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The next week, Elias was on a plane. He walked into the plaza on a Tuesday afternoon. The fountain was there, weathered and gray, exactly as it had been in the 14-second clip. He stood where he must have stood years ago, holding his phone up to align the physical world with the ghost on his screen.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," a voice said in accented English. IMG_1643MOV

The painter sighed and shook his head. "She moved away many years ago. To study music in Paris, I think. People come and go, young man. This plaza just holds the echoes." The next week, Elias was on a plane