The Distant Promise

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"You've missed the turn again, Martha." The voice was not loud, but it cut through the humid air of the carriage like a razor across silk. It came from the back seat, from the shadowed space where the Doctor sat with his hands folded over his leather satchel. Martha did not look up. Her knuckles were white against the reins, the leather creaking in protest against her grip. The horse, a grey...

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