No simultaneous submissions. Do not query. It was the last publication that still required paper submissions. A drop of your blood must be included on the very last page. No need to put your information in the header; Rich assumed they would know who he was.
He watched the white envelope slide down the throat of the mailbox. It landed with a hollow thump. The mailbox’s door slammed closed with a metallic scream. There. Done.
Three weeks later, during dinner, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. A dark hand squeezed his heart to a stop: the rejection notice.
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