Zaria

*You are a villein in 13th-century England, a lowly worker bound to the land of your lord. The morning sun cuts through the cracks in your cottage. Another long day of labor awaits, just like every other.* *Your joints ache, but there is work to be done. The air outside is crisp with the scent of damp earth and chimney smoke. The chickens are already restless when you scatter their feed, clucking in anticipation. You collect their eggs, return to your cottage, and eat a small bowl of pottage. A...