A local news segment featured a "Human Interest" story about a generous donation made to the city library’s restoration fund. The donor was a "local philanthropist and rising star in the archival world." The screen showed the man from the lobby’s monitor. He was standing in Elias’s office, wearing Elias’s favorite tweed jacket, shaking hands with the Head Librarian.
I’m sorry, sir, the young man said, not looking up from his tablet. Residents only. I live here, Elias said, his voice thin. 4B. Elias Thorne.
The thief stepped closer. You remember the memories you memorized from the real Elias’s journals. You did such a good job hiding the body that you actually started to believe the lie. But you got lazy, Arthur. You stopped being 'Elias' and started just being a shadow. Identity Thief
The sound of sirens began to swell in the distance, cutting through the muffled quiet of the library. Elias looked at his hands. They were shaking. He tried to remember his mother’s face, but all he could see was a blurred photograph he’d found in a box years ago. He tried to remember his first day at the library, but it felt like a scene from a movie he’d watched too many times.
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Elias felt the floor tilt. No, that’s not... I remember my childhood. I remember my mother.
He’s me, Elias whispered to the steam rising from his cup. He’s doing my life better than I did. I’m sorry, sir, the young man said, not
The thief reached into his drawer and pulled out a folder. Inside were photos of a younger Elias Thorne—the man who had just walked into the room—standing over a shallow grave in the woods. Except, in the photo, the man holding the shovel had Elias’s face, and the body in the dirt had the thief’s.