He glanced at the ruins of his High Priestess. "That's your hunting ground," said the doctor. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone.
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