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The Young Ones
In the centre of the pub, on your left as you walk to the bar, is a table often chosen by the youngsters. Youths barely old enough to be in the pub, if they are indeed old enough to be in the pub. Well, here they are anyway. Their entire adult life has been this, all their adult life experiences have been in this place, this table in this pub, as outside it is plague. All they have known is plague. They are forbidden touch, they understand their touch is the source of harm. Not to themselves, no, their touch will hurt others. It will kill the old, the weak, the infirmed. Their touch will kill but how can you not touch?
