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Of course, gossip is a hungry animal. Word of the jar reached the Glass District where lawyers walked like chess pieces and fortunes slept in leather wallets. They dispatched an emissary—Ms. Corinne Vale, sharp enough to slice through fog—and requested a sample. She tasted politely, recorded notes in a ledger with an unblinking pen, and then scored the world into useful margins. “It’s a catalyst,” she concluded, as if analyzing weather. “It amplifies the latent and reduces defenses. Marketable.”