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Underneath the title: <span class="mu-i">July 25th, 1884.</span>
Enormous letters littered the front page in various sizings.
Above it all: <span class="mu-s">SACRAMENTO REMAINS IN TURMOIL</span>
<span class="mu-s">RAILROAD NETWORKS REMAIN DAMAGED, TELEGRAPH LINES UNAFFECTED.</span>
In smaller letters underneath this: <span class="mu-i">Crocker refuses comment, not seen Publicly since Early Morn.</span>
You glanced at the start of the article. <span class="mu-i">"East and West are Separated once more by the failures of Southern Pacific..."</span>
<span class="mu-s">COUNTRY-WIDE PANIC AS AUTHORITIES OVERWHELMED</span>
Almost an entire page was dedicated to headlines alone.
You continued.
New York City was blocked off from the rest of the world. Nobody could get in or out save for newspeople bringing and sending mail. People allying themselves with what the paper called "demonic intruders" had overtaken the government and total chaos had already led to two pages worth of obituaries when it began.
Various stories of "on-the-ground State Militia" soldiers struggling against rising classes of radical independents and business-backed armies littered the paper, with most emphasis given to the brave troops in Sacramento keeping things so calm that the story was immediately followed by an entire page worth of ads.
<span class="mu-i">Expunge a demon today! Selling Anti-Demon Armories, visit 715 J Street...</span>
<span class="mu-s">JESUS CRIES AS GOOD MEN ABANDON HIM. Newest Testament Available on 718 Oak Avenue, around Corner. Satanists Need Not Enter...</span>
Reports of a political cartoon driving people to madness, attacking the demons. The writer seemed unable to settle on whether these people were delusional and violent or worth listening to.
You tossed the paper aside when it began talking about Finnish Witchcraft, your brain pounding like an overworked heart. Mary wasted no time in chewing the paper to bits for you.
A heavy sigh left you as your head slid into your hands and your forehead followed onto the sheriff's desk. A knock on the door almost made your heart skip a beat.
