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He looked at his hands. He had no memory of being at the pier that day. He had no memory of the woman. But as he glanced at the reflection in his darkened monitor, he saw a yellow slicker hanging on the hook behind him—dripping wet, though it hadn't rained in weeks.

She raised a hand, flashing a sequence of three numbers on her fingers——before the video cut to black. g4_01229.mp4

The file sat at the bottom of a corrupted drive, wedged between spreadsheets and blurry vacation photos. Elias clicked it. The player flickered to life, displaying a grainy, handheld shot of a rainy pier at dusk. There was no sound, only the visual hum of digital noise. He looked at his hands