The Bailiff of Blackwood

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The year was 1348, and the village of Blackwood was a place where God had seemingly turned His back. The air was thick with the smell of burning herbs and rotting flesh. The Black Death had arrived, and it was harvesting souls with a hunger that knew no bound. Sir Alistair walked through the muddy streets, his heavy leather cloak stained with the grime of a dozen plagues. He was the village...

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