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[[Olivetti looks over Harry's hands]]
Olivetti: Thin bony wrists... long nimble fingers... yes, a natural typist. A Dvorak may be perfect for you...

[[Olivetti reaches back to his shelves]]
Olivetti: But wait... could it be? Yes, yes I think so... This keyboard is very special, Mr. Barker, for only one other like it was ever made...

[[Olivetti holds out a keyboard]]
Olivetti: It is said that he who can type upon it will do great things. He who used its twin did great things... terrible things, but great nonetheless.
Harry: Who was that?

[[Olivetti touches Harry's forehead, revealing his scar]]
Olivetti: Oh, we do not speak his name, but it was he who gave you this scar...