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Dearest Nyctea,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. While we departed on less than amicable terms previously, it would wound me greatly to know you are in hardship. Rather, I pray that our time apart has proven as fruitful for you as it has myself. Although, knowing your temperament and propensity for stoking the fires of a narrative, it would be a surprise if no tragedy, big or small, had gripped you these past years.
In either case, I write not simply to reminisce on a life apart but rather to invite you back into my own. These past months I have devised a new technique to fulfill our nature, one that does not invite the risk of the traditional method. Rather than the massive catalysts used to pull stories out of everyday people, I have created a beacon used to attract those in the midst of a potent natural story. Unlike the large fixtures of yesteryear, this beacon is built mobile and without any capacity for karmic backlash.
I have named this beacon The Plot Device and have fashioned it out of a bar from my memories. While I am sure you will find its scale unimpressive and operation boring, I believe it is right for me and I have taken great pains to ensure its longevity. Its construction is a malleable sort, able to rearrange itself to fit into any alleyway and for any form from luau to tavern to club. In addition, as I know it will entice you to a visit, Oshiro has taken station as chef.
It is my hope that within the oncoming months you will find the time to make a visit. You are always welcome as a guest. Failing that, I miss our old tradition of exchanging stories over moonless nights. If you are willing, I wish to correspond with such again. I understand we can not continue as we were, but we need not be strangers.
Regards, Someone
P.S.
The paper that this was delivered on has a tragic soul. I will leave it as your discretion on what its final fate shall be, however knowing you I should guess that it has already been given the legs needed to run. Enjoy the hunt, my friend.