The camera was moving. Not held by a hand, but gliding smoothly, like a drone or a stabilized rig. It passed a parked sedan, a child’s bicycle left on a lawn, and stopped in front of a house with a blue door. Elias felt a cold prickle on his neck. That was his house.
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In the video, the room was dark. Then, a light flickered on. A figure appeared at the desk—Elias himself, seen from behind. He saw the back of his own head on his monitor, watching the back of his own head in the video. The camera was moving