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�Halt!�
The command was so sharp, so harsh and ringing, that Hermione
flinched back on her knees as if stung.�
Wide eyed, her fingers trembled, bare millimetres from the intimate
contact that she had been working toward for the last� however long it had been
now.
�Stand and step away, Maia��
She could just� just� ignore
it..� She
wanted to touch Tom so badly now.� It was
almost like a form of pain.

Well� touch� touch was relative really.�
She had been touching him in
infuriatingly regimented and comparatively chaste patterns now for what seemed
like hours.�� She had been instructed in
crisp, precise terms exactly what she was to do and she had obeyed to the
letter, Tom�s heated gaze alternately following her fingertips and drinking in
her features.� She had quickly lost
herself in the surreal intensity of the sensations. �It was, in some indescribable way, almost like
a dance� or a ritual. �As if the air grew
heavier with each minute of slowly tracing the curve of a bicep, the line of a
rib, the inner arch of a knee.� She found
herself breathing faster and her hands seemed to become abnormally
sensitive.� Tom was so warm�� Standing so close, she could smell the faint
familiar scent that had become home
to her.� She could remember exactly how it would feel, how it would
taste, if she were to lean forward the decisive few inches and take him into
her mouth.� There was nothing�nothing she wanted more right now!

She had thought� for a moment� with her hand finally tracing up the inside of
Tom�s thigh toward the hard bar of want that had been unflagging for the entire
frustratingly restrictive process � she had thought
that Grindelwald might actually permit them to -
After all � it was for research,
wasn�t it?� And..and.. in light of what he
had said � or at least implied � she
was to be forced to do later, was it so
unreasonable to think she might be given this one thing?!
�Maia��

There was an undertone that spoke of steel-capped-boots in Grindelwald�s
disembodied voice this time.�

Still she hesitated.�

A glance up, tearing her eyes from the organ that had previously captured all
of her focus, revealed Tom�s intensity; his deep blue eyes alight with furious
demanding.� He didn�t implore � if anything
it was closer to a command � were his mouth not stitched closed with silver
wire, she could very clearly imagine the tone of voice he was likely to use, in
the state he appeared to be in.� Every
line in his face conveyed that he was not interested in the consequences that might
be inflicted upon him by their captor � she was to give him what he wanted now!
And she wanted
to.� So badly!!
It was only the horrible aching uncertainty within her of
just what those consequences might be.�

The boy in the memory that Grindelwald had sent her had looked just like
Tom.�

He had looked exactly like Tom right
up to the point that his flesh had been mutilated and his eyes destroyed and
his mouth became a gurgling shrieking froth of blood.

�Surely the man wouldn�t do anything so destructive � after all, he wanted to
be able to use Tom as a bargaining chip to shape her behaviour.�

But he had certainly done something
awful to Tom to get him to behave as he had when she had first arrived in the
cell. �Tom had been afraid � not merely wary or falsely compliant. ��She had never seen him like that before � not
even in the orphanage.� She couldn�t even
begin to imagine what might persuade him to bend his neck like that when
apparently molestation and physical abuse were things he was able to simply
tolerate.

Tom was obviously not able to think clearly about that right now and, honestly,
a large part of her was finding it very difficult too, making excuses and
equivocations and bargaining with her conscience to just�just�

But that part was not at the helm.� There
was still enough reason and rationality in her to realise that the gains to be
made in disobeying would be brief and likely unsatisfying, while the losses
could be great.
With an inward sigh she reluctantly withdrew her hand and
leaned back.
Tom let his head drop forward in frustrated disgust and she
heard his low growl that might as well have been an articulated oath to impale
the German bastard�s head on a spike at the earliest opportunity.
�Stand and step back, Maia� the command repeated through the
white cell, echoing in an unpleasantly piercing manner.
She kept her eyes firmly down as she climbed unsteadily to
her feet, the impractical dress she had been given to wear hampering her
movements now far more than it had seemed to when she had been lowering herself
to kneel.
There was no sound, but somehow, she could feel some small
change in the texture of the air to betray the fact that Grindelwald was no
longer standing outside the cell watching them through the magical equivalent
of one way glass, but had joined them in the room.�

Perhaps she had caught the nearly imperceptible tensing of Tom�s frame in her
peripheral vision and that was the
cue.
It hardly mattered what she noticed first.� A moment later she was spun harshly by an arm
and the blond dictator�s hand was at her throat.

