Elias felt a cold hand rest on his shoulder. He didn't dare turn around. He only watched the screen as his own reflection began to fade, turning into the grainy, sepia-toned texture of an old photograph, while the woman in the mourning dress grew more vivid, more colorful, and very, very real.
The screen went black. Then, slowly, the pixels began to knit together, not into a picture, but into a live feed from his own webcam. Except it wasn't his room. Hagme1840.part2.rar
Behind his reflection stood the same high-collared woman from Part 1. This time, her face wasn't blurred. She was staring directly at the back of Elias’s head, her eyes wide and wet with a century of waiting. Elias felt a cold hand rest on his shoulder
On the screen, a text box appeared: “Archive complete. Part 3: The Exchange.” The screen went black