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He tried to close the notepad. The window shrank, then expanded. The text changed.
The file opened. Inside, there was no jumble of alphanumeric keys. Just a single line of text:
"They're not selling keys," he whispered, realizing the truth. "They're collecting them. Souls. One license key per dead gamer. The file doesn't unlock the game. It unlocks you ."
