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	The Neovian Printing Press's Gothic Selection Neovian Gothic. A term that sounds specific but the actual definition is ambiguous. by pikachu315111
	Writing a Gothic Story: Just Add Monocles! This daring duo will teach you all the ways to write the best gothic story.in collaboration with parody_ham by june_scarlet
	Neopian Nibbles: The Best of Neovia's Crumpetmonger Ah, Neovia, an eerily quiet town home to a peculiar yet charming folk. Strolling through the cobblestone streets it is readily apparent that there is a rich history here.collab with ciarza by riss_chan
	Neovian Gothic Special: Tour de Neovia Greetings, readers! I am Alabaster Chesterdrawers, proud proprietor of the antique shop in the town of Neovia. Collab with larkspurlane by _razcalz_
	The Flower Language of Neovia Flower Language is not a means of communication widely seen outside of Neovia - sure, here and there you might find a land that attaches some meaning to a specific plant, but nothing to this extent. by mollyscribbles

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Writing a Gothic Story: Just Add Monocles!

It was a dark and stormy night… Two authors, one, a fashionista with a flair for the dark side, the other an enthusiastic Zafara with a flair for the silly side. Together they have a flair for the flair-y side. This daring duo will teach you all the ways to write the best gothic story.

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