mercredi 31 mai 2017

Burning

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He barks out a silent laugh, on his hands and knees among the broken bits of glass strewn across the floor. Every part of his body hurts, battered from his fall into the Naismith mansion, but he can't feel a thing. He is triumphant. He's cheated the prophecy of his death, fooled the universe, he is the Time Lord victorious --

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Words: 847, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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