He did not squeeze hard � had he, he could have likely snapped her neck without
too much effort on his part - but the pressure of his hand around her windpipe
was heavy and choking even so.� She
couldn�t breathe.� His narrowed blue eyes
were like glass chips and his mouth was hard.�
Goggling at him, she gasped like a caught fish in the hand of the angler.
She had expected to be mildly chastised for her
hesitation.� It had been verging on disobedience.� She had not actually disobeyed.� She didn�t expect..

Inwardly she slapped herself for her foolishness.� Time and time again she slapped and slapped
and yet her idiocy somehow always grew back.�
She really knew by now that she could never expect to be able to predict
what they would do. �Her�owners �There were never any solid rules� no
immoveable lines within which the walker might know they were safe. ��In her limited experience, she had seen
enough to expect by now that any and
all dark lords were likely to have the emotional stability and impulse control
of toddlers on crack.
The hand loosened slowly, seemingly reluctantly and she
blinked her eyes rapidly against the tears that had filled them.
�I regret� I lost my patience for a moment.� Do not test my good will again, Maia�� Grindelwald
gravelled softly and Hermione mentally underlined three times her observations
on the nature of Dark Lords.�

�It is�unpleasant� to see you so brazen with other men.�
She couldn�t quite stop herself from sputtering, infuriated
and still reeling from the shock of the careless strangulation, �But you told me to do that!� I..I did everything
you told me.� How can you��

The words just fell out of her mouth before her brain could intervene and bite
them off.�
She could see that the dark wizard was unimpressed.�
With a dismissive sneer in Tom�s direction he half turned,
reaching out and gripping her upper arm.�
�Enough, Maia.� Come.� I would see to your continued testing before
other more pressing tasks demand my attention today.�� He had dragged her to the open wall to the
corridor before she had even realised she was moving, but then he seemed to
hesitate.� Just as she turned to see what
had happened, he pushed her through the ward barrier, into the corridor outside
the cell.� She nearly stumbled, and
dangled briefly from the iron grip on her arm before righting herself.�� Behind her, inside the cell she could see
that Grindelwald was obviously speaking to Tom, his lips were moving and his
expression promised nothing good.� The
corridor she stood in was silent however.�
There was the faintest of white ward flimmers
around the dark wizard�s arm where it passed through the invisible ward barrier.
Tom�s demeanour barely betrayed his concern at whatever
threat their captor had made.� His eyes gazed
ahead serenely, and he had on his very best distant and unaffected expression,
but the increased tension in his shoulders and the slight whitening of his lips
made clear his aversion to whatever was being promised to him.
A moment later, Grindelwald had joined Hermione in the
corridor and the glassy pane into the white room faded back to unforgiving grey
stone slabs, rough and depressingly solid. ��The sight of Tom was swept away as if it had
never been there.
A sudden frisson of fear arced through her nerves � she had
a horrible feeling that she might never see Tom again.� She wanted to go back into the white cell
right away and make sure that he was still there. ��It was on the tip of her tongue to start
begging for five more minutes.. another
minute� another few seconds of simply watching
him, but the dark and forbidding scowl on the blonde man�s face made clear how
ill-advised it would be to push on that front right now.�

Feeling utterly miserable at the thought of the horrible things she would no
doubt have to face now, in payment for the despot�s graciousness in allowing
her to see Tom at all, she turned her eyes down to the ground and allowed
herself to be silently led by the hand.��
Who even knew how long it would be before he brought her back here, if
he brought her back here at all.� He�he
could hurt�� �no� he would
hurt Tom � of that she was certain.� Even
if she pleased him to the letter, he would still hurt Tom because of what Tom
was to her.� He could decide to kill him and there would be not a thing she could
do about it.

