"It had been dark and cold that deep beneath The Library, and it should've been the Doctor not River, who died to save them all. But she'd got the better of him, and taken his place, and then had burned to death, screaming, right in front of him. He couldn't stop seeing it, and the pain got fiercer every time she smiled. It was, he reflected, as she poured the champagne, quite a smile. How many more smiles would there be? How much more painful would it get? Time can be rewritten, he reminded himself. Perhaps her future could be avoided, her death averted, if he just stayed away."
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