The yellow bar appeared in the corner of my wall-screen three days before midnight. Just a thin line at first, easy to ignore while I was trimming the hydroponic lettuce in Unit 47-C, my fingers slick with nutrient solution, the chemical tang of it sharp under my nails. But by evening it had numbers: red … Continue reading Balance Review
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Blood Silver
The coin sits on the kitchen table between the pork hock and the rye bread. Jan turns it over with one finger, watching how the light catches the worn eagle on one side, the date on the other: 1863. "Dziadek's coin," Maria says, setting down three bowls. Steam rises from the barszcz, beet-red and smelling … Continue reading Blood Silver
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