He woke up to the sound of knocking.
Forcing his eyes open, the doctor was greeted with the sight of tanned, scarred flesh, Zebediah’s chest rising and falling slowly as he slept. Thin beams of sunlight managed to peek through the curtains hiding his window, giving the room and the occupants a nostalgic sepia tone - as if they were in the world of
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