Yet again she felt the sharp ache at her utter powerlessness without her
magic.��

Even the thought that she might somehow barter for Tom�s well-being with her
compliance�her good behaviour�was a
hollow and unconvincing wheedling in the back of her mind.� She had no faith that anything she could do
might significantly influence the mercurial and sadistic dark lord in whose
possession she currently found herself.� Grindelwald
would do as he pleased and his preference was liable to switch from fire to ice
without warning.
�I am disappointed��
The low growl shook her from her morbid thoughts and she
glanced up unhappily.
�I do not think it has served any purpose, bringing you to
see the boy.� You are less satisfactory
than you were this morning at breakfast.��
The dark wizard narrowed his eyes at the corridor before him as they
walked, his lip curling slightly in angry disgust.�� Perhaps it is counter-productive to
preserve the impudent wretch�s life.� I
do not think that he will become useful with further discipline or
training.� Perhaps you will accept your
situation more readily if he is removed.�
�Horrified, Hermione
almost stopped in place and stumbled slightly as she was tugged on.�
�I�I�m sorry!� she managed.�
Don�t dwell on Tom.� Don�t remind him about how much he means to
you.� Just� just focus on something
else!� �I was distracted.� She added,
her voice somewhat steadier, despite the swift march down the abyssal
corridor.� �It�s a big change to be
here.� I�m not used to�any of this.�� I�ll try to do better.�
The hand around her arm tightened slightly and, it seemed to
her that the pace of the dark wizard�s stride slowed to a speed that, while
still not particularly comfortable, didn�t make her head swim with the wards
they were passing.
�I want to kill him.� He growled between gritted teeth� �The
wretch!� The filthy blooded,
self-important little worm!� Grindelwald
stopped, releasing her arm only to fist both his hands.� � The way you look upon him�It makes me itch to curse him, blind him, tear him to
pieces and obliterate him completely.�
He seemed to be seething!�
To see the normally supremely controlled man so unhinged was a troubling
development.� Hermione was reaching
automatically for his arm, with the insane thought that it might calm him, when
he rounded on her, herding her back against the wall of the corridor and boxing
her in with his arms.� She squeaked as
her back met the stone and tried not to squirm, looking up at him fearfully.�
�You should look at me
as you were looking at the boy in that room.��
Something in his eyes was flickering between fury and entreaty, as if he
couldn�t quite understand what was wrong or how to bend it to his preferred
configuration.��

�You should be mine!� �I
have won you now and you belong to me!� And yet you look upon me with�with disgust.�
I have treated you no worse than that child.� I am not hideous to look upon.� I�I am powerful.. I am the most powerful wizard alive!� You should be GRATEFUL that I have chosen you.�
I have� I have treated you�.kindly�
have I not?!�
Hermione�s mind whirled.�
How exactly was she supposed to answer that?!� �Um�do you mind if we put this off until we
can retrieve a dictionary and I can explain to you very slowly, preferably with
pictures or witness accounts, exactly what the meaning of �kindness� is��

�Of.. of course..� was what she did say.� �I�m sorry.� I didn�t mean to.� I�have known Tom for a long time now.� He has been very kind to me too.�� Maybe� maybe if I spend more time around
you� and�and if you continue to be�kind�
and � �
He cut her off, sneering unattractively. �Your words are
empty!� You seek only to preserve the
vermin�s life!� Be at least truthful in
your intent.� It is enough that you are a
whore. �You need not be a deceitful whore!�
She flinched away, unreasonably hurt and trying to ignore
the sensation.�
When she didn�t respond, a hand gripped her jaw roughly and
she was turned to face the infamous dark wizard.�� She tried to meet his stare and failed.
As the silence dragged on she struggled against the emotions
that wanted to well up.� She�d been
holding herself together so well.� She�d
been doing her best to approach her situation with reason and caution and
nothing ever helped!� It had all been
just about enough!!� She had tried and tried and now she was in
the bloody past, in bloody Scourge of bloody Europe-Grindelwald�s inpenetrable prison, being called names because of
something she had been born as.� You can�t be born a whore, she argued with irrational fervour.� It wouldn�t be fair.� A whore is either a job description or an
expression of social disdain at one�s believed promiscuity.� She hadn�t had a great deal of choice in her
so called-choices due to said inborn condition.� And now, she ranted inwardly,� this awful man was
blaming her because she was afraid of him and what she might do to Tom.�� Who�d also blamed her because she was afraid
of him and what he might do to others she�d cared for.� All of it� it was not fair and she couldn�t do it anymore and she just wanted to go home!
And with that she burst into tears.
She ignored the dark Lord�s mildly frustrated sigh and gave
herself over to a good sob.� It felt like
she had been holding it back for the longest time,� trying to just get through the next
thing.. the next crisis� just get out of immediate
danger and she could fall apart then.� But immediate danger was like a hole she was
in and every time she tried to climb out, the walls crumbled under her fingers
and tossed her back into a slightly different muddy pit.� She was always holding it together and
pushing it down to deal with later and she just..couldn�t right now!
When she felt strong arms drag her forward against a wool
cloaked chest and hold her, she just gave herself over to it and set about
snivelling a nice wet patch into the other man�s robes.
After a while she felt a large hand gently stroking the back
of her neck.� It was soothing and she
allowed herself to be slowly swayed until her tears subsided into gulping
breaths. �Her face ached.� She just knew
her makeup would be like an expressionist painting.
�I apologise�
The words were spoken very softly, as if the man was worried
that the walls might hear and tell everyone that he was weak.
�I am�also troubled� as you seem to be.� Unfortunately I can only respond with anger�
accusations� violence.� It is the way it
must be for a man in my position.� And�it
is also easier for me.� You
understand?��

