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The Song With No Composer
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Mira sat down and pressed the eleven keys in the backward order from the envelope. The screen filled with light, then showed a face: her own, but calm and certain. 'You built this machine to send the song to your younger self,' the face said. 'You're almost done. Press play.' Mira's finger hovered over the last key.
Mira pulled her hand back. 'If I press it, does any of this ever stop?' she asked. The face on the screen went still, unable to answer. So Mira switched the machine off instead. The eleven notes faded from her memory like an old dream. She walked out of the van a normal woman, humming nothing in particular, and that felt just fine.
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