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Mira’s hands moved in a rhythm like a dance. Pierce. Pull. Pierce. Pull.
She reached for a needle, but her hand stopped.
Mira looked up from the counter, her hands hidden inside a box of raw silk. She saw the girl first—young, shivering, wearing a coat that had been fashionable three winters ago and was now merely threadbare. Then she saw the wound.
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The shop was quiet. Mira looked at her hands. They were trembling slightly now that the work was done. She walked to the back room, past the shelves of bolts of fabric— Courage , Patience , Grief —and stopped in front of a full-length mirror.
Mira didn’t hesitate. She pressed the tip of the bone needle into the air, an inch above Elara’s skin. Mira’s hands moved in a rhythm like a dance
Elara rose. She took a breath, and for the first time in months, the air filled her completely. She didn't shiver. The grey mist was gone. She looked at her hands, turning them over.
"Do it," Elara choked out. "I’m leaking. I can feel myself spilling out."
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"Sit," Mira commanded gently.
Mira gently moved the girl’s hand away. She didn't look at the physical coat or the flesh beneath. She squinted at the space just above the girl's shoulder blade. There it was: a Fray. It was an ugly thing, a wound in the fabric of the self, likely caused by a harsh word or a sudden, terrible loss.
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