Elias held his breath. On the screen, a hand—his own hand, smaller and unscarred—reached into the frame and placed a handwritten note on top of the chest. The camera zoomed in until the shaky cursive filled the monitor. “Don’t forget where you hid the key,” it read.
Elias looked down at his desk. Taped to the underside of the mahogany drawer was a small, rusted piece of iron he’d kept for two decades without knowing why. download/view now ( 67.51 MB )
He looked back at the file properties. The timestamp on the 67.51 MB video was dated tomorrow. Elias held his breath
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