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Lechasseur ran a hand through his hair and asked: ‘It’s the blue box, isn’t it? The cabinet of light?’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘Does it belong to you?’ ‘Yes.’ He hummed suddenly. ‘No. No, in the sense that I stole her but that was a long time ago and we’ve become inseparable. For all I know, she didn’t belong to the person I…

The Doctor nodded and resumed his seat opposite. With his hands free, his props all vanished, he suddenly seemed larger and more dangerous. He saw what Lechasseur was thinking and said: ‘That’s right, Honoré. I’m a Holy Terror. I am what fear itself is frightened of. I’m the sleep of reason. So I’m told, but I can’t keep…