October 31, 1517

The winds of autumn were upon them, hurling straggling leaves as well as the scarves and cloaks of those upon the path. But the wind did not daunt them. No, it was a special day. They held their coats and hats tightly around themselves and pressed onward, the wind following them all the way to their destination up the steps and to the door. The large and strong Castle Church of Wittenberg would be a warm and inviting place inside. But what was this upon the door? A sign of some sort. Signs...