He looked back at the laptop. On the closed lid, a small, red LED he had never noticed before began to blink in time with his racing heart.
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The reflection raised a hand—not to its own face, but toward the edge of the screen, as if trying to find a grip on the bezel to pull itself out. He looked back at the laptop