The Wistful Letter
Chapter One Yiannis Tsakiris had not slept in three days, a fact that made the vibration of the maintenance airlock feel less like machinery and more like a migraine spreading through his teeth. He stood in the dim, humid corridor of the refugee quarter, his hands wrapped around a voting token of a defunct colony, the plastic worn smooth by years of anxious thumbing, while the dusting outside...
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