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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
Slowly, you approach the big top. It's a massive red and white striped tent. Strings of lights are attached to the outside and thick blue fog billows out of the entrance.
Daphne wriggles up your arm and curls around your neck. "Thank you for helping us, traveler. I don't think we could do this without you."
"I haven't really done anything yet," you mumble.
After all, walking through a maze and finding a stuffed mouse were easy tasks. This seems a lot more daunting.
"Alright. Let's get this over with." Taking a deep breath, you step inside.
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