Hermione felt two fingers below her chin, tilting her wet face up in the direction
of the low rumbling voice.�� She opened
her eyes to see an uncertain expression on the dark lord�s face.

�Do you�-� he stopped and seemed to hesitate, before
his eyes turned away and he swallowed, obviously thinking better of whatever he
had been intending to say.
�We should continue.��
Now, even more, I wish to find a way to rid you of this curse and
discover the true nature of your affections.�
She hadn�t even seen him draw his wand, but she did see it
in his hand now and a second later a gentle cleansing spell washed over her
face.�� He applied it to his own robes
shortly afterward.��

With a strangely fond expression, he paused and seemed to admire her.��

�Do you know - many of the women I have been with will not allow themselves to
be seen without �paint� or glamours?�� I shudder to think what they might truly
look like.�� It is of little concern to
me - They are only for looking correct at a party or enjoying in a bed..� But�you�look the
same.�� Perhaps a little puffy from the�� but that is easily
fixed�� he flicked again and she felt
something like a cooling balm settle over her face.�

He took her hand gently and led her at a much more sedate pace down the
corridor they had been traversing before the little meltdown.�
Soon after, the corridor they were following widened into a
four way crossroad of two paths.� It was
there that Grindelwald brought them to a halt.�
Hermione, moved quickly to stand where he seemed to want her and waited,
looking up anxiously.
For a moment the piercing blue eyes scrutinised her, before
they softened again.� A strained smile
twitched the corner of the corner of the other man�s mouth briefly enough that
it might have been a mere tic.� �Let us
not speak of this again� he said quietly, although there was something in his
tone that seemed to imply he was really saying�
�Don�t tell anyone about this please�, before the unpleasant compression
of the apparition flung them both away from the dismal prison.
--
The space that blared into being around Hermione at the
other end of the apparition was barely an improvement.
They were in what appeared to be an office or study.� The walls were lined in bookshelves � there
were no windows at all - �and, central in the room was a large
dark glossy wooden desk.�

On the far side of the desk sat an extremely focussed man, He was staring at
them both in a manner that conveyed unmistakeably that their presence was not
only expected but eagerly anticipated.
It was quite disconcerting.�
The man�s gaze flicked between them both and came to rest
upon Hermione, seeming to ramp up the unsettling fascination a few notches
more.�
Averting her eyes for a moment from the unsettling man, she
glanced at the yellow lamps that were lit.�
Bizarrely, from their appearance, they seemed to be electrical.� This was a muggle place?!�
Her eyes darted back to the man in question.� Was he a muggle?!
Almost as if to facilitate her inspection, the man stood up
now and moved to join them.
He was dressed in dark pleated trousers and a crisply
pressed white shirt, which certainly supported that he might be a muggle!�� His boots,
she saw as he rounded the corner of the table, fairly shone with polish.� Was this
man in Grindelwald�s army somehow?!� He
was perhaps in his thirties if he was a muggle,
although it was hard to be sure with wizards.�
He was slender of build and had short lank, dark hair in a rather
military style.� His nose was straight,
his chin dimpled and his mouth mean.�
None of those features were particularly remarkable.� His brown eyes, however were slightly
protuberant and oddly bright and intelligent. This lent him a manic..even fanatical aura.�

