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To my friend and confidant Johnathan Burr,
I am writing this to you in the strictest confidence, which i hold in you my friend, concerning the rumors which have circulated among our brethren and colleagues about Micah Dahl Anderson. My fingers tremble across the keypad presently while I will quickly unfold to you what I have learned to be the truth, that is to say I have learned those rumors are in fact not entirely unfounded. Think of it John, my friend, of all we have seen him do and create how else could any other explanation work or fit pieces together but what is the frighteningly obvious? I know what he is, the creature, the demon he is, or has become. And this I swear; that I will expose him to the world, in due time, that all may gaze upon him unmasked as he withers to dust in the unbearable sun.
Until that day please share this with no one, as it will only add to the fallibility of the idea he has sold his soul to Beelzebub, and delves in witchcraft, with which evils he employs to aid his craft. But swiftly I close. For I feel his icy gaze upon me even now. So to you, my brother, I share his secret. Guard it well for now, and soon, together, we will destroy him.
Your ever faithful companion.
Linus Starcatter
p.s. You know who I'm talking about right? He composes music for film, and other kinds of media... sold his soul!
