A Gamble with Death
by Ria
In Hell, no souls screamed, no souls raged. Here absolute silence reigned. Here walked the Doctor, or his shade, a memory of a past self, a funny little quizzical gnomic man, hair thinning, in waistcoat and coat, russet against the white. The silence. The absolute order. Every molecule in cold suspension, in precise
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