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He told me he was a type of Latin called a Frank, and that he had sworn his life to the Knights Hospitaller, and within them, to the Order of St. Lazarus.
I noticed he did not eat or drink anything, and that when the wind died away, he had a faint, unpleasant smell of rotten sweetness.
“The Order of Saint Lazarus…” I began.
“Indeed,” he said. “It is composed of lepers.”
--Written by Alexander Saxton.
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He told me he was a type of Latin called a Frank, and that he had sworn his life to the Knights Hospitaller, and within them, to the Order of St. Lazarus.
I noticed he did not eat or drink anything, and that when the wind died away, he had a faint, unpleasant smell of rotten sweetness.
“The Order of Saint Lazarus…” I began.
“Indeed,” he said. “It is composed of lepers.”
--Written by Alexander Saxton.
Support The Wrong Station by subscribing at www.patreon.com/thewrongstation.
The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w.
Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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