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CHAPTER FORTY: SWEAT-FREE EPOXY
Gilbert stirs the cauldron for the umpteenth time as he uses his free hand to regulate the flames underneath. The process of cooking the herbs is an integral part of the experiment- utmost concentration is required.
A year has passed since Project Mors, PM for short, was committed into his hands. Within this period of time, he has conducted extensive research on each material required for the project, with emphasis on the Mors flower. He left no stone unturned in ensuring that adequate knowledge on every subject matter related to this was obtained. Still, he cannot confidently say that he is any step closer to success, not when he is yet to arrive at a conclusive result.
At the thought of the stress he faced in the last twelve months, he tsks in dissatisfaction.
Were it not for the nature of the project, he would have hired extra hands to help him, freeing him from mind-numbing activities like data collation and analysis- those kinds of tasks are not for profess
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