kaolin fire presents :: writing :: fiction

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To whom it may concern;

By the time you read these words, it is too late. Your life is in danger. Within the hallowed cells of this cover letter lay a team of microorganisms which have now saturated your body. You have two months to see the enclosed manuscript in print. We will be watching. We do not recmmend you visit a doctor -- Your primitive antibiotics will only speed the process.

Our host body willingly gave himself to us in despair... he was a writer. One of your better ones, we feel, especially given the confines of smearing metal across dead vegetable matter. We have utilized his abilities as best we could to make our case known to the world. We will not be stopped.

Please expect in five days a package you shipped to be returned to you for insufficient postage. Within lies one canister with which you must personally see to the infection of your magazine's stock. One drop per magazine will sufficiently contaminate each.

It matters but a little if you choose to comply or not. If you choose not to then that will be the last vestige of self-control you exert -- without our antidote you will in despair freely give yourself to our hivemind. Happy Holidays.

Our Best.

p.s. If you choose to thwart us by killing yourself (your only other option) we will simply sell our story to a worthier magazine.