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The man slowly raised his head and looked directly up at the camera.

On the screen, the pixelated Elias did not smile. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, metallic object. He held it up to the lens. It was an old, silver pocket watch with a cracked glass face—a family heirloom that was currently sitting inside a velvet box in Elias’s top desk drawer. g7031.mp4

Elias froze. The face was heavily pixelated, a blur of gray and peach compression artifacts. But as the video played, the compression seemed to struggle, trying desperately to resolve the image. Slowly, frame by agonizing frame, the pixels began to align. A sharp nose emerged. A high forehead. Deep-set eyes. It was Elias’s face. The man slowly raised his head and looked

Elias stared at the screen, his hands shaking. He walked over to his desk and opened the top drawer. He picked up the velvet box and opened it. The silver pocket watch was there, its glass face perfectly intact. He held it up to the lens

"Don't go to the corner of Mason Street tomorrow," the voice rasped, the syllables clipped and metallic. "Delete the file. Do not look back."