The cursor blinked in the search bar, a lone lighthouse in the dim glow of Elias’s bedroom. Outside, a heavy October rain lashed against the window, but inside, Elias was hunting for a ghost of July.
He clicked the link. The page groaned under the weight of its own trackers. The cursor blinked in the search bar, a
The character turned, looked directly into the "camera," and typed back into the chat box: looked directly into the "camera