Manuscriptarium of Withering Prose
Welcome to the wing where stories brood, beckon, and sometimes bite. Beneath faded velvet and dim lamplight, drafts dream of publication.
The Manuscriptarium welcomes curious eyes
🕯️But not without notice. Those who wish to peruse its projects must make a formal request, for we require record of every gaze upon them.🕯️
Be warned... the Manuscriptarium is not unoccupied. Spirits dwell among the rows. Should you choose to enter, take an orange—an offering to those spectral residents, in hopes they let you read in peace. 🍊
The doors remain ajar—representation welcomed, rejection withstood. The archives are patient.
This way to the Manuscriptarium of Withering Prose, Curated by Elaine Buckner
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