The Last Translator

Kirra was the last. Not the last fluent speaker — the last speaker of any kind. Mirean had no other mouth left in the world.

The document arrived in a sealed envelope with the ministry's crest. It was seventy-three pages of legal text requiring a certified translation within thirty days.

She read the first clause and understood: this was a land reclassification bill that required the official termination of Mirean as a recognised language in order to proceed.

'You will need to find another way,' she told the ministry. 'I am not available to participate in this.'