... and you encounter:
- philosophers waiting in dread symposium for the plague to arrive,
- a sailor preaching the end of the world,
- a boat beached on the shore, filled with torn sacks of corn and the corpses of plague rats,
- a woman having visions of the spirits of the dead,
- a vision - a spirit of a divine being walking silently, judgmentally,
- a vision - a spirit of light striking this or that part of a person's body,
- a man uttering the holiest of names trying to exorcise a spirit,
- a holy sanctuary full of hungry refugees,
- a sanctuary filled with the dying,
- two bodies and a dying dog by a crossroad shrine,
- a couple barricaded in their room, hiding,
- a young seamstress crying for help, locked away in a cellar,
- a shouting widower calling the spirits to take him,
- a traveler beating a door, begging to be let in,
- a dream of a spirit standing, looming, over a body,
- a voice from the sky prophesying that your name is written among those about to be struck,
- a peddler struck by a sudden seizure,
- a wine merchant grabbed by a sudden fever,
- a lethargic youth mumbling in waking fever dreams,
- a beggar crying on the ground with buboes in the groin,
- a violently delirious inn-keep,
- a young woman lying in deathless sleep in a tower surrounded by thorn bushes,
- a confused old lady who has forgot all who are familiar,
- a pile of dead, buboed rats ripening in the sun,
- a soldier lying neglected and comatose beneath a baobab tree,
- a sleepless priest, victim of distorted, paranoid imagination,
- an excitable student rushing here and there, crying at the top of his voice,
- a hungry nurse with trouble eating,
- a butcher mad with hunger throwing himself off a height,
- a shepherd in great pain from swollen buboes,
- a dying driver broken out in lentil-sized black pustules,
- a maid suddenly vomiting blood as she speaks,
- bodies stacked in the open like firewood,
- a blood-soaked priestess lying next to a fresh grave,
- a breeze that brings the stench of death,
- a hungry ox lowing sadly, still yoked to a plough,
- a ditch filled with bloated horses and dogs,
- a ruined, burned out freehold,
- a farmhouse full of desiccated corpses,
- seven men and three women holed up in a villa, waiting out the plague,
- an ignorant man peddling snake heads as a cure,
- a large pile of clothes, blood-spattered,
- a manor, closed off and barred, with music drifting from a window,
- a friendly necromancer, skeletons carrying a large pot in tow,
- a group drinking to oblivion in a tavern,
- a candle shop, abandoned in haste,
- a hangman who hanged himself,
- a crone selling medicinal flowers and perfumes,
- a cart with packages of pungent medicines and a dead cat,
- a wagon full of dead rats and birds,
- a gravedigger, philosophical and immune,
- an abandoned nephew with a broken leg,
- a sick builder killing himself in the street with a brick,
- a quantity of bodies laud out at the door,
- a trench with bodies stored like bales in a ship,
- a canal filled with bloating corpses,
- a raven perched on a skull, murmuring, "evermore,"
- an ominous green comet glows sickly in the sky,
- an unbeliever, hung for bringing the wrath of the spirits,
- a well, poisoned by the dead,
- a lynch mob after a local heretic poet,
- a stockpile of food, contaminated by the corpse of its owner,
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