A tale as old as time: I first came across Claire Hopple’s fiction in a slush pile. I remember my foot tapping on the carpet in my old apartment as I read her story, “Talisman,” about a woman following another woman.
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A tale as old as time: I first came across Claire Hopple’s fiction in a slush pile. I remember my foot tapping on the carpet in my old apartment as I read her story, “Talisman,” about a woman following another woman.
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