- Jun 9, 2022
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Too good to be true. Heād known it the moment heād heard it. It was all too simple to quell a plague ā persistent as it was peculiar and new ā with an herb he knew little about, but happened to be sitting in his den soaked in water all their same. Heads turned ā more, a naive soul had clamored for, and Dawnglare would bite that there is a reason, such a solution had not breached a mind like his ā because he has not caught so much of an inkling of the cursed thing for many, many moons.
His stock was dwindling to a bitter trickle, and soon they would be ripe with plague again. If a cough from the newly - cured could still pass disease, it would continue to spread until all it could do is blow past the ashes of them all.
No, his sleep was not so peaceful with the future weighing so heavily upon his shoulders. His days are stressful with delirium and fog - eyed patients and his nights uncomfortable, with the lack of a smile beside him. Splendorous visions and wishes of grandeur have not come to him in the days since this ā Yellowcough has reared its ugly head. Divinity forgotten, for once he wishes not to dream, rather than for it, so that he would not have to meet the face of suffering beyond closed lids.
His stock was dwindling to a bitter trickle, and soon they would be ripe with plague again. If a cough from the newly - cured could still pass disease, it would continue to spread until all it could do is blow past the ashes of them all.
No, his sleep was not so peaceful with the future weighing so heavily upon his shoulders. His days are stressful with delirium and fog - eyed patients and his nights uncomfortable, with the lack of a smile beside him. Splendorous visions and wishes of grandeur have not come to him in the days since this ā Yellowcough has reared its ugly head. Divinity forgotten, for once he wishes not to dream, rather than for it, so that he would not have to meet the face of suffering beyond closed lids.