The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said.
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