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One by one, the images filled his screen. They were more than just wallpapers; they were windows.

When he woke up the next morning, the apartment was empty. The computer was still on, but the wallpaper had changed. The footprints on the screen no longer led toward the trees. They led back toward the door, which was now firmly shut.

The cursor hovered over the file labeled One by one, the images filled his screen

On the rug beneath Elias’s desk, there was a small, melting pile of fresh snow.

It was a close-up of a heavy oak door, slightly ajar. A single set of footprints led away from the camera, toward the treeline. Elias found himself staring at the resolution—so crisp he could see the individual flakes of frost on the iron hinges. He set it as his background. The computer was still on, but the wallpaper had changed

was a sprawling lodge of dark timber, surrounded by a frozen lake that reflected a violet sunset. Image 65 , the final one, was different.

showed a small cedar shack tucked under the heavy boughs of a spruce tree, its windows glowing with a low, amber light. The cursor hovered over the file labeled On

Elias had downloaded it on a whim during a particularly humid July night in the city. Now, as the first real snow of December began to blur the world outside his window, he finally clicked "Extract."