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... ng behind him with a faint hiss as the security lock engaged.
The sterile scent of alchemical herbs and metal filled the air, grounding him.
Without wasting time, he headed to his workstation and began prepping a small batch of recovery potions.
His movements were fluid, automatic, born of countless repetitions.
As the solution bubbled gently in the crystal cauldron, he poured the finished doses into vials and carefully placed them into a foam-padded case to be se ...
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