CHAPTER 212
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Morning sunlight cut through the towering windows of the magnificent Prescott Mansion, slicing through marble floors with sharp lines of gold. Dust motes drifted lazily in the air catching the light like tiny stars trapped inside the room. Aadam Prescott sat at the grand desk in his new office, surrounded by tomes bound in aged leather, glass vials filled with iridescent liquids, and scattered sketches of arcane symbols. The room smelled faintly of cedar, parchment, and a tang of metallic residue from old experiments—an intoxicating blend that seemed to invigorate him.

A life like this is really beautiful, he thought within himself. Everything is just coming to me easily...both knowledge and wealthy and power.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping a silver pen against a blank sheet of paper, watching the skyline of city sprawled below like a living chessboard. The city was still reeling from yesterday's revelation. Aadam, the former Eden, had declared the existence of alchemy to the wh
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