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Therefore, I did get myself a smokepot, and in the winter followed Flynn into the lakeland parishes of Cumbria where we were forced to live upon peapods and bran, for the plague was still so heavily upon their populations that there was no harvest and the wheat lay rotting in the Fields, and even the animals that live beneath the surface of the earth came out of the ground disturbed, as if drunk.

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