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black bubonic death hunting plague sad

I am not plagiarizing in anyway shape or form. I own the story completely and if you find this story  with a different name and writer. That is just me because my account was crapping out  So I had to create a new one. and I also change The Name to be more dramatic ok  And here is The real description now






This story is a haunting tale of my own creation about Tragic event that took Lives of 450 million people and I am talking about. The Bubonic plague the Black Death It took 60% of the European population The story is not based on Hysterical fact  No this tail is based on the emotion of those Those afflicted by this Tragedy at the time based on pure emotion and very little evidence But I assure Moved at least a little at the most you cry And I hope you enjoy this and give me your Thoughts opinions what have you or vote for me if you wish.All Rights Reserved

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The experiment.

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