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He had been falling down a rabbit hole for three hours. It started with a search for "best sourdough starter temperature" and somehow ended on a digitized archive of 19th-century maritime maps.
It was a window into a place that had been deleted by everything but his own storage folder. Screenshot_20221218_110753_Chrome.jpg
Elias felt a prickle of electricity on his neck. His grandfather had been a keeper at a station three towns over until it was automated in the eighties. The old man used to mutter the exact same phrase into his tea whenever the fog rolled in. He had been falling down a rabbit hole for three hours
The filename Screenshot_20221218_110753_Chrome.jpg sounds like a digital ghost—a tiny fragment of a Sunday morning captured forever. Since I can't see the actual image, I’ve imagined the story behind what someone might have been looking at on December 18, 2022, at 11:07 AM. Elias felt a prickle of electricity on his neck
