May 24. 2018.
Our land. Our precious land. Prithee, do tell us, what will happen to our flats once it has been enveloped by the Black Death?Who will till thy land? Who will manage the harvest? Are we doomed to starve? The outer kingdom's pity will not be given to our sorrowful town. The crops are not growing and the harvesters have been bedridden, unable to move their frail bodies. Physik, nor Magyk, nor medicine will save us from the evil that surely Satan has befallen upon us.
Oh, how peaceful and pure we were back then. Didst we smile and grin as we drank our ales. What have we done to deserve this punishment? In the midst of the chaos and sorrow have we persisted, and still this unhealth spreads throughout. Didst we laugh with our families, and now what family must we return to? The Black Death is spreading, we must try to survive, or else our future generations will look out on our extinguished civilization. Or perhaps we will not have a future generation! Prithee, healers, do come and save us!
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