All the News that's Fit to Print [Solo]

A long night in the Weekly newsroom means Adam's grappling with some yellow journalism and his own reporter's ethics.

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A large forest in Central Anaxas, the once-thriving mostly human town of Dorhaven is recovering from a bombing in 2719 at its edge.

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Sun Apr 28, 2019 2:14 pm


The Weekly Offices • Anaxas/Vienda

On the 1st of Bethas, 2719 • Night
Kingsway Post be damned. Adam shut the paper, grimacing at the headline. They were getting worse, more incendiary. Sooner or later, the idiots who read this trash were going to make more trouble than they had anticipated, and the Resistance would be left to clean up the mess that the gullible had perpetrated.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. They'd have to be accounted for when he published his own paper. He didn't relish the idea of having to convince people who already read over and over how tense the situation was between human and galdor that, yes, it was tense, but not for the reasons the gods-damned Post was claiming.

He'd read a dozen issues of that insipid "Lusts Ensnared" trash before he'd believe a single thing the yellow paper said to be true. Sinking back in the chair, Adam glanced up at the clock on the far wall. 28 o'clock -- two hours to midnight. He still didn't have anything written for the morning paper. Maybe he should go work at the Post, and spend his days making up stories out of whole cloth, instead of adjusting facts so they didn't quite suit the galdori narrative.

There had been a spat in the Kingsway Market. Some galdor had gotten upset that a human merchant didn't have the goods that had been promised. He'd heard of it through the usual street gossip. It had taken two or three Seventen to prevent violence from breaking out. If he were being entirely dispassionate, it was probably the merchant's fault. Silk bolts were expensive, but not particularly hard to produce -- it wasn't as if the galdor had asked for some unrealistic amount of tailoring. But he couldn't afford to be neutral in this case and blame the human for a genuine wrong.

He set a fresh sheet of paper in the carriage, securing it.


Argument Quelled in Kingsway Market: Both Parties Questioned by Seventen.

That was fine. It was the truth; both galdor and human had been asked questions and spent the night cooling their heels and their heads, although he suspected only one of them had actually wound up being in jail during that time. More importantly, it didn't blame his fellow human outright. He'd bury that portion of it.


... reportedly over the lack of production of a bolt of silk. The unfortunate mishap created a rather incensed atmosphere between both parties, and the timely intervention of the Seventen settled what could have been a far more serious crisis.

And none of it was a lie. He kept going, concluding a few paragraphs later:


This reporter hopes that, in future, all concerned will seek alternate arrangements if their hopes of a smooth transaction do not work out. It's worth noting that lives could have been lost over some silk, and such unnecessary drama only ratchets up tensions in the city in which we all live.

At least, when drastic measures needed to be taken, they ought not to be taken over bots of silk or slapdash articles telling lies. There were far more worthwhile reasons to take action. He'd do his best to make sure those important reasons were the only cause.

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