Tina waited, not daring to move or look around. She’d been there before, too many times. By now she was used to the sounds; the Master’s footsteps on the polished wooden floor; the jingle of his keys; the cupboard door being opened; a slight pause

Tina waited, not daring to move or look around. She’d been there before, too many times. By now she was used to the sounds; the Master’s footsteps on the polished wooden floor; the jingle of his keys; the cupboard door being opened; a slight pause

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