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The Pact

Dogs bark and urgent footsteps approach just as Arpine lowers himself down into the hidden tunnel of the old mansion.  “What the fuck...

 
 
 
The Enduring Sin

No one cared about the cold and fog that came in that night. It was the dead of winter and fog often drifted down from the lighthouse,...

 
 
 
Once

Are you there? Once, my fingers curled around chunks of grass, ripping them from the ground,  throwing them carelessly in the air— the...

 
 
 

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Grapeshot acknowledges the traditional owners of the Wallumattagal land that we produce and distribute the magazine on, both past and present. It is through their traditional practices and ongoing support and nourishment of the land that we are able to operate. 

Always Was, Always Will Be 

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