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Claire hesitated. The floor beneath her was tiled in checkerboard black and white, but the white tiles were sticky with viscera. In the corner, a body bag twitched. She’d already put down three “players” who’d been trapped inside the game too long—their minds overwritten by their avatars, their bodies shambling with code-virus hybrids.

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Then the speakers crackled. A voice—distorted, gleeful, familiar from old let’s-play archives—said: Claire hesitated