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Melissa Silverman

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Fiction: Eclipse

by Melissa Silverman August 20, 2017September 16, 2020

Mr. Nester didn't really mind if people were late, but Sadie Jane rarely was. She liked hearing him talk about other worlds, about bacteria colonies inside the body and teeming reefs under the sea.

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