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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
You found her mouse!
Merryweather rushes out to meet you. "Th-thank you! Oh, I'm s-s-so happy!"
The strange ghost is practically glowing with glee.
When you ask if she is one of Gertrude's friends, she gives a hesitant nod.
"I've b-been h-hiding since that s-strange light." Merryweather hugs the mouse even closer to her chest. "I think D-d-daphne is somewhere i-in the m-m-midway. What? Oh. That's the a-alley of stalls. Just...o-over th-there."
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