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In the video, the Elias on screen was looking at the monitor, just as he was now. But there was a shadow standing behind the digital Elias—a tall, blurred figure with fingers like smoke reaching for his shoulder. The glowing blue button on the screen was

Elias spun around. The corner of his room was empty. The air was cold, smelling of ozone and old paper. He looked at the file size again

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