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

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. Screenshot_20221218_110753_Chrome.jpg

The phone saved the image: .

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. It was a window into a place that

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. The old man used to mutter the exact