The weekly mail from Earth is the only thing keeping thirty colonists sane. So why has Elías's mother started repeating herself, comma for comma, and why has his pregnant sister stopped mentioning the baby?
Part 1 of 4 in The Silence Between Worlds
A las siete de la tarde del martes, la sala común de la Aurora olía a mate recalentado y a expectativa. Era día de correo. Treinta personas fingían no mirar el panel donde Elías Quispe descargaba, uno por uno, los mensajes de la Tierra.
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