As they entered the dusty hallway, a strange mixture of scents and sounds pierced their perception. A metallic clicking, the distinctive smell of magic, of piles of yellowed paper. And soon, the main workroom presented itself before their eyes. A huge workbench held in place an impressive amount of small, intricate machinerie. Everything seemed very practical and obvious. So where could the owner of this strange abode be hiding?
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