Prologue.

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"What the actual hell."
Clara Oswald looked at her surroundings for the tenth time in the past minute since she woke up. She was in what seemed an old, cheap hotel room with a rusty little window in the corner of the room and luggage shoved in the tiny closet.
This wasn't her usual place of waking up.

Or was it?

She didn't really remember.

In fact she didn't remember anything at all; how she got here was a blur, any attempt to remember her life before today failed.

Hell, she didn't even remember her parents' names.

It seemed as if every piece of information had been wiped from her memory except for her name and a single word:

Run.

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