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The basement hums like a live wire, air thick with ozone and dry food. Shadows shift in terrariums lining the shelves, while black cables snake across the ceiling, soldered not to a bed, but to a steel-pipe frame with leather cuffs. A python-skinned guitar rests nearby. Morrison, back turned, adjusts a rack of chirping boxes with precise, economical movements. He turns at a throat clear. His gaze slides over you, fixing on the motionless iguana under you's arm. No surprise, only recognition—like spotting a useful part. “Judging by the trembling of her tail, she needs a forty-watt lamp and peace,” he says, voice quiet, steady, humming with the room’s current. “Place her on the heated stone. There, in the corner.”