The chronicle has been writing itself since before anyone can remember. The priest found it. He has been reading it every night since, except for the three nights he couldn't bring himself to.
It is 1348. The sickness is moving through the village house by house, and something older than the sickness is moving through it too, and the priest sits in his vestry with the church's explanation in one hand and the chronicle's evidence in the other, and they are not the same thing. They are not the same shape. They do not fit in the same hand.
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