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It seemed to her that the light around them had suddenly turned greyish, as if the sun, like a frightened squid, had released ink into the air. Ludmilla shuddered and squeezed Vladislav’s hand.

The Studio —One
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Arpad Nagy
Arpad Nagy

Written by Arpad Nagy

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Shortlisted for 2024 Northwind Writing Award in NF/Fiction. New owner of First Line Fiction. Editor @ The Memoirist, AoE, Book Cafe, Short Place, Kitchen Tales.

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