Greetings to my fellow brothers and sisters,
As some of you may know, I’ve recently been exiled to the edge of the empire. The decree issued by the Emperor took my family by surprise. In our haste, we have lost much of our possessions. Yet, better to lose things than lose our heads.
The days in my new humble abode have been endless repetitive cycles of physical toil and uncomfortable rest. I am not used to the lack of comfort this godforsaken part of the empire so generously provides.
Although my home, and yes, I’ve grudgingly come to see this place as my home, is still in a disarray, I invite you to join me on Good Friday for a simple meal when my parents are away celebrating their savior’s death. A savior who had all but deserted us in our darkest moment of need. I however do not stand for such foolish revelry for a god I cannot see; my merrymaking is reserved for spirits I can indulge to satiety.
Do let me know if you will be able to grace my home with your presence. As I no longer have any servants, and I do especially miss the pretty chambermaids and their succulent breasts, all food will have to be prepared by my own hands. It is a distinctly torturous experience.
Sincerely,
Ian Timothy
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