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The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. She felt her own body stir, ready for more. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them.
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