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Elias zoomed in. Reflection in the side mirror showed a pair of sunglasses resting on a dashboard, and in the dark lens of those glasses, he could just barely make out the silhouette of the person holding the camera.

He expected a smoking gun, perhaps a scanned document or a incriminating screenshot. Instead, the image that filled his monitor was breathtakingly ordinary, which somehow made it worse. 9AF3B32C-76D4-4601-A761-1ED072647942.jpeg

For hours, Elias ran the image through geographical databases. He searched for the architecture of the tower, the specific species of the yellow wildflowers, and the curve of the highway. Just before midnight, a match popped up on a satellite mapping forum. It was a stretch of road in the Scottish Highlands, miles from any major town. Elias zoomed in

In his line of work as a digital forensic recovery specialist, most files were mundane. They were spreadsheets of forgotten expenses, blurry vacation photos, or duplicates of tax forms. But this one was different. It sat alone in a partition that had been intentionally, aggressively corrupted. Someone had tried to burn this specific memory to the ground. Instead, the image that filled his monitor was