I was summoned to a late night excursion to the Burlingston Pier by the mysterious Miro. I was overwhelmed by the news that was delivered to me by this character. I did not see the face of Miro, he forced me to keep at least twenty feet away from him at all times, and he was wearing a Guy Fawkes mask, very similar to the one I keep by my desk at all times.
He told me vaguely that there was some sort of conspiracy being perpetrated upon the American public, and that I was the only one who could uncover the details. I am his Woodward and he is my deep throat. He told me that the answers I was looking for could only be found in Mountpillar and that I would likely be drawn into a whirlwind adventure of intrigue and deceit like nothing I have ever been on before.
The details of the conspiracy are as follows:
-In Mountpillar there are backroom dealings that are insidious. They consist of high-level politicians and local businesses pulling the wool over our eyes.
-Perhaps these dealings are not only in Mountpillar, but reach the upper echelon of our legislative system in this country, and there is the possibility that these things break into the executive. Miro made claims that Joe Biden could be involved in some way.
The path forward is clear. I must go to Mountpillar and begin my investigation.
Your P.A.L.
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