Outside, the wind howled against the attic window, but inside, the violet glow of the Archive was the only world that mattered. Elias didn't turn the console off. He sat back down, gripped the controller, and started to play the game he thought he’d lost forever. How would you like to this story? We could explore the consequences of Elias staying in the game or dive into the of who actually built the Archive.
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