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The knife swung.
It was buried on the seventeenth page of Google results, nestled between a broken forum post and a Russian ad for counterfeit Adidas. The text was a luminous, hopeful blue:
Wei Shen pulled out a knife—not a game asset, but a high-resolution image of an actual kitchen knife, as if someone had photographed a real blade and pasted it over the render. He walked toward the screen. The screen began to bulge outward, like a membrane.
