The Strange and Dreadful Enemy

(Continued) That was last week. Every day since men had poured in, too distraught to enjoy her fine cooking or anything else. Every night, after they had fallen into a fitful sleep, she would creep up to the roof of her house, which was crouched on top of the city wall, Rehab would rest her elbows on the solid stone structure to peer out of her casement at the orderly multitude far below.

Oh, that I could be numbered with them, she sighed. I know that they will overtake Jericho and destroy it, and many other cities besides. It is not death I fear. Life hath little meaning for such as I.But if I had a choice, I would rather live if I could live as they. That would be blessed indeed.
   The customers dwindled to almost nothing in the coming weeks. No man was going around doing futile things with such a strange and dreadful enemy camping on their doorsteps, or so it seemed...

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