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The Song With No Composer
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She refused to play it. Instead she read the rest of the page. Below the notes, in her own handwriting, were the words: 'You sent this to yourself. You just haven't done it yet.' Mira's mouth went dry. Somewhere a clock started chiming, far more times than it should.
The chiming stopped. Mira pulled out her phone and saw the date read three years in the past, the same winter the tune first arrived. A message sat on the screen, unsent, written by her: 'Tell yourself the notes are real.' She hit send before she could stop herself, and the cold winter air swallowed her whole.
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