samedi 27 février 2021

Contretemps

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“You know, Doctor,” the Master began, like they were having a friendly discussion about the merits of non-Euclidean trigonometry. He was turning over a thin, cylindrical rod he held with the precision of the totally mad, a self-satisfied gleam to his eyes. “You really must explain the specifics of this… device.

The loving curl to that word, and the way he was stroking the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver — which had been new, barely even field-tested, and furthermore belonged to him — did not go unnoticed.

An all-together tiring affair, the Doctor thought darkly.

Why the Doctor and the Master don't talk anymore.

Words: 8105, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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