Soap Cutting
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The blade's edge met the soap with a whisper, its honed steel parting the brittle block in a single fluid motion—a clean split, precise as a surgeon's incision, leaving two perfect halves glistening under the harsh workshop lights. No residue clung to the metal, no jagged fractures marred the surfaces. The task was simple, almost meditative, but in this dim-lit room where every action carried weight, even carving soap felt like threading fate’s needle.
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Think you’ve got the sharp eye needed to uncover every secret stashed within the suds? Lather, rinse, and keep your focus tight—those bars hold more than just bubbles. Miss a clue, and the treasure slips down the drain. Ready to scrub in and prove nothing gets past you?
