Arthur sat at his desk, a stack of old newspapers looming before him, the brittle pages yellowed with age yet teeming with history. His job was simple: roll the tube in the machine and censor everything unpleasant to the community, or give it the stamp of approval.

Town in Turmoil: Scandals Erupt as Corruption Unfolds. "Heavens no," he murmured, blacking it in swarthy ink. Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of irony. History, the essence of life and learning, was being sanitized like an old, chipped piece of furniture, and he was the one wielding the polish.

Whatever the matter, a happy past is a happy society, wash it all away!