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...she opened the brass lid to tap and mix the sand, and an icy draft swirled around the inside of the craft until she closed the thing again. The draft had a sea scent to it, salty and sharp.
"All mirrors lead to Rebma," she said, as though it were an axiom.
"All mirrors lead to Rebma," she said, as though it were an axiom.
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