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November 16, 2013

A Twenty-Year Bridge by ~Lady-CrusaderKira Suggester says, "A Twenty-Year Bridge" describes the emotional development of one of science fiction's most famous characters. Half the fun lies in figuring out who it is! The short story explores the underdeveloped relationship between two characters and gives voice to the grief that the series barely explored. It's a very enjoyable read!

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Published: Jul 12, 2013

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EDIT: Thank you so so much to both MissLunaRose for suggesting this piece and to SingingFlames for featuring it! I logged on and saw the DD and freaked right out. xD I'm honored!!!

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