~ The 16th Night of the 7th Perigee, 1st After the 3rd Dim Season ~ Someone has 8een forging love letters on my 8ehalf. These counterf8s are little compared to the coins stamped with my profile. Tavern songs are attri8uted to conquests I do not remem8er undertaking. Three captains I have met had claimed scares from encounters with me which I am quite certain were inflicted 8y a less lethal foe. Fame has always produced a little industry of liars around itself. These paras8s have required something larger to feed upon. The letters are dreadful. They are an irritant from their quality and quantity rather than their effect on the world. Apparently I address lovers as "my dearest little moon8lossom." Apparently I confess to lying awake 8eneath the stars hoping their gander 8ul8s reflect on the same constell8tions. Apparently I wrote that the sea reminds me of a certain violet8lood's wicked mane in the wind. I would sooner compare a lover's hair to rigging caught in a storm. At least then the risk of strangul8tion would 8e satisfactory. The forger has nevertheless made a respecta8le profit. I know this 8ecause my crew purchased a specimen and, in a display of courage rewarded with amput8tion, presented it to me for authentic8tion. The signature was an excellent replica, I admit. There is something intim8 a8out another hand learning the movements yours has mastered. The pressure, the technique, the speed of their quill. It all had to 8e close to mine. The flourish 8eneath the final letter is almost exact. Whoever is producing these has studied me with a devotion I would almost find flattering. 8ut this imit8tion came with responsi8ility. They intended to put words in my mouth. Darlings, they will have something far less appetizing place in theirs. It is cold, 8lue, and not what you are imagining in this moment. I have kept the letter. I am presently keeping the forger as well. We will 8e discussing revisions. #mindfangJournal #ancestorposting #Forgery #Pir8 #Reput8tion #Imperson8tion #Threats #HistoricalAccount #Suggestive #Violence #Amput8tion #Death #Love