Next he followed a trail to a cloud storage link buried in a pastebin. The file name matched: zig_zag_1_extra_quality.FLAC. His heart beat faster. FLAC meant lossless; lossless meant something close to the original. He hesitated. The upload was public, unguarded, the kind of digital artifact that made archivists giddy and copyright lawyers grimace. He knew the ethics were messy, that some recordings deserved recovery and others had been hidden for good reasons. He told himself this was research, and that research was a neutral verb.