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On screen, the camera panned to a small wooden box sitting on a table. It looked like the box he kept under his bed—a memory-box of ticket stubs and postcards. The woman in the footage reached inside and pulled out a photograph. It was a picture of Arjun at a beach he'd visited three years ago, a photograph only he, Nila, and a handful of others had ever seen. His heart hammered so loudly he could hear it as a bass line under the faint hum of the laptop fan. At 2:12 a

A message scrolled across his screen in plain text: "Do not share. If you share, they will know you have looked." Forget

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