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"Are you recording?" a voice asks from off-screen. It’s young, breathless, and punctuated by a laugh.

The screen flickered to life, the timestamp 18:15:09 burning in small white digits at the bottom corner. VID_20220808_181509_832(2).mp4

The lens swings wildly to the right, catching a blur of green hedge and stained concrete before settling on Maya. She’s standing at the edge of the old bridge, the one the city closed down years ago. She looks back over her shoulder, her hair caught in a messy knot, glowing like copper in the sunset. Behind her, the river is a sheet of hammered gold. "Are you recording