The bells chime off in the distance. A home now left behind. Filled once not so long ago with smiles, laughter and joy.

Beset on all sides with grief and strife all at once it came. As though the fates conspired with death and decay to live little left but memories and embers.

It came at first with fever, a cold sweat that left such little strength within the body and soul, where sleep became as paramount and simple meals were not desired.

So it began in every case, and so it would end in death. A death among uncontrolled shivers as though the warmth was drained from life, where even a fire would not make warm what the sickness would make cold.

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