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Elias tried to click the "X," but the button moved away from his cursor. Every time he tried to close the prompt, the "other" Elias in the mirror grew closer to the screen, his face pressing against the glass from the inside. The bruising purple light from the progress bar began to leak from the edges of his monitor, staining his desk. Madui‮.rar

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The progress bar didn’t move from left to right. Instead, it filled from the edges toward the center, glowing a deep, bruised purple. As it reached 100%, his speakers didn't emit the usual Windows chime. Instead, a soft, wet sound—like a heavy book being dropped into mud—thumped in the room. The bruising purple light from the progress bar