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Elias pulled the plug on his machine, but the oak door remained on his screen, the scratching sound continuing in the dark of his room, no longer coming from the speakers, but from the wall right behind his desk.

Elias leaned in. A shadow moved under the door. On the audio feed, a soft, rhythmic scratching began—the sound of someone writing with a fountain pen on thick paper.