Everyone has had this dream but me. Everyone. My minsters, the tailors, farmers, tax collectors. All save me. I have now had to pretend twice that I too have dreamt of the same. I have lied in the House of the Lord, and I know not else I could have done.
Perhaps I am the source of all this. Perhaps I've displeased Him and this is my punishment, the suffering of my flock. I do not understand it. I wish to get away from here, from the rain and these cursed nightmares.
Food has run out almost completely, and bread and water are all that remains. The cattle have been butchered for they cannot be fed any longer, and the lords have kept the meat for themselves. I've seen two men die of starvation to make sure their families could see the end of the month. At night, if you listen past the din of the downpour, you can hear the cries of a hundred hungry children.
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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!
