The "Other Elias" reached under the counter and pulled out a hard drive. It was the same rugged, dented drive Elias had sitting on his real-world desk right now.
The "Other Elias" looked directly into the lens. He didn't look surprised. He looked exhausted.
The camera panned left. The person filming was walking through the crowd, their breathing heavy and rhythmic. They stopped at a stall labeled Slot 00005 .
Elias looked down. His digital watch was spinning. The seconds weren't ticking; they were screaming by. Outside his window, the sun rose and set in a blur of orange and black. Tuesday became Thursday. Thursday became Sunday.
A woman in a gold-thread sari handed a small, glowing vial to a teenager. As the boy drank, the camera zoomed in. Elias watched as the boy’s eyes changed color, shifting from brown to a piercing, electric blue. He looked relieved, as if a lifetime of grief had just been rinsed away.
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