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Elliot kept the painting on his kitchen ledge. Sometimes he took it down and smiled at the smallness of the colors—how the neon bled a little when he looked too close. He never did find out who had recorded the videos or why they’d been sent. The link vanished after a week, the domain folding into the folded corners of the internet, like a rumor given body for a moment.