Issue 239 – August 20265720 words, short storyby Eilis O’NealIt was, Anna had to agree, a most excellent house. It was thrice as tall as she was and wide enough that she might have walked through hand in hand with another person. “Anna,” Anna said. Perhaps wherever the Etran had gone, loud with alien life or quiet as all the ruined doorways of the Moon had become when they left it behind. Her short fiction has appeared in Strange Horizons, Fantasy Magazine, Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, and other publications.