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The violet haze from the video began to leak out of Elias’s monitor, smelling like ozone and old paper. The last thing Elias felt was the cold weight of a gold-thread sari brushing against his arm as the room around him dissolved into the sights, sounds, and smells of the market. The camera panned left
Panic surged. Elias grabbed his mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. On the screen, the "Other Elias" smiled sadly. The "Other Elias" looked directly into the lens
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.
Behind the counter sat a man who looked exactly like Elias. Same receding hairline, same silver-rimmed glasses, same nervous habit of tapping a pen against his thumb.