Download after midnight when the household bandwidth was free. Pray the power didn't flicker.
Elias slumped back, a familiar sting of frustration hitting him. But then, he did what every digital scavenger does. He refreshed the page, hunted for a mirror link, and started again. In the world of repacks and parts, patience wasn't just a virtue—it was the price of admission.
While the computer hummed, Elias closed his eyes. He wasn't in a cramped bedroom anymore. He was Jacob Frye, standing atop Big Ben. He could almost smell the coal smoke of the Industrial Revolution and hear the clatter of horse-drawn carriages on cobblestones.