“Part one,” Elias whispered, his voice cracking from weeks of isolation. “Why only part one?”
The terminal blinked with a sickly green rhythm. Outside, the winds of the Desolation Plain howled against the reinforced glass of the outpost, but inside, the only sound was the frantic tapping of Elias’s fingers.
He looked up. The reflection in the outpost window wasn't his own. It was the translucent figure from the image, standing right behind him, holding a drive labeled part2 .
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