When I was a small child, I ate a handful of typewriter keys. This unfortunate event turned me into a writer.
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Woolgathering
In Victorian-era Ireland, paranoia and superstition run rampant. An ocean of icy terror is the result.
Automatic Typewriter
Rowan turned her back on her dream of becoming a writer, favoring instead a life of predicability. But her ne...