The Hunger of Grace
The town of Oakhaven had been erased from the map, replaced by a red zone of quarantine. For forty days, the plague had turned the streets into a gallery of corpses and the houses into tombs. The air was thick with the smell of bleach and decay, and the only sound was the distant, rhythmic tolling of a bell that no one was left to ring. Martha and Jane were trapped in a small, two-room cottage...
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