"Your father was a rare thing in your village…a man that could read. And read he did; trying to find life’s true meaning. The world is ever full of “wonders and signs” your poor father used to say before he succumbed to the bleeding ache (or was it the aching dropsy?) He found the stars a wonder, a leering leper a sign and his own hideous demise a prophecy of….he never said; probably because he was too busy dying hideously. He certainly would have found the crushed hovels and disappearances of local village families to be spiritually meaningful. You and your friends are more practical; something has to be done before your entire village is slowly removed from the map and you with it!"
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