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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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"Old Friends" by herdygerdy
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. Her movements were deliberate, but rushed. She did not wish to be caught here, of all places. Too many people. Too many chances for everything to go wrong. She crossed the bridge and made her way up the hill to the graveyard. Away from the water, the fog began to clear slightly, and the fear of the night drew back slightly. Not so far from here, and not so long ago, she had plotted terrible things. The touch of the headstones brought back delightful memories.

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Dusk began to fill the evening air, as Haunted Woods enveloped in the dark shadow of night, making the atmosphere more creepy and dangerous than it had previously been before the sun began to set. collab with tarons

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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.

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So that’s how we ended up here, Defender.” Harker leaned back in his chair and stretched his sore neck. It popped audibly, and the Wocky across the table made a face at the sound.

by tanikagillam

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A grave misunderstanding...
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