There had been no smoking in Workshop for about 30 years now. No alcohol, no music, no dancing, no sexual activity of any kind and bizarrely no Swiss cheese fondue. Those that would dare to flounce the laws tended to go a bit missing shortly thereafter.
To suggest that people had objected to these strange rules would be to put it lightly. To say that this was, without a doubt, the reason that 100% of the village had moved on to pastures new would be very astute.
Still, Lord Jonah Lincoln preferred it that way.
He never did like people.
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