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... white walls and gray flooring. In the middle of that room was a large, white, wooden table that seemed really sturdy which took up a third of the room’s space. On it were various glass apparati of varying sizes. Had Maria not been by his side, Claude would’ve thought he found a chemistry lab from his previous life.


Against the wall on the right of the room was a black, wooden drawer which seemed to contain herbs. There were quite a few levels, each with small labels on them. There was ...

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