The browning, torn alchemy book was stuck under a crate in an antique shop, society having abandoned the expensive, time consuming tradition of using natural ingredients and manual labor.
Way back then, there was no high fructose corn syrup, liquid caffeine, or preservatives. Instead, the doctor used mandrake root, sweet flag, and syrup.
The man offered to sell the handwritten recipe to the company so they could maintain their lifeblood, their secret, but they laughed.
Nothing is as it used to be, so nothing is sacred.
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