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For the first three minutes, nothing happened. The only sound was the low, rhythmic thrum of a ceiling fan, just out of sight. Then, a hand entered the frame. It wasn't a human hand—it was translucent, shimmering like oil on water. The hand placed a small, silver key on the windowsill and traced a symbol in the condensation on the glass. When Elara double-clicked it, the screen didn't show