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For Writers Who Feel the Pull of the Moon
A creative sanctuary for weird fiction and genre-bending storytellers—especially those building creative lives in the margins
THE RIDES
You continue down the path, marveling at the way the carnival has come alive around you.
Once old and worn down, the Ferris Wheel is now spinning jauntily, and the slide is a rushing rapid. Going here won't give you any new information, but you can take a rest there anyway.
It looks like there's no choice but to go to the merry-go-round now. Hopefully, everything turns out alright.
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