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The consequences rippled. The men who’d taken his rig were traced to a shell company with a mailbox on the other side of the city and documents that smelled of offshore varnish. Public callouts collapsed reputations. The trainer’s downloads vanished, not by deletion but by sabotage: installers that, when run, opened a simple window with one line of text: "Skill beats shortcut." It was petty and perfect.
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