Then he saw the forum post: "Ample Guitar LP Free Download – full version, no virus, link below."

Miles tried to close the laptop. The screen flickered. The plugin’s GUI had changed. The virtual guitar now had a cracked neck. A broken tuning peg. And written in the dust on the body, one word: "Remember?"

The sound that came out wasn't a sample. It wasn't a simulation. It was his guitar. The exact, warm, woody groan of the cherry sunburst Les Paul he’d named "Lucille Two." The one his father had given him. The one he’d sold to a guy named Slick Rick for three hundred dollars and a bruised ego.

He opens his browser. Types slowly: "How to return a guitar you don't own."

He clicked.

Silence.

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His finger hovered over the trackpad. He knew the risks. Malware. A lawsuit he couldn’t afford. The hollow shame of stealing a tool made by some over-caffeinated coder in Beijing. But the word "free" sang louder than his conscience.