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the shape of the father

Milly has a son whose eyes are gray and has wiry black hair. He looks nothing like the man he calls “Father.” Occasionally people in their village whisper behind their hands at this–their other children are blond and tawny and … Continue reading

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No Luck

Rem dreamed of a world that was green, that’d be lush and beautiful as the holodeck simulations aboard the ship. Rem dreamed of a world where there were flowers, and not just the red ones — some were yellow, like … Continue reading

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