Pestilence’s Price

“Our father is old
he has a young one, best loved
only son of his

Mother. His brother
is dead. Don’t take him, please. We
will give you our souls.”

“Keep your boy. Let your
nation perish. The plague will
not relent until

You execute my
judgment. Bring me the boy on
December fifth, and

It will be for you
righteousness and redemption.
I may show pity.”

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