My realm seems on the edge these days. No one is right in the head any more. In fact, the poor devils in the insane asylums are more sane than the rest of us or so it would seem. I sense a nervous fear is spreading into every heart that lets down its guard. People don't feel safe unless there are soldiers around, and yet, we live in a city with grand walls and impenetrable gates. Nothing and no one could get in here to harm them.
No, I do not think they fear weapons of cold steel. It is an invisible evil they fear, something that attacks the mind. It is as if a dark rain cloud has decided to settle over this realm and refuses to be moved.
I sent some of my spies into the city. They came back with reports of whispers - rumors. Some people think I am not doing all that I can to protect the realm from this evil. But I ask, what can I do against something I cannot see? I do not yet even know what I should be fighting against. Nevertheless there are still trouble makers. I hope this will not lead to rebellion and mutiny should they seek to uproot me, but I am preparing for the worst.
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