As the gate swings wide, the camera pans to the right. There, hidden by a trick of the topography and the morning mist, is a bridge. It doesn't span a river or a canyon. It sits in the middle of a flat, dusty basin, arching toward nothing, its stone pillars glowing in the weak January sun.
Elias doesn’t answer. He fits the key into a padlock that shouldn't exist on a government-owned fence. With a heavy clack , the lock falls open. VID_20230110_104327_222.mp4
"Ten forty-three," Elias mutters, checking his watch. "Right on time." As the gate swings wide, the camera pans to the right
The filename "VID_20230110_104327_222.mp4" suggests a raw, unedited moment captured on a smartphone on . As the gate swings wide