Corsica is a far more dreary place than I expected, but I suspect the storm had a great deal to do with that. No merchants are in sight, just locals bracing against the weather. One of them has provided boundless hospitality, offering up his home to shelter us. He is a butcher who owns a pasture for his own livestock. Cows, pigs, chickens, he has it all. We got accommodations on his land with burlap tents and tick mattresses filled with chicken feathers. The animals served well enough to give us company through the night, too.
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The Mad Pilgrim, or The Adventures of the Valencian Pilgrim's Band
Fiction HistoriqueAn unfortunately named historical document detailing the first exposure to a new breed of bubonic plague. New Chapters Daily until the 4th of September Word Count: 1,632
