Marco's blood went cold. He was the last archivist of Turin. No one else knew that. The dome's council had erased the title three months ago.
For three seconds, the screen showed a recursive tunnel of screens, infinite Marcos, all leaning forward. Marco's blood went cold
Marco's door opened by itself.
He double-clicked the file.
And now they knew his name.
The final frame: a close-up of the child's old eyes. Text appeared, letter by letter: Marco's blood went cold
The real Marco watched the fake Marco watch the same movie he was watching. Marco's blood went cold