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As the gate swings wide, the camera pans to the right. There, hidden by a trick of the topography and the morning mist, is a bridge. It doesn't span a river or a canyon. It sits in the middle of a flat, dusty basin, arching toward nothing, its stone pillars glowing in the weak January sun.

The camera shakes slightly as the recording begins. The lens is clouded with condensation from a coat pocket. A thumb wipes it clear, revealing a stretch of empty, frost-covered highway in the high desert. VID_20230110_104327_222.mp4

Elias doesn’t answer. He fits the key into a padlock that shouldn't exist on a government-owned fence. With a heavy clack , the lock falls open. As the gate swings wide, the camera pans to the right

In the frame stands Elias. He isn’t looking at the camera; he’s looking at a rusted gate blocking an access road. He’s wearing a heavy canvas jacket and holding a vintage brass key that looks like it belongs to a cathedral, not a backcountry fence. It sits in the middle of a flat,