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He was standing in the middle of the room, holding a stack of pristine, typed pages. He looked down at them. They detailed a route to a lost city. He had no idea what the words said. He looked at the machine.

Elias leaned closer to the glass viewing port. Inside the chamber, a violet light was scanning the ruined pages. The water damage began to evaporate, rising as a silver mist. The charred edges were knitting together, the carbon reversing, weaving back into paper.