How peculiar. The Tarryford surgeon, Parson, has pulled me aside with the most queer information. I wish he had not approached me as I was settling my dearest wife. He scared me half to death. Apparently, there is a sleeping sickness. Not the first bizarre goings on in this cursed little town. For once, it is not my doing. Six have retired and have yet to awake. One has even died, poor sod, in his sleep while experiencing some sleeping terror. I should check on the widow. Perhaps she has more information on the mysterious passing of her husband.
Kult: +2
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