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Elias laughed, a dry sound. "Nice touch. Very gothic." He opened it.

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The bar hit 100%. The "Complete" chime sounded like a silver bell in the silence. Elias right-clicked the file. Extract Here. Elias laughed, a dry sound

Elias tried to reach for the power button, but his hand wouldn't move. He felt a strange, magnetic pull toward the monitor. The pixels on the screen began to swirl, breaking away from the glass like digital dust, floating into the air of his room. The smell of old stone and ozone filled the air. Elias stepped forward into the flickering candlelight of

Elias didn't run. He couldn't. He watched as his own hands began to square off, his skin turning into a palette of sixteen distinct shades of tan and brown. He felt the weight of a leather whip manifest in his grip.