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... been Demerti’s study now looked like a alchemist’s nightmare.
Every available surface groaned under stacks of books, loose parchments covered in desperate scrawls, and glass vials arranged in color-coded rows that had long since lost their organization. The air hung thick with competing scents—purification incense, chemical reagents, the acrid bite of failed experiments, and underneath it all, the sour tang of exhausted panic.
Demerti stood at the window, one hand braced against ...
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