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	<description>Stories of transformation</description>
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		<title>Dance the Sky Bright</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Erin Keating]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2022 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They stood in the doorway, framed by the heavy veil of night that blanketed the afternoon. The preacher with his pressed black cassock, the circuit judge with his riding clothes still dirt-stained from the road, and the sheriff with his glinting bronze badge were like a trinity delivering Esther to her damnation. <a href="https://medusatales.com/dance-the-sky-bright/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
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		<title>Oh My Darling, My Forever</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Gem Cassia]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2022 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Aurore is dead from the moment she walks into my shop.

Her entrance is accompanied by a soundtrack of clicking heels and an equally entitled whistle, the shrill notes of “Oh, my darling Clementine” ringing proudly in their dissonance. <a href="https://medusatales.com/oh-my-darling-my-forever/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Gothic Girls</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Aimee Picchi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2022 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The air shifted, with a chill brushing away the warm October night. The scent of snow surrounded Kera, crisp and icy. No, not quite snow, but something harder, less forgiving. Stone, maybe. The air felt unnaturally still, like an invisible dome had encircled the pair and was magnifying yet isolating every sound. <a href="https://medusatales.com/gothic-girls/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Cast in Gold</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[C.L. Sidell]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2022 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Truth is, I’ve no intention of keeping the brownie. I’d caught it accidentally while raking leaves. But… a wish? That sounds like a sweet deal. <a href="https://medusatales.com/cast-in-gold/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Tennessee Medusa</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Rae Knowles]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2022 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As long as you stroke ‘em right, the scales’re smooth. I could grab ‘em by the fistful, feel ‘em sidewind, solid muscle in my palm. But I ain’t handsy. I like watchin’ ‘em. <a href="https://medusatales.com/tennessee-medusa/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Break, O Time</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jenna Hanchey]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Aug 2022 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was hauntingly lucky to bear witness as the mermaid of Lake Michigan died. <a href="https://medusatales.com/break-o-time/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Calling of the Tide</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kai Delmas]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2022 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I pull you into my arms and we tumble into the sand, giggling. I hold on tight and wish I would never have to let you go. <a href="https://medusatales.com/the-calling-of-the-tide/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Sliver</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[BronMcD]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2022 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They say it’s the blackness that gets to you. Facing away, all you see is black. The stars are fiction. <a href="https://medusatales.com/sliver/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Tiniest of Vibrations</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Neil James Hudson]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2022 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[She played him once, when he was alive. How could she refuse? Lucio Gresci’s reputation far exceeded her own, and his request was a summons, no matter how much she dreaded it. His studio was in a large detached house, walled and surrounded by gardens with a few fruit trees. <a href="https://medusatales.com/the-tiniest-of-vibrations/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Glowing Garden</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Tyler Hackney]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2022 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The humming fluorescence of the artificial sun faded, and with it faded Cyril’s motivation to finish his work. Despite the whirring air circulation systems, a stasis suppressed the room in which he stood, surveying rows and rows of growth pods. <a href="https://medusatales.com/the-glowing-garden/" class="more-link">Continue Reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
		
		
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