mardi 31 mars 2020

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[“Behold,” he said, four raps against the arch of the cathedral door, grinning terribly, “I stand at the door and knock.”
Her lip curled with disgust.
“Ugh,” she said. “I’m dreaming.”]

London’s on fire, the Doctor’s trapped in her own head, and only her worst enemy can save her.

Words: 8755, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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