Dear Critic,
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Young misses yet-to-be spinsters, I wonder what the rush is.
Do you not believe in love? Then I recommend you watch the city's lord and lady more closely as that is love and with enough luck with less evil you shall meet yours.
I shall refrain from mentioning names today but if any of you misses trying to hijack a lord away from his wife again, I shall have to describe your annoying hazel eyes, hats won't cover it.
And where are my invitations? You do not have to seek me, if you wish for me I shall be there.
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Yours Ever Present.
Muckraker.
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Travelers.
Border, Critic-Ishire.
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As the royal carriage rumbled along the forested path, its occupants unaware of the impending danger, tension brewed in the air like a gathering storm.
