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The cursor blinked steadily at the end of the search bar, reflecting in Arthur’s tired eyes. It was 3:00 AM, and the digital archive he was digging through was a mess of broken links and corrupted directories. Then, he found it. A single, unassuming hyperlink sitting at the bottom of an abandoned forum page. Arthur clicked it.

Arthur’s heart hammered against his ribs. That was his exact schedule from three years ago. He scrolled down to the second page. It was a collection of grainy, black-and-white photographs taken from the treeline across the street from his driveway. They showed him scraping ice off his windshield, checking his mail, and laughing on the phone. Download File 11-02-23-monta.pdf

The browser's loading wheel spun lazily before the download completed. He clicked the file to open it, expecting a technical manual or a boring corporate report. Instead, his screen filled with a high-resolution, hand-drawn map of his own neighborhood. The cursor blinked steadily at the end of