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But she walked a little taller. Because somewhere in a future Tuesday, an older version of herself was walking the same way—not perfectly, not painlessly—but forward. Always forward.

Mira sat in the dark for a long time. Then she opened her bedside drawer, placed the stone inside, and closed it gently. excelsizeyeter

The crack of lightning came again. The stone went cold. But she walked a little taller