Historical setting: 588 C.E. Forest Primeval She isn’t dead and I see she has no bubos or signs of plague. She is fevered and thirsty the same as was the count that night when she brought him tea. I’m not sure what she says, but she seems to mumble some form of gratitude. MaybeContinue reading “Post #27.4, Weds., December 8, 2021”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 