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The room inside was a circle. No windows. No corners. In the center, instead of a massage table, there was a shallow basin carved from a single piece of black obsidian. Water, so still it looked like glass, reflected a single candle floating above us—though I never saw where the candle was perched.

I sat.

I looked at the water in the obsidian basin. For a moment, I could have sworn I saw my own reflection—but younger, lighter, smiling a smile I had forgotten I owned. monique secret spa part 1