrows raised, lips slightly parted, trembling...
    It had been fear.

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    Set after the events of The Dancing Men. Sherlock thinks John is afraid of him. John thinks Sherlock needs his space. Not a great combo.

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    17 Mar 2026