The Plague Sentinel
The year was 1348, and Florence was a city of ghosts. The air was thick with the smell of vinegar and burning sulfur, a futile attempt to ward off the invisible reaper that had turned the streets into open graves. Julian, a disgraced medical student whose only remaining possession was a tattered cloak and a hunger for forbidden knowledge, walked through the ruins of the Mercato Vecchio. He did...
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