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	A Relic of the Past A rocky purchase... by _brainchild_
	Neovian Gothic it's prime real estate! by charybdis7
	The Unique Gothic Way Gothic style also by Neschulz by sthephanie
	A grave misunderstanding... Nothing better than making new friends!Art by ciarza, story by riss_chan by ciarza
	It's Probably Just a Phase There's always a balance between light and dark... by lucycat123
	Neovian Gothic: Edge Edition Goth...ic?Art by tifnkittygrundler by kaddisti
	Random Oddness: Neovian Gothic The crumpetmonger's happy accident. by mistyqee
	T3h Praedius Praedius meets the new guy. by arttimo

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"Moquotamorphosis" by graevyard
Night paired eternally over Neovia. The fog hid the trees from far away. It was a strange winter. Most Nenovians stayed inside their homes, waiting for the season to be over. In a single house at the edge of the cobblestone road was a small balcony, with a single being on it. Fansa Green looked through his telescope, observing Kreludor and the stars. Barely any poked through the thick veil of the late season. The Sleeper could barely be seen, her faint glimmer being accompanied by other smaller, nameless stars. Fansa scribbled the astronomical data on his notepad in snippets only he really understood.

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Old Friends
The figure did not linger in the streets of Neovia, as the thick night fog curled around her dark robe. She was bundled up tight against the night air, a hood hiding much of her face.

by herdygerdy

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Those Who Live In Neovia
Kenny knew there were stories about that place. These stories were vague, but they existed nonetheless.

by dinduidindo

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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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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_

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Thompkens Jenkins
Once on the morn of a grizzly, drizzly, goose-pimpled day in Neovia, a baby was wrapped in a blanket and laid tenderly down in a very unorthodox place to leave a baby.

by dewdropzz

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The River that Flows Eternal
"Tylix! Tylix! Wake up!" The young Kacheek sat up with a start.

by movie138music

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