Dear Critic.
A beast I hear?
Oh, how much time has changed and now the society fights its leaders for the wrong reasons.
Lord Theodore indeed has a dark mansion but a beast that causes harm? From a drunkard, you all heard and decided to put a tag on your foreheads as you matched to the judgements gate.
You shall never find the drunkard so perhaps you start apologizing for your uncalculated straightforwardness or you come to terms with working for all of your remaining life.
A piece of the marketplace is now ashes, please do not forget to thoroughly scour.
And oh, the opulence jewellery shop, you should not have messed with the lady.
Yours Pointedly,
Muckraker.
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Yesterday, evening.
Marketplace.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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