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... flat stone basin she’d set up like a makeshift stove. Bubbles started forming—sparse, unimpressive ones—but enough to count. Cyrus sat nearby, chin in hand, watching her with the same cautious expression one might give a wild animal playing with fire.
"It’s not going to explode," Isabella said, not looking up.
"I didn’t say anything."
"You thought it."
He smiled slightly but didn’t deny it.
The soap thickened slowly, turning into a gloopy, clay-like lump. ...
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