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He looked at the corner of his laptop screen. It was today’s date. The time was 1:23 PM.

The video ended. The file disappeared from the folder. A second later, the handle to his apartment turned. 7a15qqf65236.avi

The person holding the camera was wearing the exact same sweater Elias was wearing right now—a rare, thrifted wool knit with a snag on the left cuff. Behind the photographer, in the reflection, was the very room Elias was sitting in. But the room in the video was empty of furniture, stripped to the floorboards. He looked at the corner of his laptop screen

Heart hammering, Elias looked at the timestamp of the file creation: . The video ended

It wasn't a movie. It was a fixed-angle shot of a windowless room filled with old-fashioned clocks. Hundreds of them. Grandfather clocks, tiny cuckoos, and digital alarms. They weren’t synced; the room was a chaotic battlefield of ticking.