Flaming Fire Flakes With Bean Curds
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Summary
Azula knelt before her broken mirror, staring tear-stricken at her shattered image. She shuddered. Despite having no glass shards in her skin, pain rattled her very core... Her body was solid, sweet voice so clear. Azula swore she even smelt her mother's lotus perfume. But that was impossible. (AU, Azula x OC, Multiple POV)