Disposetown learns a valuable lesson

 Every Spring when the thick layer of snow thawed over they discovered bones and remains all over the limits, in the forests, by the rivers. They considered it a warning from the gods, the bodies of sinners and rulebreakers who the heavens had thrown into the village to remind them not to stray from the path of purity and religiosity. Pay your tithes, the temples reminded them every week, or else you might end up like one of them poor souls.

The village was the most committed unchanging place in the region by far. They had fear instilled deep into them by those bodies, there was no way they would do anything to break the rules.

And yet, even for a village that lived by the rules to the point of absurdity, strange things happened. Strange things that are not worth pondering over because this is a respected company and such things are not discussed in respected company. Not because the strange things are themselves shameful, but because the implication of total moral corruption and nihilism on part of those they were supposed to be respecting the most was so overwhelming, they didn't want to even consider what lay beyond. Lore went from family to family, friends to friends, children to children. It got to the levels of myth. In their hearts the people of the villages were the most cynical people to have existed for a very long distance, for if the chosen ones of the gods, the ones the gods so clearly favored with their ultimate might were so ruthlessly disgusting, what chance did the rest of the world have.

Then the news began coming in. The stories about the murderers of the nearby cities and towns, the whole band of them, who would attack caravans of merchants and travelers, loot them and throw their bodies by this strange town where nobody ever questioned the appearance of dead bodies. Authorities from those places came by to discuss matters with the heads of the town. Investigations happened. And it got clear that the bodies weren't those of the sinners but unfortunate souls who had been caught in the trap of truly evil people.

It was never discussed in public, not even among close friends. But the villagers started adding things up. If the bodies weren't those of sinners but of unfortunate ones, perhaps then....Perhaps there is no higher order, but only order of the man, as the human proposes, the human disposes. .Nobody had the courage to say it out loud, for the temples were strong, speaking against them would earn one their instant wrath. Until suddenly one day, somehow something happened, again, things reached to a breaking point.

The next Spring the townspeople discovered several bodies under the thawing snow again. Except this time the bodies were of those who were known. They burned those with not much fanfare, padlocked the temples, and lived happily ever after.