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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a ravaged, half-dissected shark lies on a rusted autopsy table, surrounded by stained, antique medical equipment in what looks like a decaying, 19th-century vivisection laboratory hidden within the cramped, damp hull of a massive, beached whaling ship. The air is heavy with the stench of rot and formaldehyde, and it's sweltering; the late afternoon sun beats down on the wooden planks, casting an eerie, orange glow. Water trickles in through a large gash in the hull, flooding the area, and somehow, a nearby collection of antique surgical tools seems to be precisely reconstructing a mangled bird carcass.