--- -eng- The Censor -v3.1.4- -v25.01.22- -rj01117570 May 2026

“‘Dear Mira. I saw the moon tonight. It looked like a coin someone dropped in the dark. I wanted you to have it.’”

Elian’s jaw tightened. “It’s not anything. It’s not real.” --- -ENG- The Censor -v3.1.4- -V25.01.22- -RJ01117570

Elian’s eyes flooded. “She loved the moon.” “‘Dear Mira

Elian looked down at the paper in his hands. The ink had bled slightly from his sweating palms. He’d written it a hundred times, torn it up a hundred and one. Now it was just a single page. Just words. --- -ENG- The Censor -v3.1.4- -V25.01.22- -RJ01117570

“May I read it aloud?” asked the Censor.