The player went black. Then, the audio started. It wasn't the usual distorted hum of old tapes. It was silence. Pure, heavy, pressurized silence.
Mateo sat in the dark, his chest heaving, sweat stinging his eyes. The laptop screen was dark. He reached out, his hand shaking, and pressed the spacebar to see if it was over.
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