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Jeff Parker's brow furrowed as he glanced up to see Moshe Weaver storming out of the Pill Hall with a palpable aggression. At Moshe's side was a young man in his late twenties, exuding an air of dignity. His proud demeanor was evident, his build slender. He was clad in a stunning white robe, adorned with a silver badge that bore five stars on his chest—a fifth-grade grandmaster apothecary