Lying on the bed, Alex felt a deep satisfaction with the day’s progress. He had brewed so many potions that the lab’s sink was now stained with the dregs of countless discarded mixtures. It seemed a colossal waste, but every surface was already crowded with glassware, leaving him no other place to dispose of his practice attempts.
While the lab’s supply of bottles was generous, it wasn’t unlimited. He had been rinsing and reusing the vials from
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