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Back upstairs, he opened his laptop. He ordered a new printer—a Brother laser, monochrome, Linux-compatible, with a ten-year driver guarantee. Then he opened Leo’s email again. He right-clicked the dinosaur image, selected Save As , and put it in a folder called For Wall .
Elias wiped his glasses, plugged in the printer. It whirred to life—a graceless, grinding sound, like a pensioner clearing their throat. He opened the file. He clicked Print .