plague
karasu
it
was
1918
two
decades
into
the
brave
new
century
he
sat
with
his
friends
as
they
drank
and
played
cards
on
a
saturday
night
.
they
were
lucky
,
or
so
they
thought
.
down
at
the
army
post
on
the
outskirts
of
town
they
were
carting
the
dead
out
at
a
rate
of
nearly
three
hundred
a
week
this
place
was
the
last
stop
of
the
spanish
influenza,
across
the
world
,
some
twenty
million
lives
had
been
cut
short
and
the
fates
had
been
tirelessly trimming
them
from
the
tapestry
he
dealt
the
boys
another
hand
of
cards
and
pulled
from
the
beer
he
had
in
the
ice
bucket
just
on
the
edge
of
his
reach
.
The
man
on
his
left
, thick
and
strong
in
spite
of
his
age
took
a
beer
from
the
bucket.
He
retained
the
sharp
eyes
he
had
put
to
good
use
in
their
younger
days
pulling
coach
robberies
and
the
occasional
train
heist whn
the
money
was
right
equally
strong
,
but
a
bit
rheumy-eyed
on
the
right
,
his
brother
sat
cleaning
the
thick spectacles, layng
his
cards
face
down
on
the
table
as
he
did
.
across
the
table
was
the
one
they
called
"
kid
"
even
though
he
was
already
in
his
late
forties.
he
ws
a
pussycat
after
a
few
drinks,
but
if
there
was
a
job
at
hand
,
he
was
crazier
than
a
shithouse
rat
and
twice
as
nasty.
But
that
all
changed
on
that
crazy
afternoon
when
they
were
still
fairly
young
men
and
the
kid
was
indeed
a
kid
the
tall
and
gaunt
old
man
dealing
the
cards
felt
a
cough
coming
on
.
his
throat
rasped.
he
knew
it
would
be
soon
.
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