Elias adjusted his glasses and opened the cover. Inside, there were no standard academic transcripts or disciplinary reports. Instead, he found a series of intricate schematic diagrams and photographic plates that seemed to shimmer slightly under the dim lamp. They depicted a young woman—designated "Paula"—but the more Elias looked, the more the image seemed to fracture.
Standing in the narrow aisle between the towering shelves of microfilm was a girl. She wore a pleated skirt and a blazer, dust motes dancing around her like snow. She looked exactly like the girl in the photograph, but she was translucent, flickering like a damaged film reel. School Models Paula Custom.68 --39-LINK--39-
He spun his chair around.