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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 pressed the last key. The eleven notes shot out into the dark like a signal, racing back through three winters to a cold girl on the steps who needed a song to hold onto. The machine went quiet. Mira finally knew where the tune came from. She had written it for herself all along, and now the loop was whole.
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