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The woman sat down, her silhouette sharp against the glowing water. She turned to the camera, her expression suddenly soft, the laughter replaced by a quiet, heavy kind of peace. She began to say something—a name, a secret, a goodbye—but the video cut to black. The clip was only twelve seconds long.

The camera was shaky, held by someone running through a field of tall, dry grass. The sun was setting, casting long, orange fingers across the landscape. In the center of the frame was a young woman with a mess of dark curls, laughing as she looked back over her shoulder. VID-WA5.mp4

Elias looked at his phone. He had no memory of being there. He didn't know the woman. But as he hit replay for the tenth time, he noticed something in the corner of the frame. Resting on a rock next to the woman was a leather satchel—the exact same one sitting on Elias’s desk right now, dusty and unopened for years. The woman sat down, her silhouette sharp against