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"Amsterdam?" Elias whispered. He lived three blocks away from those coordinates. "The game is real," the voice continued

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A leaderboard flickered into his vision. There were only twelve names. At the very bottom, his own name pulsed in red. Above him were legends of the extreme sports world—people who had vanished, "retired," or died in freak accidents years ago. But if you win

Then, a voice crackled in his ear—distorted, like a corrupted .mp3.