The video jerked to life. There was no sound, only jagged pixels of a man in a kilt and a woman with wild hair standing in a field of stones. But as Elias watched, the "LEG" in the filename—which he thought meant 'Legacy'—revealed its true meaning.

The progress bar crawled with agonizing slowness. 1%... 4%... 12%. Outside his window, the grey smog of New Edinburgh swirled. He imagined the Scottish Highlands the file was supposed to contain—vibrant greens, mist that didn't sting the lungs, and a love that survived centuries.

The episode ended abruptly at the ten-minute mark, cutting to black. Elias looked at the frozen image of the standing stones on his screen. He wasn't a fan of period dramas, but he was about to go on a journey through time after all.

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