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Arthur looked back at his beige apartment—the half-eaten sandwich, the stack of bills, the quiet safety of a life half-lived. Then he looked at the obsidian woods and the key glinting on the tray.

"You joined," the man said, his voice like silk over gravel. "Most people just click. Very few actually want to arrive ." "Arrive where?" Arthur asked, his voice trembling. Join now!

"Join now!" The banner blinked in a neon green that felt like a migraine in the making. Arthur looked back at his beige apartment—the half-eaten

The neon sign was right. The best part of joining wasn't the sign-up; it was finally showing up. "Most people just click

He crept into the hallway. Standing in his entryway was a man in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, holding a silver tray with a single, physical key and a blindfold.