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... lab was a chaotic blend of brass instruments, whirring gears and the acrid scent of chemicals. Dr Willem burst through the heavy oak door, his leather boots clattering against the stone floor, his beak mask fitted with a filtration system of his own design.
There, on top of five steel autopsy tables lay the carcass of the drider that had attacked Olstrum. It's body blown in half and partially charred. It's legs, each as thick as a lamp post were curled inward in death, and it's multifac ...
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