They took the elevator up to the third floor. Dr. Stake led him down a hallway to the very last room. The door opened before they reached it, and the mage entered first.
Rich found himself inside a large corner office, or what he assumed was an office. The place reminded him of Sendria Winslow’s place. But instead of plush surroundings, shelving lined the walls from floor to ceiling. On those shelves were rows upon rows of glass bottles of all shapes and sizes. Bottles with glass or cork stoppers that contained different colored liquids and stuff that wasn’t liquid. And in many cases, what appeared to be body parts. Whether or not they were human or animal was inconsequential. Rich didn’t dare move closer to examine for fear of finding an eyeball or something similar staring back at him.
