His finger hovered over the mouse. Sister Michael leaned closer. “Is it safe?”

There it was.

Arjun hadn’t slept in thirty hours. The server logs blinked like angry red fireflies in the darkened IT closet of St. Jude’s Parish School. Sister Michael stood behind him, her wimple casting a shadow that looked like a disapproving mountain range.

Arjun’s heart thumped. The Internet Archive. The digital library of Alexandria, preserved in amber. He navigated to the site, past the banners of old GeoCities pages and abandoned Flash games. He typed the identifier.