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(The bulletin board is cracked and textured, tonight, reddish, like someone soaked it with blood and now the saturation has caused it to peel. Amid the dessicated writings of the Landels patients from earlier in the day, there is a message there large enough to be seen by anyone who walks by and covering most of the bulletin board. It is not signed.)
"they took the king and queen one night and put them under the water. so where now is the little princesse? waiting to be led to the slaughter. all i want is what i have coming to me, all i want is my fair share. shes all alone out here. where are the men and the torches and the brands? burn the witch, burn the witch. but sink her with stones first. just to make sure. where is she? where did her parents go to drown? where does she stand on the edge with weights on her feet?"
"they took the king and queen one night and put them under the water. so where now is the little princesse? waiting to be led to the slaughter. all i want is what i have coming to me, all i want is my fair share. shes all alone out here. where are the men and the torches and the brands? burn the witch, burn the witch. but sink her with stones first. just to make sure. where is she? where did her parents go to drown? where does she stand on the edge with weights on her feet?"