El Buen Doctor

El Buen Doctor

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Doctor Who
El Doctor ha sobrevivido a una de las mayores amenazas que jamás haya enfrentado, descubriendo así que alguien muy poderoso maquina una venganza hacia su persona que quizás pueda llegar a cumplir. De nuevo a solas en la TARDIS con su compañera Peri Brown, se verá obligado a realizar una larga búsqueda del paradero e identidad de ese poderoso desconocido. Mundos improbables y realidades imposibles, ¡nada es demasiado para la TARDIS y sus integrantes!
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Completed ✅ When I was four years old, I saw a woman die. I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I didn't realise I was stepping in her blood. I just thought my mother had gone to sleep, and, in a way, she had. When I was eight years old, I saw a man turn to drink. My father was struggling to deal raising me without my mother, and alcohol was his coping mechanism. When I was twelve years old, I saw a man lose himself. The alcohol had not helped my father, and when the drugs came along, things got even worse. The man I used to love had changed, disappeared, and in his place was a drug-ridden wreck of a man, who barely knew my name anymore. When I was sixteen years old, I saw a man die. I understood exactly what was happening. I knew why he was lying on the floor. I realised I was stepping in his blood. I thought my father had gone to sleep, and, in a way, he had. And it was my fault. Back then, there were three of us. But I'm twenty years old, and it's just me now. My name is Hazel Richards, and I'm the only one left.

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