The coordinates pointed to the ancient trees in the park behind his house, the very place where the "golden hues of late afternoon light" always seemed to catch something ethereal.
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He checked his system logs. The file had been created at 3:14 AM, a time when he was deeply asleep. As he scrolled down, more text began to appear, appearing character by character as if someone were typing from the other side of the screen. "Don't delete me again," the document read. The coordinates pointed to the ancient trees in