The rain has carried on now for two score days. The fields are left to the elements, drowning. The streets are now slush and carriages dare not come this way. The tax collectors sent word to say they would collect in the province later. The tithe vault has been opened, the lords have taken nine-tenths of the grain and left the rest for the peasants. The world has fallen so far in a month.
Skies like stone, oh how I wish they could part for the sun just once.
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I found the journal of a Church pastor from the 1200s. The Pied Piper is real.
Short StoryA reddit story written by u/potato_on_puberty about a very interesting take on the Pied Piper, a famous story based in Hamelin, Germany. I hope you enjoy!
