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The Monks Codex
I, Brother John of the Minorite Abby in Kilkenny, buried the Prior and my thirty-four fellow monks, one by one, sometimes three a day, and was left. alone until I could bear it no longer, and with Flynn, my dog, fled.
I reached Dublin, where no death bells tolled, and I believed at first that God had spared the seal of the church in my native Ireland.
Soon enough, I discovered the bells were stopped only by city ordinance lest their continuous dolorous ringing plunge the population here yet further into despair.