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“Just hold it like this for show. It makes you look more refined.” “I see,” I murmured, gripping the delicate stem of the glass. My eyes roamed at the fine beads of bubbles rising to the top. Raising it slightly, I caught the scent of fermented grapes and musty yeast. Glancing around the room, I saw how everyone held their glasses with nonchalant elegance, the perfect accessory to their polished personas.

Not a weapon against guns, but better than nothing. I held it up. "This is what we have." Elena took it, tested the weight. "Better than our bare hands." She went back to examining the room while I checked the glass more carefully, looking for weak points, stress fractures, anything. Nothing. The glass was industrial grade, designed to withstand impact. "Adrian," Elena's voice came from behind me. I turned. She was looking up at the wall near the ceiling. "There."

I wave and thank him for his service. As I sit on the car. I lately realize that I am holding something on my hand. I look down and saw I am still holding the empty glass of the orange juice the attendant gave to me at the jewelry shop! Oh my God! "Gideon! Huhuhu." I exclaimed. "What love?" I raise the glass on my hand. "Why did you not remind me to return this!" He looks at the glass on my hand, shrug his shoulder and said "I thought you like it love so I did not say anything."

Seorang cewek berkacamata mengangkat tangan. “Lama waktu saat seseorang menggunakan Bakat tidak boleh lebih dari dua jam,” cewek itu berujar. “Atau setidaknya, hingga tubuh mulai merasa tidak mampu lagi mengeluarkan kekuatan. Gejalanya adalah pusing, lemas, sesak napas, dan mata berkunang-kunang. Jika tetap dipaksakan, maka akan menyebabkan kematian.” Pak Zub bertepuk tangan tiga kali dan bertanya, “Siapa namamu?”

There is a huge mirror in one corner of the room resembling Klara’s and to it’s left has a three foot tall wooden table on which a 360 degree spectacles holder rack is placed. Hmm….here are the traitors. These glasses are the ones who deceives the spectators making them believe that Lucas is a decent man but in reality he’s anything but good. She rolled her eyes at the glasses holder and wandered around boldly as she took slow steps deeper into the room and finally landed her eyes on his bed.

Smaller rubber like objects, and a microphone of different sizes. Connected balls on a string also of different sizes. Thick tubes filled with gel like liquid of pink, cream and clear stoppered neatly. More cuffs, one shaped almost like a necklace, wide and padded, with a ring at the front. Another looking like a pole but with four cuffs. And… A black gun. I snapped the cabinet shut so fast. No… No way. I backed up a step. I pulled out my phone. Opened the camera. Snapped quick photos of the funny-shaped glass and rubber objects, the connected balls, the tubes but not the gun. I couldn’t even look at it again.

Even though the other parts are made with concrete, the part looking outside into the wall is completely made of glass. "Don't worry, it's thick tempered glass. It will not shatter unless it's being deliberately broken, and I'm pretty sure it'll take even more than a fast moving bullet to shatter it so, we are safe." "I wasn't even worried about that. The view out there is breathtaking." He drops the teacup in front of her. "Just like you are." "What?" "Hm?"

In front of him was a large see-through glass taking quarter of the room, showing Aguda, Azra and Aquila still chained on the piles of dried bones as they struggled to breakout from the chains, they could not tell what was going on outside, also to them, inside was never a see-through glass. “Wow! I've never seen a glass this big and mighty. They are so many weird things in this city, I tell you.” Node in search of an object to break open the glass. “Am coming.” He said then sighted a large metal ball with spikes all around it fixed with an handle, hung on the wall near one of the aglow crystals. “Yes. That will do.” He said, rushed to the large weapon and tried lifting it but the weapon was

He was making it very hard to concentrate. “What’s that?” A tiny crack in the stand of the glass display caught my attention and I kneeled down to get a better look. “It just looks like a join in the material of the stand.” Jasper shrugged, but as I took in the perfectly carved display case, I couldn’t believe such a thing would exist. “No, it isn’t.” At the risk of setting off an alarm, I ran my fingers against the tiny ledge, giving it a slight push as I did and to our surprise, a tiny box popped out.

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brows. That homicidal glare returned.