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"Destination reached," a voice synthesized from a thousand static pops whispered from his speakers.

The sound of his cooling fan shifted. It no longer whirred; it whistled. It sounded like wind whipping through high-altitude pines. A scent filled the room—cold ozone and wet granite.

The download was instantaneous. The .rar file sat on his desktop, a tiny icon of stacked books bound by a belt. When he extracted it, there was only one file inside: READ_ME_BEFORE_CLIMBING.txt . He opened it.