Till the Mountains Turn to Dust (The Chronicles of Eridia)

by J. S. Volpe

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  T-mail transmission:

  From: Reynard Fuggs

  To: Solace Tenant

  July 20, 6692; 10:03 PM:

  Dear Solace,

  Glad to hear the heatwave’s over.

  Yes, all is well with me. What about with you? Not to sound nosy, but is everything okay? Your last message was terser than usual. You’re not mad at me about something are you? If so, I’m sure I didn’t mean it, whatever it was :)

  I hope everything’s okay.

  —Reynard

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  T-mail transmission:

  From: Reynard Fuggs

  To: Solace Tenant

  July 28, 6692; 7:17 PM:

  Dear Solace,

  Seriously, is everything okay? Has something happened? Have you been busy? This long silence isn’t like you. It’s kind of worrying. Please alleviate my worries, if only tersely. :)

  Your friend,

  —Reynard

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  T-mail transmission:

  From: Reynard Fuggs

  To: Solace Tenant

  August 10, 6692; 5:38 PM:

  Dear Solace,

  I don’t know if something’s happened, or if you’ve decided you don’t want to talk to me anymore for some reason, or what. But whatever the case, at least let me know if you’re okay.

  Please. I’m worried.

  —Reynard