At deaths door the alchemist trembles.Air to lead and light to dust.One day for the eternal farewell.
Herbs and salts are his family, flasks and tubes are his friends.Two potions you’d drink once, in reality it’s onl…
that was really nice!
DUDE COME ONNNN
YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS THIS US SO HARDDD
this part :DDDDDDDDD
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