Once mama was hung, father made me wear a mask for fear of another hanging. Even with the mask it is dangerous and I do not dare go out on a regular basis for fear of a stray rock flying in my direction along with a shout of “beastly skiala leave us! As I open the door a blast of freezing air hits me and I can feel my frozen breath coming back at me in the mask. It's dead winter, as well as tax collecting day. The manor on the hill each year decides to deprive us of our supplies just when we need them. If something is scarce they must obtain the lot of it. I must take the long trek to the silo that contains all our years earnings. In total, about 1000lbs of rice is not a lot compared to the tens of thousands we used to make when we could afford help. About 100lbs go to the church and manor each, each year as our rent. However only about 500 get sold and the other 300 consumed by us as fast as possible or dried for next year's sale at half price.  We've only sold 50lbs so far and that was to a traveler who knew not of my family's slander. Packed against the silo door so heavy you'd think it'd survived a nuclear war were bags and bags of rice about twice my weight. I regularly lug these sacks the ½ a mile walk to the village and back. My father already has a hunch back at the age of 30 and my brother barely escaped this back bending work. Truthfully though, I'm not well fed so my weight is not immense. I weigh in at a whopping 100lbs. However I am compensated for this because my father pays me a penny and sometimes I'll work odd jobs for those who are not as disgusted by me. Today I'm to be bent over a wash board scrubbing Mrs Pirkis, the richest person in town, pink frilly undergarments. Even her washboard is edged with gilding. 3 years ago in our worst year yet I made the mistake of scraping off some of the gilding to sell. I came staggering home whip marks on my back and no pay that day nor gold.  Mrs Pirkis however pays me more an hour for a good job than father does in a month. One silver sliver to be exact worth more than 50 pennies. Though my father thinks I only earn 30 pennies. I feel bad lying to him but on the 16th of March I have only one year left in which I can undergo the ritual. However it increases in price each year right now I will have to pay 50,000 pennies. under my bed i have 49980 one day. It is a steep price to get cut. The ritual  is just too dramatic to be real: First you get cut with a hollow knife that once is filled up  halfway is filled fully by water then chanting while they mix. Next they bring in a stone statue of our ¨god¨ Myronaius II the founder and savior of our civilization blah blah blah more chanting. They insert the knife into the head and more chanting ensues as the blood drips out of the small openings near his eyes making it look like his tears. They fill a small vial with the first tear and give it to me to let everyone know I'm cleansed and guess what more chanting. But the funny thing is I've never wanted something more in my life.

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