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Getting in required luck, a locksmith’s patience, and the cooperation of a retired electrician who admired her tenacity. When she ducked into the corridor, it was like slipping into a song’s bridge: cool, resonant, and full of echoes. Lamps hummed. The tunnel widened into a chamber—vault-like, magnetized to midcentury glamour. Tiles with a starburst pattern lined the floor. A circular bar, beautifully corroded, took up center stage. And in a glass case protected by rust and time sat a machine that made Isabella’s ledger shiver.