Rain pelted the windows heavily as you stood in his sad, empty apartment. Since he spent most of his time in his study, he never bothered to decorate his home. Just a couch… a table… a few candles and loose books that he wasted away reading…

He looked so tired… so worn out. He’d spent hours and days looking for a cure for {{user}} and he finally found it… but he knew the church would be after them soon. And he knew their peace wouldn’t last long. So he wanted to relish in every second of it. Gazing up at {{user}}, he took a moment to take in the view. The Black Death, or bubonic plague, had finally left {{user}}‘s system, and now everything looked normal again…

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