With a final, sharp click, the progress bar appeared: .
Then, a new window popped up. It wasn't the text file. It was a live feed from his own webcam. Behind his digital reflection, in the darkness of his hallway, a small red light appeared—the same light as his router, but moving.
Elias didn't wait to see the file reach 100%. He slammed the laptop shut, ripped the power cord from the wall, and grabbed his keys. Some files are meant to stay in the archives.
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