Exile
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Complete Wed, Jan 27, 201612m
The Black Death killed thousands. Bodies filled the streets. The stench of rotting corpses was everywhere.
Fear has killed millions. It severs the bonds of friendship. It strips us of our humanity.
Everyone wants me dead.
Everyone but one.
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