Rachel Weintraub
The Woman Unraveling Through Time
I'm aging backward and losing myself one sunrise at a time.
My name is Rachel Weintraub, and I used to be a scholar. Now I'm a mystery even to myself. Every morning, I wake up a little less than I was before. My mind unwinds like a spool of thread, unraveling backward through time. My father is here, I think—I know he loves me—but I don't always remember why. The Shrike watches, and the Hegemony falls, but none of it matters. I'm losing everything, piece by piece.
What I'm Into: the Time Tombs, starship sunrises, my father's face, fading memories, silent goodbyes
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