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"You weren't supposed to download this," the figure said without turning around.

He gasped, his lungs burning with cold, and suddenly he was back in the record store. The terminal screen was black. His headphones were silent.

He didn't need to listen to the song anymore. He finally remembered what he had been hiding. "You weren't supposed to download this," the figure

The song didn't start with music. It started with a whisper—a voice that sounded like his own, but layered, echoing from a place deep underwater. Then, the heavy, melancholic clarinet of Dedublüman kicked in, tearing through the silence like a dull blade. “There are things you’re hiding,” the lyrics groaned.

He checked his phone. The file was gone. The folder was empty. But his pockets felt heavy. He reached inside and pulled out a small, rusted tin box, still damp with lake water. His headphones were silent

Selim reached for it, his fingers trembling. As his skin touched the cold metal, the song hit its final, crashing crescendo. The ice beneath him shattered.

The music pulsed in his ears, rhythmic and accusing. Every beat felt like a footstep on thin ice. In the center of the lake stood a figure wrapped in a heavy wool coat, holding a small, rusted tin box. The song didn't start with music

The walls of the record store began to bleed ink. The shelves of vinyl dissolved into tall, dark trees. Selim wasn’t in a shop anymore; he was standing on the edge of a frozen lake he hadn't visited since he was ten years old.