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Elias spun around in his real chair. The door was shut tight. He looked back at the screen. In the video, a hand—long, grey, and spindly—was reaching through the gap of the virtual door. 3. The Final Extraction

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The RAR file began to delete itself, the progress bar moving backward. As it did, Elias felt a strange pressure in his chest, like his own memories were being compressed. He tried to close the program, but the mouse wouldn't move. Elias spun around in his real chair

The file arrived in Elias’s inbox at 3:14 AM, sent from an address that was nothing but a string of hexadecimal code. No subject. No body text. Just . In the video, a hand—long, grey, and spindly—was

His webcam light flickered to life. On his screen, he didn't see his own face. He saw his room, but it was different. In the reflection of the monitor on his screen, he saw himself sitting there, but "Mirror-Elias" wasn't looking at the computer. He was looking at the door behind him. In the software, the door was slowly creaking open.