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August 9, 2010

Sister XIV by *LunaticStar is at once tender and sweeping, visionary and intimate.

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Published: Feb 9, 2010

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LateNightLady

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Would you be at all interested in allowing Divertir Publishing to include this story with our sci-fi anthology?

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