The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The glass beads on my mother’s necklace had not broken, not yet, but the tension in the wire holding them was a scream I could hear in the marrow of my teeth, a high-pitched whine that vibrated through the sterile, humming air of the Department of Longitudinal Care. We were gathered in the central atrium, a space designed to look like a living room but constructed entirely of modular polymer...

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