My Life Through Potions

My Life Through Potions

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Yes welcome to my first stort in this crazy place called wattpad. My Life Through Potions: An explorers life is coming to an end in a hospital bed. He lies there ubable to speak or hear. All he could do in his miserable last few days on earth was think. One day a nurse was checking up on him when he took his last short breath of air. His life flashed before his red bloodshot eyes. Instead of going through life since he was born he experiences life potion by potion. From collecting the ingredients to the final results. Thought by Thought, chapter by chapter he remakes the potions that sewed together his life. He also has a plan...
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