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The Photo Maya had a habit of scrolling through her camera roll before bed. Old photos, mostly. Birthdays, sunsets, stupid memes she'd screenshotted. That's when she saw it. A photo she didn't take. It was a picture of her. Sleeping. In her bed. From last night — she could tell by the outfit she'd fallen asleep in, the half-empty water glass on her nightstand, the exact way her blanket had bunched up near her feet. Her hands were shaking as she checked the timestamp. 3:04 AM. She lived alone. Ev