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"I need you to deliver something," Zalmos said.

The god smiled. It was the saddest thing Elias had ever seen.

"And what's that?"

Elias sat. The chair was too small, child-sized, his knees brushing the table's underside. He'd been a Proxy for eleven years. He'd delivered ultimatums to presidents, carried sealed whispers into volcanoes, once held a dying star in his bare hands until it agreed to go dark. But instant noodles at 3 AM—that was the hardest.

"Myself. Thirty years ago." Zalmos finally looked up. His eyes were not an actuary's eyes. They were deep wells where logic went to drown. "Before I became... this." zalmos proxy

"To whom?"

"What is it?"

The door sighed open.