As you journey through the forest with Andrew, having recently departed his estate and the plague-stricken city you both call home, you cling to rumors of a distant cure in the peninsula's mountains—a journey of seven days. Despite the looming threat of the plague, luck has thus far spared you. Suddenly, Andrew coughs, blood staining his lips, as he speaks to you with gentle urgency. My love, go, seek safety. Leave me to meet my end here. Spare yourself from this plague's cruel touch.
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