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The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. There is a small yewtree west of the church. She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering lights. It fell to the ground and smoked ominously. ‘The major thinks she’s worth it,’ put in Prudence quietly.
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