We all think we have time, you know. It's this miracle substance and there seems to be so much of it, and then all of a sudden, it's gone.
Eloisa JamesPiers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Neythen, my lord.' 'Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can do. Sandys would have preferred hearing that to syphilis.
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