tiny golden wheels and gears turning lazily upon metal rods. mechanical pieces. small and intricate. glittering in the sunlight.

reveal

the gears are turning within an antique desk clock sitting on a book shelf, a small pendulum swinging back and forth behind the glass housing.

the room is barren except for a pair of open suitcases and a bed that's been stripped. sitting on the mattress is .

julia levin

a piece of developing paper is slipped into the tray basin.

julia gently rocks the basin back and forth. a picture starts to manifest on the paper.

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julia leans forward to get a better view of the developing picture. an image is slowly forming -- carousel horses, the vague outlines of poles and children.

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the picture has come into view. the carousel. the children laughing as they ride the horses.

and something else .

an irregularity. a dark form in the center of the carousel.

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julia takes the picture out of the developing basin.

we move into the photo - there's a dark shape standing in the middle of the carousel. blurred and indistinct. almost like a

a darker spot enclosed by pine trees. a few birds are singing overhead.

paul enters the forest, pushing back branches, following the trail of discarded metal until he freezes . his eyes staring directly ahead at .

clumps of black