Dear Critic.
I do not bring stories from other cities much but orphans are flooding the streets of dearest Critic Arley from a city I shall not mention, I implore the people of power to see to this matter that is rising.
I would like to skip this topic but Viscount Victore shall not glare me down. 'Your wife is the prettiest of them all my lord, you are one lucky scoundrel'
We all know the emperor has turned the Statham house into his playhouse now. He has managed to make a round with all of the girls of the Statham. Perhaps the last one is soon to be taken. Do not be too curious though, A certain Hound hers eyes for her.
Yours wholesomely,
Muckraker.
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Evening.
Statham Estate.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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