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Suddenly, the temperature in the room plummeted. Julian’s breath misted in the air. On the black monitor, white text began to crawl: “The Spirit is not a feeling. It is a debt.”

A notification pinged on his desktop. A photo had been saved to his "Pictures" folder. He opened it. It was a real-time photo of his own living room, taken from the corner behind him. In the image, a tall, gaunt figure draped in grey, tattered wool stood directly at his shoulder. Its face was a void where features should be, smelling of old pine needles and ozone. El espiritu de la Navidad.rar

The computer turned off. The lights in the apartment flared with a blinding, warm brilliance, more festive than Julian had felt in a decade. He felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of "Christmas cheer"—a forced, manic happiness that didn't feel like his own. Suddenly, the temperature in the room plummeted