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At work, I noticed something impossible. The photo… appeared on my desktop. I had never transferred it. I showed it to my coworkers. “It’s just a street photo,” they said. “Nothing unusual.” Their dismissal made me doubt myself. But I could feel it. Watching. Waiting. I deleted the photo from my phone. I deleted it from my desktop. Everything. Gone. Curiosity got the better of me. I stared, searching for a clue. And then it happened.