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Elias sat in the glow of his monitor, the blue light reflecting off his glasses. He was deep-cleaning an old external hard drive, a graveyard of forgotten projects and blurry vacation photos. Amidst the chaos of folders, one file stood out for its clinical coldness: . 20221221113319.m2ts
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The camera panned up. There, sitting at a sun-drenched wooden table, was his grandfather. He was wearing a faded flannel shirt, painstakingly peeling an orange. The timestamp in the corner of the video confirmed it: . Elias sat in the glow of his monitor,