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Elias had found the file on an old cloud drive he hadn't accessed in years. The problem was, he had no memory of taking it. He didn't recognize the market, the city, or the woman. Yet, the date on the file metadata was from a summer he spent backpacking through Europe—a summer that remained a complete blank in his memory following a severe train accident that had left him in a coma.

Elias turned. An older man, a painter selling watercolors by the edge of the fountain, was watching him. Elias showed him the video. The painter's eyes crinkled with recognition. IMG_1643MOV

The painter sighed and shook his head. "She moved away many years ago. To study music in Paris, I think. People come and go, young man. This plaza just holds the echoes." Elias had found the file on an old