Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

Fiend Strikes Again

A Ghastly Murder on Mott Street

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,

A short while ago I awoke to a terrible pounding upon the door to my manor house. Lydia and the scullery maid were huddled together beside one another in the bed in fear. I could hear Nemesis wailing in the nursery and her nanny attempting in vain to soothe her. I stood and threw on my smoking jacket and took up my…

Her hair was a most peculiar hue, not at all unlike the color of a miner's denim coveralls. How it came to be that color I cannot even begin to fathom. It certainly was a more commonplace chestnut hue when last I saw her. She looked at me nervously from across the table. Heavy bags were beneath her bloodshot eyes.

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To Whom It May Concern,

My Dear Friends,

My Dear Friends,