Grip the blade's worn handle, its edge catching the light as you angle it toward the unyielding block. Press down with steady force, the resistance giving way as the scent of aloe and ash blooms in the air. Fragments cascade—sharp, geometric—each cleaved plane glistening with latent lather, ready to dissolve into suds or secrets.
Think you’ve got the sharp eyes and quick wit to track down every treasure stashed inside those slippery suds? The soaps hide more than lather—crack their secrets, dig deep, and prove nothing gets past you. Time to scrub in and hunt.
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