In Philadelphia in 1793, numerous people are struggling to survive, fleeing, and families are breaking apart because of the deadly fever. I wonder through the streets and I see homeless children crying because they are left without parents and clueless of what to do. The smell of rotting coffee fills my nose and I start to gag. I have no family left and my future does not look so bright. I go into the coffee house to see if someone will be willing to help me with my crisis. As I open the door, I…
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