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She touched the glass.

Her knees buckled. The craving was instant, absolute. Voluptuous Xtra 1

In the glass’s reflection, she saw not her own face, but the glassblower’s—grinning, tear-streaked, victorious. She touched the glass

Mara gasped back into her body. The fracture was weeping—not liquid, but a thick, honeyed scent of jasmine and burnt sugar. Her throat tightened. She felt an absurd, crushing thirst. absolute. In the glass’s reflection

“No,” she muttered.

The thirst vanished.