And on the seventh day…

by 3arn0wl

Geoff Miller and his wife Ella have been busy.

In eager anticipation of Lammas Day, their windmill in Upper Snodding has received a full service, and the grain store has been completely emptied and cleansed.

Going on past years, the altar of the Hallowed Prostitute, Little Sniffy, is likely to be groaning under the mass of bread left in gratitude of another bountiful harvest.

“We’ve been at it non-stop all week,” confided Ella. “Those farmers keep coming with their loads.”

And they’re likely to be at it for a while longer, judging by the wheat fields this year.

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