I Swear I'm Not A Dark Lord!

Dear Father

We've discovered a partial solution for my curse, and that's to wear a mask. It's eccentric, but it lets me meet people in a limited way. The curse still gets to people if they're around it for too long, but I'm okay in measured amounts.

I have even made a friend. He blusters a lot, and he mostly comes around for sparring practice, but it works. He's a recruit from Midway, with family in Mourne. He's not much of a reader, though. Alas! Nobody is perfect.

Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

I've been taking lessons from Curator Jane, learning how the township works. I'm sure she sends you regular reports about Mourne, so I won't bore you with what I've learned on the subject. I doubt anybody wants a cursed legate, but what I'm learning should be useful somewhere.

Please say hello to everyone for me, and stay safe.

Bilius