Masks
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MatureOngoing3h 12m
Last published Mon, Nov 7, 2022
Wesdewen village was your home and the only one you ever knew until the plague hit. In order to keep the family safe your father moved everyone away to a town far up north, that is everyone but your dear grandmother. Your family urged her to come with them but she said she needed to stay behind. Years pass and the once plagued village is now recovering. You receive a letter from your grandmother asking you to come down and visit now that it's safe. With the blessings from your mother and father you venture back to your childhood home. You grandmother is overjoyed to see you and the both of you play catch up for the next few days. After you settle in your grandmother catches a cold and has to rest for several days. She seems nerve wrecked and upset having to be bedridden and when you finally calm her down enough she decides to finally tell you why she had to stay behind.
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