He paused the video. The timestamp read 00:27:14. On the frozen frame, Ser Hugh’s corpse had turned its head. It was looking at the camera too. Its mouth was open, not in a scream, but in a silent, perfect circle.
It began, as most bad ideas do, with a shared Google Drive link and a six-pack of cheap lager.
“Nope,” Leo said aloud.
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