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Although many of the townsfolk were still walking and breathing, death was already inside them. Death was in the water, in the ground, and in the air.
It was rotting people’s organs and seeping out through boils on their skin while they gathered dead bodies off the streets and burned them on pyres.
In a small house in the town’s artisans’ quarter, a boy clung to his mother’s chest and tried not to cry. Near the sickbed, a doctor in a leather mask shaped like a beak was watch ...
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