/lit/ - Literature

Don't know where to post this, just tell me if you would keep reading

Deacon Salz wakes everyone at the still hour before dawn. As a child, I had adored the dreamlike glow of the sunrise, when the hazy intermingling of day and night rendered either distinction meaningless. Now, the group stirs slowly, hardly registering each other in the sparse moonlight. Just this once, I will concede that camping off the main road has its merits. I hate the prospect of living like refugees in our own land, but the Holy Church has gained some powerful enemies... and not altogether without reason. Although, I was pleased to learn the statists pegged me worth a week's rations. Everyone knows collecting our marks is a fool's errand, unless the statists merely wish to delay the inevitable; in which case, they had better run instead of hoarding meat.