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... ded loosely across his chest, the grin on his face casual as ever.
Across from him, hunched over a cluttered workbench, Othello scribbled furiously into a leather-bound notebook, his quill scratching across the pages.
The room smelled of herbs, metals, and something far fouler.
The thick, acrid stench of concoctions that should not exist.
Snake waited, eyes flicking over the shelves that brimmed with bottles of swirling liquids, powders, and more than a few jars h ...
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