Chapter 121: Sunshift

Right away, Bruce Yale thought of the pill Kocho and that red‑robed freak had swallowed. Were those pills refined here? He tore his gaze from the furnace and took in the hall. Rooms lined both sides, two stark worlds facing each other. On the left, everything screamed modern-test tubes, beakers, microscopes piled high, a sprawling biotech lab. On the right, it looked like a massive old apothecary from a bygone age-rows of timeworn medicine cabinets, and up front, clay pots, earthenware jars,...