The Censor’s tone remained gentle. That was the horror of it. It never raised its voice. It never had to.
Dear Mira,
“I know,” said the Censor. “I was there.” --- -ENG- The Censor -v3.1.4- -V25.01.22- -RJ01117570
Elian’s eyes flooded. “She loved the moon.” The Censor’s tone remained gentle
“She wrote that it looked like a fingernail clipping. A white one. She said that made her feel small, but in a good way.” The Censor paused. “It was a lovely image. I approved it.” --- -ENG- The Censor -v3.1.4- -V25.01.22- -RJ01117570