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Stories by 135maya
moonrise bakery
Every night from midnight to 4 a.m., a tiny bakery on the edge of Harbor Street opens its doors. To most, it'...
the missing reflection
Your reflection doesn't move with you anymore. It lags... then starts doing things you aren't doing.
the day the sea remembers
Once a year, when the moon turns crimson, exactly at that moment, an island rises from the depths of the ocea...