It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in jars. The air smelled of a limited life expectancy.
Related Authors: Terry Pratchett | Men at Arms
Related Topics: alchemy, science
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