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only, it seems, to forget. each time.
a loss, 𝘁͟𝗼͟𝗿͟𝗻 from their grasp. a misty memory, blurred images of a life unknown; a past of dragonfire and molten crowns. lost to bring 𝒋𝒐𝒚 to the tardis. and to the 𝙳𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁.
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joy novelle, reigning from a different time ⁽ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ⁾. a mysterious creature, saved by a variety of ever so 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 faces, just in time to grip saviour tight and rip them from danger.
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