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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 saved every stone for years, too scared to spend one. On the day she finally tried, all eleven flared bright together and lifted her like a rising tide. She understood too late that hoarding them had only let them grow stronger. Wherever she was about to land, it was somewhere brand new.
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