Dead animals lay about the houses. The bodies of the inhabitants were scattered about as well, but the bulk of them, both old and young, lay in piles next to the village workshop. Argoth dismounted. The wind whistled about the workshop and houses. Great numbers of flies flitted about the bodies, filling the air with a loud buzzing. It was grim work searching through the bodies, especially when moving the little ones. He moved one small girl with a sprig of lavender woven into her hair. The sight of it struck him. That was something Grace would wear. In fact, not two weeks ago she’d tried to weave such a sprig into his own hair. Argoth laid the girl gently down and moved to another. With each body his dismay and anger built. None had survived. All had an odd blackening about their necks and chests. The eyes of a few of the corpses had begun to cloud over, but the stiffness of death had only begun to set in. Furthermore, there were no frights.
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