Prologue

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Disease. Death. Rampantly spreading across England, everybody fearing for their lives as the king sat back enjoying each feast brought to his table, gold embellishments on all his clothes, a larger chair to fit his bigger waist. Redcoats patrolling the streets as the disease we had yet to be accustomed to never ceased to stop, people died left, right, and centre daily with no sign of ending. These troubling times have brought us all to tears with fears, crimes with the times, cruelty brought to us all not by a human hand. We all had no idea what to do, no thought on how we were to process the situation set before us, the streets of London always seemingly packed to the hilt when a hanging became announced to the public. Little did they know that people dropped to the floor, dead, during these crowded periods, more and more people infected with the maliciousness the disease gave us. In the beginning everything happened gradually, one death. Nothing too serious. Ten deaths a problem, spiraling out of control to hundreds. Over three hundred dead in one area, the government not wanting to get involved, teaching us to use the laissez-faire approach. Did it work? No. More and more died, including my mother, at the hands of a skilled murderer - an invisible one. How did we cope? We tried our hardest, my wife being my solid rock, our children giving us light to the dark through the hope they gave us. We wanted a way out of this situation, we wanted to get ourselves out of the present life, to live elsewhere so nobody could do anything to us, no disease could kill us. We could live with barely any fears. So many questions with no answers. So many lives lost with no compensation, poor people even more downgraded with no money, lacking the necessary means to live, food becoming harder to bring to the table. Somehow, we got by, savings that I had kept back for a rainy day proving to be helpful, our friends sticking close to us in times of need. This is our story. Your story. A story you will come to know well. Remember me.

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