WE FACE THEM TOGETHER
Author: C.E Osaghae
last update2026-09-25 14:26:16

CHAPTER 166

Fabian's laboratory had been transformed.

Not dramatically. Not with the elaborate ceremonial decoration that popular imagination applied to supernatural rituals. Nothing draped in velvet or ringed with candles in improbable quantities.

But transformed nonetheless.

The worktables had been cleared and moved to the walls, creating a central space that was uncluttered and open. The floor had been cleaned to a degree that suggested Fabian had started before dawn. The lighting had been a
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