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The Song With No Composer
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Mira promised not to open it. But after the older woman vanished, the envelope felt warm in her pocket, almost begging. She held out for an hour, then gave in and tore it open on the walk home. Inside was a single word in her own hand: 'Run.' Behind her, footsteps started to follow.
Mira ran, clutching her instrument. The footsteps stayed right behind her, matching her pace exactly. She spun around to face whoever it was and found no one there at all, only the echo of her own boots on the concrete. The chase had been herself the whole time. Shaking, she finally let the song go.
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