⛥𝕬𝖒𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖙⛦

"They were a bunch of liars. But it was okay. It was for a good cause." These were the sentences that began the obscure yet acclaimed—acclaimed yet obscure—novel Outerim; the only surviving work of the writer Stanis Todt, after all his other manuscripts burned down in a barn fire on Christmas Eve in 1954. Todt was out of town, visiting his sister, and he had brought his typewriter and that single manuscript along in his luggage. Todt came to believe that that one novel, alone of his writings, had channeled divine inspiration and was fated to be.

Wait it was spelled "Outerim" this whole time? I always thought it was "Outreim."

You know, like "outré"

Must be the Mandarin Effect.