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... ained unchanged.
Copper coils, glass containers, iron stands, scales, wooden test tables, and that peculiar smell somewhere between chemicals, ash, and damp lime.
Michael Faraday was crouched between a set of zinc-copper plates, adjusting the angle of electrode contact.
His faded laboratory cotton coat bore indelible marks from chemical agents at the cuffs.
The assistant, gently wiping crystals from the edge of a test tube with canvas, immediately recognized Arthu ...
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