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He had been falling down a rabbit hole for three hours. It started with a search for "best sourdough starter temperature" and somehow ended on a digitized archive of 19th-century maritime maps.

It was a window into a place that had been deleted by everything but his own storage folder. Screenshot_20221218_110753_Chrome.jpg

He didn't know it then, but that single image would be the only evidence left. When he tried to show his sister an hour later, the website was gone. The URL led to a "Domain For Sale" landing page. The maritime archive didn't exist in any database. He had been falling down a rabbit hole for three hours

He didn't want to lose the page. He didn't want to risk the browser crashing or the tab refreshing into a 404 error. With a quick, practiced motion, he swiped his palm across the screen. Click. He didn't know it then, but that single

Elias felt a prickle of electricity on his neck. His grandfather had been a keeper at a station three towns over until it was automated in the eighties. The old man used to mutter the exact same phrase into his tea whenever the fog rolled in.