| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - He would read it somewhere, once, back in a time when such a thing would have made him amused rather than haunted.He looked back at Gwen, briefly, and felt a twinge of guilt in his chest.If time was a slowly circling shark, then Torchwood threw you into the water and poured a bucket of blood with you.Eventually, he found himself standing above what was left of Ianto.Jack had always heard that dead peo
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