She thought of the hollow like a map with a single compass needle, always pointing to the moment she'd learned how fragile the world could be. She thought of the way music filled the space and made people honest in small ways—how a single note could move someone to cry or to remember a face they'd thought lost. For the first time in years, she chose.
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