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I hit Enter. The wheel spun. Not the impatient, loading-wheel of a bad connection, but the slow, deliberate turn of a system digging through digital catacombs. “All Categories.” That was the dangerous part. That’s where the dead go to leave their fingerprints.

I clicked.

I clicked. The site was stark white. Black text, Courier font. A single sentence centered on the page: Searching for- rebecca ferraz in-All Categories...

A single link. No preview, no description, just a raw URL: www.quietlight.org/ferraz

“That’s the wrong question.”

“Type your question. She will answer once. You will not get a second chance.”

I sat in the dark of my studio apartment. The only light was the screen. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator and the distant wail of a train. I hit Enter

Outside, the first streetlight flickered and went out. Somewhere, a phone that had been silenced for three years began to ring.