He watched the screen as a version of himself—older, grayer, and wearing a coat he didn't own—walked into the frame. The "Elias" on the screen sat down at the very desk where the real Elias now sat. The digital Elias began to type, his fingers moving in a frantic, rhythmic blur. Elias looked down at his own hands. They were trembling.
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11:42 PM: Why is the air so cold? 11:43 PM: I shouldn't have opened this. 11:44 PM: He’s looking at the screen now.
As a digital archivist, Elias was used to corrupted files and ancient formats, but this was different. When he opened the file on his e-reader, the screen didn’t show a title page or a table of contents. Instead, it displayed a live feed of a room he recognized instantly. It was his own study. But it was empty.