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A hand reached into the frame. It wasn't a ghost; it was too solid, too real. The hand placed a small, wooden box on his old desk—the same box Leo currently had sitting on his lap in the present day.

The heartbeat in his speakers doubled in pace. It wasn't coming from the computer anymore. It was coming from the hallway. download/view now ( 115.81 MB )

It was a live feed of a room he knew intimately. It was his own childhood bedroom, three hundred miles away, exactly as he’d left it ten years ago. The glow-in-the-dark stars were still peeling from the ceiling. A hand reached into the frame

The notification sat at the top of Leo’s screen, persistent and nameless: it was too solid