Hermione was incongruously reminded of Bellatrix LeStrange,
despite the fact that the two shared no particular feature or even the most slight
of resemblances..
�Du hast dich verspaetet
Gellert� (You�re late, Gellert) the
man murmured in a gently chastising tone as he moved to lean against the desk,
facing them both.� He folded his arms. �Ich hoffe du warst
nicht damit beschaeftigt meine test-subjekt zu kontaminieren?�
(I hope you were not busy contaminating
my test subject)
Hermione froze.� She
understood enough German to know that �test subject� was not an encouraging
term to be bandied about.
Grindelwald, at her side, released her hand with a light
chuckle.
�Ich bin kein
blutjunger bock mehr, Zeph.� Mit der Zeit kommt Geduld!�� (I�m no
randy schoolboy anymore, Zeph.� With time
comes patience)
A thin smile from �Zeph�.�� Zweifellos�� (Undoubtedly)
The odd man turned his attention back to her, his eyes
seeming to sharpen once again in a discriminating manner.� It had something of a judge or a
merchant-dealer to it.� She felt she was
being weighed and assessed for some desirable property or trait; as if her
value were being estimated.
�Bleibst du denn
fuer die erste test-reihe?� Ich haette nichts
dagegen�� (Are
you staying for the first test-series then?�
I would have nothing against it)
She glanced at the tall blonde man questioningly.� He seemed to be considering.
She caught �Nein� easily enough in his eventual muttered response
and something about Elms?� From
Elms?� No. Alms.� Von Alms.�
She vaguely recalled the awful officious little man that she had been
introduced to �minutes before Uriel had outed her and
Professor Dumbledore had been announced and she had been suddenly and painfully
demoted from her �privileged captive and projected future consort� status.
�Maia� Grindelwald summoned her attention back from where it
had been wandering.� She looked up at him
with her best compliant and eager to please expression.� Strangely, this caused him to sigh in a
manner that seemed almost regretful.

�Maia�� This is my�.� He hesitated
uncomfortably before continuing ��half-brother.�
He is a doctor and a researcher.�
He will find out why this �effect�persists with you.� He will cure it and then there will be no
more difficulties.� You understand?�

He raised his eyebrows as if daring her to question this assertion.
She very dearly wanted to.�
Exactly how was
this researcher going to find out why her �effect� persisted?� She could imagine a few ways and it was even
less appealing now than it had been when she first heard the idea.�

Something of her alarm must have shown on her face because a moment later she
was being swept against a broad chest and gently embraced.

She thought she felt a kiss pressed against the top of her head.�

�Hush, Maia.�� It will not be so
terrible.� You are strong.� You stood and fought me without hesitation.� This
will be only a little thing.�
There was the sound of a throat clearing and Grindelwald
stiffened, releasing her somewhat reluctantly.
�Kein blutjunger
Bock, hast du gesagt?�
(No randy schoolboy, I think you
said?)� Grindelwald�s half brother observed dryly.� �Es faellt wieder an
mich dich zu beschuetzen, bruder-mein. Wie es aussieht, ist
dein� vernunft bereits beeintraechtigt.� Geh.� Triff dich mit Von Alms.� Wenn du dich doch mit
irgendwas graessliches infiziert hast, kann es zumindest nichts
schaden, wenn diese Ente daran
krepiert.�� (Its again up to me to protect you,
brother-mine.� From appearances, your
reason is already compromised.� Go.� Meet with Von Alms.� If you have infected yourself with something
horrific, at least it will hurt nothing if that goose dies of it)
The dark despot scowled good
naturedly but stepped further away from Maia.�

�Du bist ein penebeler arsch, Zeph, aber du hast vielleicht recht.� (You�re a pedantic asshole, Zeph, but you may have a point)� A smirk twisted his lips briefly.� �Vor allem wenn es
um Von Alms geht�� (Especially
about Von Alms)
�Zeph� chuckled.
Grindelwald sobered somewhat and fixed him with an half
embarrassed, half beseeching gaze.�

�Sprich doch auf English mit ihr, Zeph.� (Speak English to her, Zeph)
He muttered, as if ashamed of what he was saying.� �Sie hat schon jetzt angst.� Wir beide wissen wo
deine geschmaecke liegen aber siehe
zu dass du die an irgendwelche von deine andere tiere ausuebst.�
(She�s already frightened.� We both know where your tastes lie, but take
them out on your other animals instead)� His
gaze shifted away to inspect the bookshelves in faux interest and he said,
almost dismissively�� Sie ist mir
teuer.�� Mach dir die muehe.� Hast du mich verstanden?� (She is
precious to me.� Make the effort.� Do you understand me?!)
The other hmmphed noncommittally
and made a �hurry along now� wave with his hand.
When Grindelwald hesitated he sighed long sufferingly and addressed Hermione for the first time since
her arrival.
�Come along then �� he instructed
briskly �Do not fear.�

