Newspapers were interesting things.

Proclaiming to write objectively and claiming to report only the truth, snaps of fiction always drifted into them.

Kaito would appreciate the liberties taken a lot more if fiction were not far too dangerous.

He was far too good to to let the truth be captured for ink on paper, but if it was fiction, there was nothing he do to prevent it from being printed.

Not that he didn't love imagination; as a magician imagination was half his life, but the problem was that even if there were no facts, fiction had the potential to hit close to the truth.

Truth equaled danger.

International Criminal 1412 scowled at the headline.

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