The heart of Pigletsville was under siege. As Willie assumed his paperboy perch in the center of town, the atmosphere around him grew dense with an unspoken malignancy. Fellow piglets, once eager for his friendship and his quiet wisdom, now seemed distant. They no longer sought his anchoring presence; they were adrift in the sea of misinformation. They were buying into the falsities strewn across the Deep Pen-controlled papers, believing every word that twisted reality into an incomprehensible knot.
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