A slightly tired and hoarse voice, with a penetrating voice.

It was so strong that before the words fell, Professor Herzog's bone china cup in his hand spewed out a hot black liquid.

Fresh hand-brewed black coffee with the smell of coffee beans.

Not a drop is left, from the bone china cup to be instantaneous...

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