Scribbled letter Letters

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A hastily scribbled letter addressed to Christian of Pisek.

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To the hands of Sir Christian of Pisek, the mint master of the Royal Mint at the Italian Court.

If you’re reading these lines, know that I’m long out of town. I know you, you sycophant, have had your eye on my position for a long time. It’s yours, you lined rat! I wish it to you with all my heart! And I’m almost sorry I won’t see your face when you find out where I left you the key!
The only thing left is to wish you to enjoy your new title with honour, it won’t last long anyway.

Let the Italian Court sink into the ground, the City Council choke on the monastery wine, the secret enterprise be revealed, and you and your brother hang from the same beam.
P.S. Fuck you, fuck the key, fuck everything!