dimanche 30 mai 2021

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He is runnnig away and pauses, almost expectant, to look over his shoulder.

No one is there, no one is following.

Only natural, he shrugs, it has always been him to follow and someone else to run away. Not that he has ever succeeded in catching the wind.
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The Master runs away from the Time War in the face of things he has seen, not with an instinctive fear but with an acuminous fright.

Words: 692, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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