Editor — Nson

“You came,” she said. Her voice had no echo. It landed directly inside his skull.

She handed back the signed contract. As Nson slipped it into his satchel, the tower above them groaned. A low hum began, rising in pitch. The air shimmered. The weeds at his feet began to whisper in a hundred different languages, all of them saying the same thing: Finally. Finally. Finally. nson editor

“I brought the contract,” Nson said, and his own voice sounded small and terrestrial. “You came,” she said

There was a long pause. Three dots appeared, vanished, appeared again. ” Nson said