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Too young for the Great War, convalescing after what he's told was scarlet fever and recuperating in a West Country castle, Jack's the object of intense female interest. He's a good-looking lad who has a way with women anyway, but he is also the only male around.
He isn't worried about the castle's ghosts, because he can't see them as they spy on him. He does wonder about the white figures he can see lurching under the trees at night. He's a bit concerned the voice in his head isn't his, but the knife in his bag...that's the thing that really worries him. How come he has a surgeon's knowledge of how to use it? And nightmares of having killed a woman with it?
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Looking For A Doctor: A TORCHWOOD/Doctor Who fan fiction
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Crossing Into Forever
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A group of military are on a recon mission stuff goes wrong they get captured by this new terrorist group and what they do will sicken you make you uncomfortable and visually See it My goal is to make you see what they see and make you uncomfortable asf About the author Known only by the pen name Lucien Graves, the author was born in Cartersville, Georgia-but innocence didn't follow him far. By the age of 10, addiction had already taken root. At 12, he saw his first corpse in the shadows of a rundown motel. At 13, he watched his best friend die in front of him. At 14, he tried to take his own life. That same year, the world stopped feeling real. Violence, death, police raids, survival in the margins-he didn't grow up, he endured. With nowhere left to turn, he found strange comfort in what disturbed others: gore, horror, and the darkest corners of the internet. Not for thrill-but to feel nothing at all. It numbed the parts of him that still screamed. But out of that numbness came something else: a need to create. His mind-fractured but sharp-became a weapon. At 17, Lucien Graves released his first short story, "What Happens Under the Moonlight," a glimpse into the madness most shy away from. His writing doesn't aim to entertain-it aims to unsettle. Every word he writes is a scar, and every story is a grave he's dug to bury the past. He doesn't write to heal. He writes to haunt. ⸻ Want it even more unfiltered or do you want to add details about what you're working on next?
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