The Death Chamber was changing. With the new lab equipment were new sights, smells, and sounds. Various liquids were bubbling, and emitting often rather sweet vapors, making the room seem alive for the first time.
With the more obvious changes came the smaller ones at the employees initiative. The lighting was brighter to accommodate the alchemists, though there was a master lantern near the entrance that would allow someone to dim, or even change the color of the rest of the torches or candles.
Another change was that one of the employees decided to take the cleaning duties into his own hands. With his ever-standing cane keeping a vigil at the top of the room, the man himself was about halfway down, a broom in hand. The dusty old chamber never looked cleaner.
It was a time for new beginnings.
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