“It’s the soul of the media,” Leo whispered to his only companion, a half-eaten bag of pretzels. “It’s real.”
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The neon sign outside flickered one last time and died. When the landlord checked the apartment a week later, Leo was gone. All that remained was a single, dusty camcorder sitting in the center of the room, its little red "Record" light blinking into the empty dark. “It’s the soul of the media,” Leo whispered