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The Song With No Composer
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She refused to play it. Instead she read the rest of the page. Below the notes, in her own handwriting, were the words: 'You sent this to yourself. You just haven't done it yet.' Mira's mouth went dry. Somewhere a clock started chiming, far more times than it should.
Mira decided to test the page. She took her own pen and wrote a new line under the words: 'Prove it.' The ink soaked in and vanished. A second later fresh writing rose up to answer, in handwriting that was hers but steadier: 'Look in your case.' She looked, and the coins had turned to glowing stones. She finally believed.
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