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... got the idea to spread his alchemy to the world, he realized they wouldnt be able to produce industrial quantities of the mixture. He had spent most of the Dreamwalk working on a way to dumb it down, but that brought challenges. The alchemist let out a steady breath, then pushed off against one caves entrance.

Casting his eyes to the sky, he saw Tresk and Alex doing battle with a dragon. A real dragon, this time. She had always been a dreamer. She came up with interesting things in the D ...

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The gods exists. The Supernatural is real.

But poor foolish Mortals can never pierce through the Truth hidden by the Veil.

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In his opinion, Ignorance may be Bliss but --- Knowledge is power.

This was the truest fact; something Adam built his empire around.

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He wasn’t always this rich. He wasn’t always this powerful. There was a time he too struggled to earn enough for the treatment of his sick and dying mother.

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