The violet haze from the video began to leak out of Elias’s monitor, smelling like ozone and old paper. The last thing Elias felt was the cold weight of a gold-thread sari brushing against his arm as the room around him dissolved into the sights, sounds, and smells of the market.
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Behind the counter sat a man who looked exactly like Elias. Same receding hairline, same silver-rimmed glasses, same nervous habit of tapping a pen against his thumb. The violet haze from the video began to