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... ngry hornets. Mira’s "Frenzy Salts," when introduced to the copper-rich drainage pipes of the alchemical labs, didn’t explode—they screamed. A thick, iridescent fog began to roll out of the floor grates, smelling of sulfur and burnt sugar. It was a harmless reaction, but to a Senior Auditor trained to look for instability, it was a "Grade-B Corrosive Event."
I watched from the workshop window as Vane’s clinical gray coat disappeared into the fog of the East Wing, followed by a squad of p ...
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