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Then the screen went to static.

Beatrice noticed. Her calm cracked. “Oh,” she said, a small, surprised sound. “They’re here early.” Untitled Video

She looked down at her hand. She hadn’t noticed it before, but between her thumb and forefinger, the skin was cold. Numb. And when she held her hand up to the faint light from the attic window, she saw it: a hairline crack in the air itself, no wider than a thread, running from her palm up toward the ceiling. And at the very edge of her vision, just for a flicker, she saw a shape watching her from inside the gap. Then the screen went to static

Beatrice was staring directly into the lens. She wasn’t smiling. She was waiting. “Oh,” she said, a small, surprised sound

Elena closed the video file. She looked at the USB drive. Then, very carefully, she put it back behind the radiator. She wasn’t going to step through any doors today.

The video continued. Beatrice held up a small, polished stone, perfectly black, with a single thread of silver running through its core. “They told me not to record this. They said the watcher has to find it blind. But I was never good at following rules, was I?”

It had her grandmother’s eyes.