Echoes With No Apologies
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  • Time 36m
Complete, First published Sep 03, 2017
Meet Ianto Johnson, pathologist and detective, manipulative weasel, the only person who still puts up with me, et cetera, et cetera. I know, I'd have to be mad to let my self be dragged into another of his insane escapades, which I'm well aware will only end in blood, tears and the resurfacing of almost-buried memories. But, then again, since when have I been anything other than mad.
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