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Day 1,026

It washed ashore and we called it dead, tentatively called it a whale and waited for it to decompose some more before we could properly dissect it. Nobody thought about the thirty-or-so meters of it that floated in the sea, constantly being washed to pieces and torn at by scavengers. Nobody thought about the consequences of something unknown gradually dissolving into their food supply.

It was almost eight months before we began to see the effects of this and well over two years before we connected the all the dots, all the strange deaths and unusual symptoms back to what we assumed was a rotting whale. The fact that it was an unidentified species wasn't released until almost three hundred and fifty people had died from the exact same condition.

Officially they called it Bream Fever, from the alleged origins in the Black Bream of the Essex coastlines. Unofficially, the bodies of everyone who had died from Bream Fever were being kept away from the public, their stomach lining and blood tested for any material matching the unknown dead leviathanic corpse.

Unofficially matches were found in the form of polyps that almost seemed to resemble eggs.

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