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REMINDER

There are only ten – that’s right 10 days! – left to vote on the submissions for “The Sky Is Falling” Sycophant Hex anonymous festival.

All of these stories are complete, and we have had some absolutely stunning submissions.
They are all pre- Deathly Hallows, so there are no spoilers.

There are four categories to vote in:

Story that best fits the prompt(s) the author chose to write about.
Story that best fits the archive it was written for.
Best story overall.
And finally, the guess that author.

Please, take some time to read all of the wonderful submissions we’ve had and then to vote, please go to this livejournal post:

http://community.livejournal.com/sycophant_hex/59479.html#cutid1

All the instructions are in this livejournal post.

Thank you,
Celisnebula

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