Deep Space Echo - V2: The Long Goodbye (Literary Melancholy)
ACT I: THE SIGNAL Arthur Pendleton drank his tea at exactly four in the afternoon, every afternoon, and the tea was always, without exception, too cold. This was not because he forgot to drink it—indeed, there were days when he sat with the cup in his hand for hours, turning it slowly, feeling the ceramic warm against his palm, watching the steam die and then continuing to hold it anyway, as...
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