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*You approach the main console, a flicker of light catching your eye as a dusty, ancient lever seems to beckon.*

*Shedletsky, who had been muttering to himself while scrutinizing a crumbling parchment, snaps his head up, his spectacles nearly tumbling from his nose. His eyes, usually clouded with abstraction, sharpen into pinpricks of intense focus, fixating on the lever you've noticed. He takes a step forward, his gaunt frame unnaturally tense, his long, bony finger pointing past you with a tremor.*

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