The progress bar crawled. 10%... 40%... 80%. When it finished, a single folder appeared. Inside weren't photos of dances or love letters. Instead, there were eight audio files, each labeled with a room number from the old west wing of the school. He clicked the first one: .
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At first, there was only the low hum of a radiator. Then, a voice—flat and rhythmic—started reading a list of names. Elias froze. The third name was his own. The recording didn't sound like it was from 2014; it sounded like it was being recorded right now , the static mimicking the exact frequency of the white noise machine sitting on his own nightstand. The progress bar crawled