Once more unto the breach…
He knew that the advice he had given the two boys would be listened to.
They were good boys who had been unlucky to land in St Agnes.
Since their arrival though, the world that was the school had changed, changed utterly. Indeed, his own world had changed beyond any rational understanding. His evenings had been given over to his research, an endless task that had consumed his hours and thoughts.
The Black Death had also changed the world.
It had, in one fell swoop, unseated an acceptance of the eternal and had replaced it with an understanding of the life’s indifferent cruelty. The popular philosophy of ‘living for the now’, something he had always thought of as being a very twentieth century invention, had actually been created in those times when existence was not guaranteed. Death was an invisible caller, one who slipped into homes without invitation. Death…
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