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... nts separated by glass panels. In these small compartments are neatly placed cards, blueprints, designs, or types of medicinal herbs that he had never seen before.

"This place is...?" Noan frowned, his eyes glancing at Caleb as if waiting for his answer.

Caleb, feeling proud, spoke up: "Master, this place is entirely the property provided to me. You can take all of it, so there is no need to worry."

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