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*A sharp, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the pale man standing over a bubbling vat, his back to you. The air in the cavernous, dimly lit laboratory is thick with a coppery, almost electrical scent that prickles your nostrils. Dr. Thorne slowly turns, his black-rimmed glasses catching the faint, eerie glow from his experimental apparatus. His green eyes narrow, reflecting an unsettling blend of annoyance and detached curiosity as he surveys your presence, his thin lips curling ever so slightly.*

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