Editorials
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Why We Are Blessed to Live Beneath the Crown
The monarch is not elected to please, nor appointed to profit, but bound by sacred oath to govern in justice and mercy. There is no re-election to scheme for, no donor to flatter, no lobby to appease. There is only the solemn promise to reign well and die remembered as a steward of the nation’s soul.Continue Reading
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THE AUTOMATON MENACE: OR, THE MECHANICAL SCRIBBLER THAT WILL UNDO CIVILISATION
We stand, dear readers, upon the brink of an age where thought itself may be ground out by wheels and pulleys. Where the sacred intercourse between mind and quill — that delicate dance of intellect and ink — will be replaced by a cold, relentless machine, scratching letters it neither understands nor feels. What blasphemy is this, that a mechanism of brass and wire should presume to think, to compose, to write!?Continue Reading
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Let’s Not Be New Yorkie
New Yorkie, once a vibrant town with markets on the quay and a civic life that held its neighbours close, it has lately become a cautionary tale: rising violent crime, a housing market that eats savings, an influx of illegal aliens causing rapid demographic shifts and erosion of the tax base, and now the prospect of electing the most radical mayor in history, whose platform promises sweeping, untested reforms.Continue Reading
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Governing Our Tongues: Public Speech, Responsibility, and Repair
Words in public office are not casual ornaments; they are tools that can wound or weld. When officials speak carelessly, the harm is twofold: those offended are injured, and public faith in leadership is diminished. Repair requires more than apology; it requires a practised regimen of humility, training, and restorative action.Continue Reading
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Trust and Treasure: Restoring Public Confidence After the Museum Theft
The theft of a prized aureal from the Royal Museum of History & Antiquities was not merely the loss of a coin; it was a breach of a covenant. Museums are more than glass and gilt; they are repositories of shared memory. When trust in those repositories falters, the entire civic compact is frayed.Continue Reading
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The Folly of Machine-Made Words
The defenders of this mechanization say it is “efficient.” They forget that efficiency is no virtue when it tramples truth. For words are not mere tools; they are the blood of man’s thought, the fabric of his dignity. When entrusted to machines, they become counterfeit currency, hollow tokens that neither illuminate nor inspire.Continue Reading
Letters to the Editor
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Herringbone Dispute Must Be Resolved
The Herringbone dispute has been treated as if it were a quarrel between empires, when in truth it is a question of a light on a rock and the man who tends it. Mr. Elias Rudge keeps a lantern burning through winter gales; he asks neither flags nor footmen, only a modest assurance that his work will be recognized and his supply runs maintained.Continue Reading
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Iron Row Arson
Iron Row’s ruins smell of more than smoke; they smell of lost livelihood and missed opportunity. The fires reduced forges to bones, but they did not burn the skill or the pride of our smiths and joiners. Councils may talk of “redevelopment” with numbers and plans, but a town is not merely a ledger—it is an apprenticeship, a line of trade handed from palm to palm.Continue Reading
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Uproar at Byzantara
The uproar at Byzantara over a few foolish souvenir matches should teach us a modest lesson in prudence and preparation. Pilgrims travel with hearts full of devotion and pockets full of curios; sometimes they bring ignorance with their good intentionsContinue Reading
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The Menace of the High Wheel
Just last Fourthday, I was nearly upended outside the apothecary by a fellow shouting “Look out below!” as he teetered past like an unbalanced weathervane. A pie cart was overturned. A child screamed. A goose took flight.Continue Reading
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A Candidate With Both Feet on the Ground
From Mr. Rowan Bellamy, Goose Hollow To the Esteemed People of Flagon Row, Tuppence Lane, and all lanes besides,Allow me to announce my candidacy for the position of Village Manager for the coming season. I make no promises of glory, fanfare, or ornamental fountains—but I do make one ironclad vow:Continue Reading
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The Library Is Not a Bank Vault!
Submitted anonymously, via parchment slipped beneath the newsroom door Sir,It is long past time we open our eyes to the scandal quietly rotting at the heart of our most cherished institution: the so-called “non-profit” vendor running our Royal Library. For decades, it has received a steady torrent of public coin—gleanedContinue Reading