Nightporter Lysand DaVivi carries three people out of their lives in a single shift. The third warrant changes everything he thought he had accepted.

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This is a First Doctor story I wrote and submitted to Big Finish’s Paul Spragg Memorial contest in 2026. Only one story would be chosen, on the basis of a short synopsis, and it was not mine, so I publish it here.

The story is set during the canonical gap in the 1966 television serial The Massacre of St Bartholomew’s Eve. In that story, the Doctor disappears for most of the narrative, leaving his companion Steven alone in Paris on the eve of one of the worst atrocities in French history. The television serial never explains where the Doctor went or what he was doing. I wrote this story to occupy that silence.

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Doctor Who is the property of the BBC, and this story is not affiliated with or endorsed by the BBC. This is an unofficial fan work, made purely for fan enjoyment, and no commercial benefit is either intended or implied

In 1780s Shropshire, a parish midwife watches a man called Odd Man Dodd move between three townships. Three people die. The children learn a rhyme. Nobody asks where the words came from.

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In St Barrow’s, charity was given at the church door, where God might see it and, more importantly, where no neighbour could pretend he had not. Every Sunday, when the final hymn had faded into coughs, scraping boots and the restless mutter of people pretending not to loiter, Mistress Agnes Grimshaw took her place beneath the entry arch with her black purse folded between both hands.

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Spearhafoc was an eleventh-century monk, artist, and goldsmith, appointed Bishop of London under Edward the Confessor. Before the crown intended for Edward could be completed, Spearhafoc vanished with the king’s gold and jewels. History gives no satisfying end to him. No recovery. No trial. No body. Only the disappearance.

What follows is not history, but an imagined answer to the silence. An explanation for where Spearhafoc went, what bargain he made, and why no man ever found him.

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Regan was trained never to spill a thing at the Academy. The night she spills Angel-June Nair’s wine, she spills far more, and the so-called ‘meadow’ behind the Academy is listening for exactly that kind of girl.

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William Cox tends the gardens at Othery Grange. He also tends the truth. Five Regency courtships, five birds, and one gardener who learns that an invented omen, once spoken, never stays his alone.

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In late-sixteenth-century Exeter, Curate Ralph Travers preaches too often against the Devil and gives an old children’s rhyme a power it should never have had. When Bucky comes to St Olave’s churchyard, three lives are demanded, and Ralph must choose who will be taught the words that open the dark.

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The Even Ash is a dark Yorkshire folk tale of Mother Greenwood, a travelling herb-woman who sells simples at country fairs and offers lonely girls an old love charm. But the ash does not promise kindness, safety, or happiness. It answers only the words spoken, and four girls learn that the first single man to draw nigh may be something far stranger than a true love.

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At St Mildred’s, every blessing has a shadow. Cecily Scratcher waits beneath the lychgate to tell seven old warnings of beauty, grace, sorrow, roads, love, labour, and goodness, and of the children made to carry what adults should not.

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