The Black Death
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Última publicación jue, nov 13, 2014
"It is not too far, I advise you to leave now. He is safe, you are not." The doctor placed something on my head, I would've not noticed it since it is so delicately light with a smell of herbs. "Run," he whispered, and I watched him slowly walk down the pathway, replaying the sound of his boots smacking in the mud. The doctor left a trail of posies behind him, and I realize on my head was one lone petal and on my arm disgusting, red, swollen bumps. ***Slightly associated with The Plague Doctor, but enjoy loves! :D
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