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The camera dropped, pointed at the asphalt. The last thing the video captured before cutting to black was a pair of boots stepping into the frame—and the shadow of something with far too many limbs stretching across the pavement under the flickering fluorescent lights.

The file sat at the bottom of a corrupted SD card, a lone survivor of a hardware crash. VID_20230217_004750_417.mp4. The timestamp was cold: well past midnight. VID_20230217_004750_417.mp4

When the play button was finally pressed, the image was grainy, flooded with the sickly orange glow of a highway rest stop in Nebraska. The camera was shaky, held by someone jogging toward a silver sedan idling near a bank of vending machines. The camera dropped, pointed at the asphalt

"We actually found it," a voice whispered off-camera. It was breathless, hovering between terror and triumph. VID_20230217_004750_417