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Mel knew what was happening. The world was failing to "Export."

Elara climbed that path on a Tuesday, clutching a silk handkerchief to her chest. Inside the handkerchief was a small, hard lump. It had appeared just below her collarbone three days ago. At first, she thought it was a pimple. Then, she realized it was a pearl.

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Elara inhaled. The pearl inside her chest—where it had somehow returned, though he had never put it back—shuddered. The sharp, jagged edges of her grief smoothed out. It was still there, a heavy, dense ball in the center of her being. It ached, a deep, dull throb, but it no longer choked her. She could breathe around it.

"Pleasure doing business," Melhax said. He dropped the pearl into a glass jar filled with murky water. He counted out ten silver coins and pushed them across the table. Mel knew what was happening

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Melhax sighed, a long, weary sound. "Why? You are cured. You are free." It had appeared just below her collarbone three days ago

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