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In the live feed on the screen, a door opened—the door right behind Elias. He turned around. His room was exactly as it should be: messy, lived-in, and very much occupied. But when he looked back at the monitor, a figure walked into the empty digital room. It looked like him, but its skin had the texture of unrendered pixels. The figure looked directly into the camera lens. "Thanks for the invite back," it said. Panic flared
The file sat on the desktop, a digital ghost named Untitled118_20221108115757.png. It was a standard timestamp—November 8, 2022, at 11:57 AM—but Elias didn't remember taking a screenshot that morning. He had been at a funeral then.
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