Buy Me a CoffeeThe elderly who had none to care for them in this village were more than cast out. They were set at the edge of a village in a little hut that had naught but a couple thin, rough beds a couple flagons of water, stale bread, and little else. The Disappearing Hut, because the elderly always seemed to vanish from it.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04507-l123-low-made-high -- Anon Guest
Word came to Pine Hills that there was a realm where the Lord sponsored the infirm and elderly. Including reserving some of his budget for public caregivers to look after the health and welfare of those who could not look after themselves. To Rein, it felt like a nursery tale. Something made up for people to daydream about.
Rein's local Lord was not like that made-up daydream Lord. He had the opinion that the weak deserved to perish and the strong had to live by the sweat of their collective brows. Children were only exempt because of their potential to be useful. And if one of the strong became weak? The Vanishing House.
A house outside the walls of the city-state, where the lord kept a week's worth of rations, a small cluster of bunk beds, and the barest minimum of blankets or firewood. The tax money for the House was a lot cheaper than a host of pensions, he argued.
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