The air in Victor’s workshop crackled with anticipation, thick with the ozone scent of imminent breakthrough. Cogs whirred, pistons hissed, and arcane symbols glowed on the intricate device dominating the room. It was a magnificent contraption of brass, copper, and gleaming steel, a testament to Victor's relentless pursuit of progress. Tonight, he would harness the very essence of lightning, bending its raw power to his will.
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