A copy of the Plunder News costs twelve pesos, equivalent to a meager breakfast, or the cheapest dessert in Cross District—the paper can be bought from newsboys on the street, or one can walk a bit further to the newsstand at the end of another street.
Duncan, with a few coins in his bosom, purchased a local newspaper at the newsstand. The middle-aged owner, engrossed in reading, waved his hand to signal self-service after hearing the clink of Duncan's coins in the box, without ever lifting his head.
Duncan peeked at what the other was reading and found it to be an analysis article on a past lottery draw, adorned with colorful lines sketching out all kinds of unrealistic fantasies.
He looked down at the newspaper he had just bought, and the front-page headline was the news he was most interested in:
