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Ample Remains is a quarterly literary journal fixated on the things that remain and live within us. We want the work inspired from the thoughts that refuse to withdraw from the creases of your brain until you translate them into something legible. We publish poetry and prose with an average response time of around two weeks.
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Not all games shout. Some whisper. Some mimic the quiet rhythm of waiting for the right moment. In play Aviator, there are no dragons, no epic loot, no chaotic blinking lights. Just a single rising curve, and the silence before you click. Perhaps it's not even a game in the traditional sense. Perhaps it's a mirror. Of patience. Of greed. Of instinct. You don’t win it. You outwait it. |