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If they thought the storage of the museum was dusty and chaotic, the home of Professor Langwood gave it a run for its money. With every step on the wooden floor, dust fluttered up from between the grooves. Shelves were stuffed so full, they exploded out onto the floor and left a small path between all the boxes and thingamabobs to a small living area.
“Sit,” the professor said, gesturing to a couch that had space for one person and a half. “Tea? Coffee?”
“Ahem… I’m good,” Lilith replied as she looked at the stained couch and remained standing.
Sam didn’t blame her or her reluctance to sit but from her experience, judging someone’s home put them in a bad mood. They’d either get offended or embarrassed and neither helped loosen lips. On the contrary. Most people clammed up and that wa
