A Plague of Death

The whispers of the spectators on the street were rapidly evolving into cries of concern.
The sky was alight with fire ... Great globs of black ash rained down and clamped onto each tunic, each dress, covering them with black soot. Swiftly, the floating ash began to
transform into more threatening chips of burning wood hurtling through the air as the
core of the fire expanded. The miniature fire balls struck without reason, igniting canopies overhead. Only then did the whispers turn to scre...