Not all of us, but some of us. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. Your mother arrived, and she knew me for what I was, she whispered to me curses against werewolves and vampires when I was alone in a room with her. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day.
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