My name is Camielle Du Couture. I was born on an early June morning of 1813 on a small property in France. My father wished for a healthy young boy, one who could inherit his estate. My mother died during childbirth. Even though I was not a male, my father saw my mother's laughter, joy, kindness, and curiosity as I grew to be the woman I am today. In 1830, I left France and journeyed to London, England. My presence was required by the Crown to catalogue the King's personal library. Within a month of my employment, I met a man. A man who would show me the stars, the universe, and beyond. His name, the Doctor. He promised me one trip, just one. But I quickly learned this Doctor lies. Unfortunately I found myself lying as well, to my father, the Crown, the world, and later my children. This was not acceptable. I could not stand for oneself to lie, especially to one's children. It is time my story is told. Unlike my poems and books, this story is not a work of fiction. Every single word, every single moment happened. The Doctor and I flew through the universe, encountering monsters and stuff of nightmares. And even though the Doctor's beautiful time machine gave us a grip on our own personal reality, time slipped through our fingertips. It seemed the Lord of Time was running out of time itself. So here it goes, Dear Doctor...
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