Whatever she thought pulling that lever was going to do, it wasn't this: A second, smaller lever appeared. Sensing a pattern, I searched for the smallest lever in the room. It was beautiful, a carved handle no longer than a toothpick; I could not help myself — I flipped the switch. A small blue piece of paper fell into a slot I hadn't noticed directly below the lever.

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