Riddle 122

 

In shadows deep, where secrets lie,

With ink and quill, I do ply.

My words, like arrows, pierce the night,

Unraveling truths, revealing plight.

A seeker of tales, I roam the land,

In quest of stories, I make my stand.

From whispered rumors to bold defiance,

I capture essence with relentless reliance.

Yet cloaked in mystery, I often tread,

My identity veiled, like words unsaid.

A master of prose, a chronicler of strife,

To solve this riddle, seek the truth of life.

What am I, elusive yet persistent?

In realms of knowledge, I am consistent.

Choose wisely, let your intuition guide, 

For in this riddle, truths abide.

Click on the correct answer. 

Journalist

Detective

Historian

Poet

Spy

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