His accent was thicker than Grindelwald�s and there was something indefinably
colder to his voice.� Considering that
the dark lord was himself a rather cruel and merciless individual, Hermione
considered that this wasn�t the most encouraging of impressions.
�Go with him, Maia� came the rumble from behind her.� When she moved to look, Grindelwald was
already turning and in a muted pop, was gone, before she could so much as think
to utter �stop! Wait! Don�t go!�
And then she was alone with �Zeph�
� the creepy researcher.

�Welcome to your new home for the duration of our
experiments�
Hermione looked around the room -well�Box.� It was closer to the cell that she had
visited Tom in than the room that she had awoken in this morning.
It had an actual bed rather than a pallet � it was a
generous single no less; a simple metallic frame with head and foot brackets
and a pale blue wool blanket covered mattress in between � but apart from that
microscopically slight nod at luxury, it was a grey walled box, lacking any other
furniture.� A door in the right side wall
at least gave her hope that there was not to be a waste hole in the floor.
�How long will these experiments take?� she asked with more
than a little trepidation.
�As long as they require� was the curt reply.� �Your environment will be strictly controlled
in this time, in order to provide the most accurate results.� You will eat when and what you are told.� You will sleep when instructed to do so.�� You will vacate your bowels when you are
permitted to do so.� You will comply with
any instruction given.� If you do not, you will be corrected.� You will not like correction, so I advise you to do as directed without fuss.�
�Oh,� Hermione mumbled, already feeling the dread and
claustrophobia crawling around in her gut.�

The horror show hadn�t even begun.
�Undress yourself�
�what?!�
She received a tsk and an eyeroll
in response.�� When she still did not
move, the other man drew a wand from the inside of his sleeve.� It was a dark pointed needle of a wand.� She was already retreating away from him when
he flicked a stinging hex at her impatiently.
�I would prefer you do not force me to correct you.� The room will need to be cleansed each time
you oblige me to use magic upon you.�
His tone was cool and detached.� He sounded almost bored.� The slight dance of his eyes belied that
impression however.� No.� this was someone who
would enjoy every opportunity to �correct� her.�
He would probably even enjoy having to cleanse the room.� If the cleansing was as uncomfortable as it
had been in Tom�s cell, and if she was reading this�individual� correctly, he
would probably take every opportunity to keep the room thoroughly �clean�.
She reached behind her back for the fastenings to her dress.
�Very good.� I see you
are able to understand the situation.�
Hermione shuffled out of the silky dress carefully and held
it out to the waiting man.� He took it
and made a circling motion with the tip of his wand as a gesture for her to
continue.
With downcast eyes she complied.�
When she had given her underclothes and stockings up and
stood uncomfortably bare, there was a silence.�
She didn�t need to glance up to know that her �researcher�
was conducting a thorough visual examination of her body. ��Without bothering to wait for the inevitable
order, she turned slowly on the spot till she was facing in his general
direction again.�
�Excellent.� He commended wryly.� �You seem to know your place well
enough.� I think we will have no
difficulty understanding each other.�
He turned on his heel and paced away to the door.
�You may rest, if you wish.��
Food will be supplied in two hours.��
He gestured in the direction of the door and Hermione noticed that there
was a low flap built into the bottom of the door.�

She was reminded wretchedly of Harry�s awful family and sidled away toward the
bed, thinking to climb under the covers as soon as possible.
The door was closing when she realised something she�d
forgotten.
�Wait!� she called.�
The door paused in its motion.
�What should I call you?� she asked softly, uncertain
whether simply asking might be enough to warrant �correction�.
It seemed that this was an acceptable question however, as
she remained pain free.
�You will address me as Doctor Green�
The door closed quietly.�

She didn�t even need to try it to know that it would not be opening again until
�Dr Green� returned.
And then of course, she was treated to the delightful sizzling sound that heralded
the approach of the cleansing ward.
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