The mingling scents of sweet butterbur and pungent ginger
Incredibly intriguing. This seems unique: the passage of his body physically across space while also passing through time. Fascinating.
Ooh I can feel this sentence!
March, 1349
The stench of rotten meat heralded the two men who pushed a rickety cart stacked high with corpses. The rhythmic squeak of the death cart's wheels interrupted London's silent midnight. Nearly all of the bodies bore the telltale black rings encircling swollen, red lumps on their necks and armpits, others had blood caked at the corners of their mouths.
William sat in his kitchen and gazed through the broken wooden shutter to the street below. The chill o. . .
March, 1349
The stench of rotten meat heralded the two men who pushed a rickety cart stacked high with corpses. The rhythmic squeak of the death cart's wheels interrupted London's silent midnight. Nearly all of the bodies bore the telltale black rings encircling swollen, red lumps on their necks and armpits, others had blood caked at the corners of their mouths.
William sat in his kitchen and gazed through the broken wooden shutter to the street below. The chill o. . .
How is he seeing these if