A projector

As soon as Elliot stepped through the threshold, lights flickered on above him. Then, without warning, a projector whirred to life, casting a flickering image onto the far wall. Dust swirled in the beam of light. A man appeared on screen—weathered face, white hair, tired eyes. “Hello Elliot,” he said. “If you’re seeing this, then I’m gone. And there’s something you deserve to know.”
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