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The Song With No Composer
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Mira looked into her case. The coins were gone. In their place sat eleven smooth stones, each one glowing faintly. As she stared, one of them dimmed, like a candle going out. Somehow she knew she had eleven chances, and she had just used the first.
Mira used the dimming stone to replay this same day. The underpass returned, the envelope waiting again on the step. This time she dropped it straight in a bin without opening it. The eleven notes left her fingers for good, but so did the strange glow. She played a new, simpler tune, and the coins still fell. She was free.
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