"Undead, Flesh and White Bones, Turning Stones into Gold, the Sage's Stone of Immortality?"
Verlet pushed the hair on her left temple behind her ear, and her profile was full of feminine allure in the flickering candlelight. Ralph was just able to see this side of her; he could also see the childlike surprise in Verlet's eyes, which was identical to the curiosity on Silvette's face.
Ralph told a story.
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It was a room as secluded as a chapel, also lit by the dim glow of candles.
The feeble light shone upon the glass instruments on the experiment table, and in the bubble-like spherical glass, light yellow and dark red liquids boiled, with steam flowing through the pipes into the next apparatus, morphing into something new.
