About: Betrayal and Plague

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In a plain-looking room, in a plain-looking shack, a plain-looking, old abbot lies in a plain-looking bed. Apart from the bed is a simple desk and chair, with a single candle illuminating the dark space. It is night, and the window is open, but clouds obscure any light from the stars or twin moons. The man's face looks greenish and sickly under the lone candlelight, which only heightens the shadows along his temple and sagged, wrinkled jawline. He scratches his bald head with his left hand, in which he holds a quill. He is writing on a piece off board propped in his lap as a desk.

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rdfs:label	Betrayal and Plague
rdfs:comment	In a plain-looking room, in a plain-looking shack, a plain-looking, old abbot lies in a plain-looking bed. Apart from the bed is a simple desk and chair, with a single candle illuminating the dark space. It is night, and the window is open, but clouds obscure any light from the stars or twin moons. The man's face looks greenish and sickly under the lone candlelight, which only heightens the shadows along his temple and sagged, wrinkled jawline. He scratches his bald head with his left hand, in which he holds a quill. He is writing on a piece off board propped in his lap as a desk.
dcterms:subject	Stories Horde Stories
abstract	In a plain-looking room, in a plain-looking shack, a plain-looking, old abbot lies in a plain-looking bed. Apart from the bed is a simple desk and chair, with a single candle illuminating the dark space. It is night, and the window is open, but clouds obscure any light from the stars or twin moons. The man's face looks greenish and sickly under the lone candlelight, which only heightens the shadows along his temple and sagged, wrinkled jawline. He scratches his bald head with his left hand, in which he holds a quill. He is writing on a piece off board propped in his lap as a desk. He pauses again and looks down at his hand, now covered with the scabs and marks bearing the signs of a sickness he can never recover from. He reaches up to his graying, wrinkled face and feels the same lesions around his pointed cheekbone, and along his brow. One of the pustules on his hand oozes slightly, and he wipes it on his thin linen sheet, which has turned a yellowish brown over the years. The man's wrinkled hand reaches under the blanket, pulling out a small pouch. His right hand reaches inside and pulls out a small portion of dried silverleaf held between his thumb and forefinger. He puts the fingers up to his nose and inhales the snuff deeply, remaining expressionless. The clouds of smoke break for a few brief moments, letting the larger, white moon shine through under the glowing fires from the city outside. The moonlight comes though his window and casts a beam onto his bed. The man lets out a few hacking coughs, then brings a handkerchief to the corner of his mouth. He looks at the fresh blood on the cloth. It looks like a putrid, dark green color under the soft moonlight.

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