March 13th, 1891
Dear Miss Juliana Binns,
I do hope you will forgive my writing to you without having formally made your acquaintance. After your recent feature in Witch Weekly and receiving such an intimate letter from you, I almost feel as though we're now close friends.
The truth, I've found, is often buried under layers, much like an onion. There's what is widely known: the mostly-pleasant words of Meredith Watchword, and then there's what's known by those involved: you, Mr. Lachlan MacFusty, Mrs. Finch, and now myself as well. (A quick aside, I do hope you'll write to him again. I'd hate for him to be lonely in the Hebrides. Dragons, at least, wouldn't be preferable to your company, I imagine he would protest.) Miss Watchword and Mrs. Finch both appear to have loose lips when it comes to the truth, but mine are inclined to stay closed for the time being.
See, I find it very curious that Meredith Watchword has never appeared in Witch Weekly before now. The few details I've managed to find of you describe you as an oddity and an author. And, how strange was it that Miss Watchword seemed to focus on both an otherwise innocent girl and a well publicized scandal rather than the new scandal of your own activities with Mr. MacFusty. Peculiar, indeed.
I'll be in touch.
Miss I
A carefully torn corner of the handkerchief was sealed in the envelope as proof. Her handwriting has been charmed to look different than normal as well.
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