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He twitched feebly, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, before going limp. For what felt like a long while Christian knelt there, unmoving, transfixed by the sight of the disfigured face, its lone blue eye staring up into the sky as if watching something – as if you could follow the line of sight and find the object it was fixed upon. This wasn't the case, of course. Langley was clearly dead. As dead as the Doctor before him. What the fuck is going on? he asked deals himself under his breath, his head shaking from side to side, despair black friday ads and confusion coursing through the mind inside it. Various noises started filtering through to him then. A door slamming.

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