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Elias looked at his external drive—the one containing five years of unbacked-up masters. The light on the drive was flickering frantically. The "free" download had just become the most expensive mistake of his career.
Not just the song—the silence was absolute. His mouse cursor froze. Then, the Terminal window opened itself. Lines of code scrolled faster than he could read. He watched, paralyzed, as his "Personal" folder was zipped into an encrypted archive. A final window popped up, replacing his wallpaper with a stark, black screen and a single line of text:
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