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. . .