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The logs continued for dozens of names, always ending with the same phrase: "Lesson complete. Ash remains."

My laptop fan began to scream, blowing air that felt blistering hot. I reached for the power button, but the screen flickered one last time, displaying my own webcam feed. Behind my chair in the reflection, a man in a charred suit was reaching out. Mister.Burnhouse.rar

He didn’t move, but a text box at the bottom began to crawl: "Welcome back. You’re late for the lesson on ignition." The logs continued for dozens of names, always