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Meera’s eyes caught the late sunlight. “Of losing myself, perhaps. Of being reduced to what someone else declared me.” She touched the space where her pendant lay hidden beneath her blouse. Once, in the small hours of the night, when sleep had truanted from her, Meera had whispered to the pendant the name of a man who had been a musician and a promise. Leela had never heard the name, but the hush in Meera’s chest when she spoke it said enough.
