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 | MoquotamorphosisNight 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.
by graevyard |  | Old FriendsThe 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 |  | Ilere, the haunting of the woodsDusk 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
by devotedly |  | Those Who Live In NeoviaKenny knew there were stories about that place. These stories were vague, but they existed nonetheless.
by dinduidindo |  | The ShadowI’ve been here now for two days, quite alone. I feel that it is imperative I write down an accurate record of what I have witnessed should I meet any unfortunate circumstances.
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"Those Who Live In Neovia" by dinduidindo
Kenny knew there were stories about that place.
These stories were vague, but they existed nonetheless.
Stories of people who had bought the house, only to have something happen to them. What that something was varied from story to story, but in all of them, the house was always put on sale again soon after.
At some point, people just stopped buying it, instead deciding to go to any other place.
Kenny didn’t really believe in those stories.
After all, it was just a house, right? And while ghosts and monsters existed, none of them would bother with a single house for over twenty years.
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 Harker's Story
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.
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