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White gasped, and then stiffened. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. Alderley’s company of militia being his own, he was able to choose duty periods convenient to himself and his captain, and was under no obligation to wear dress uniform. “Will they worry about you getting caught in a storm?” She asked him as she viewed black clouds floating in different directions. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald.
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