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Elara slammed the laptop shut, severing the connection. She sat in the sudden darkness, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

She scrolled deeper. There were image files—blurry photos of street corners where someone considered turning left but went right instead. There were audio clips of silence, representing the seconds people waited on hold, too afraid to speak to customer service about a bill they couldn't pay. traphub