The monitor went dark. In the reflection of the black screen, Elias saw the door to his own office—the one behind him—slowly begin to click open. If you'd like to take this story further, let me know:
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Elias pulled up a map. There was no such place on any official registry. He searched old maritime charts and found it—a jagged spit of land that had been reclaimed by the sea in a 1994 storm. It was only five miles from where he sat. The monitor went dark
The footage was grainy, shot from a fixed position in what looked like a narrow hallway. At the end of the hall stood a heavy wooden door. For the first three minutes, nothing happened. The dust motes danced in a shaft of pale light, and the slight hum of the camera’s motor seemed to vibrate through Elias’s desk. Then, the door clicked open. Elias pulled up a map