Mina glanced at the coins that the light had given her companions. Under the glow, things cost less and consequences lessened, but something else had been taken: a steadiness, a small reservoir of tomorrow. The seamstress now stitched in the impossible style of songs, but she forgot the measurements of a single good pair of trousers. The children who flew began landing in strange fields with portions of time missing from their memories. The butcher, when his sausages unwrapped their confessions, could no longer tell a lie from a taste.
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