What is this?

The Dead Horse Press does not exist. I repeat to you, The Dead Horse Press is an aberration of your memory, a dream you remember as if it happened. There is no horse-skulled lady with a bright smile hand-copying books in the basement of the abandoned industrial building near your apartment. There is certainly no cohort of twenties-something queers working for her, glad for any job in this punishing economy. They’re certainly not being paid with gold coins she pulls out of a large hole in the ground, cackling delightedly all the while, her teeth clattering a horrible symphony. And since all of this is just a weird dream you had, there is no need to report the gold coins to the IRS.

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