The procession wove its way through the city’s snaking
streets, swaying with each step. The sonorous chant of the marchers announced
their approach, giving everyone along their route time to bar their doors and
windows. During previous dirge walks, the zealots had grown so frenzied that
they had stormed people’s house and torn them apart searching for the blighted.
The civil guard had tried to break up the marchers early on. But once
sympathies for their activities spread to the constabulary and several
opponents of their activities were brutally assaulted, nothing was done and the
citizenry became silent and afraid.
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