“Rebecca woke up with her knees hurting and her fingers ice-cold, and the specifics of her life returned to her as the dream disappeared: weekend, hotel room, Baguio, memory, memory, memory.” FictionShort StoryShort StoriesFadeSpeculative FictionEpigram BooksLontarEliza VictoriaLontar 4 Book:LONTAR #4 Source: LONTAR #4