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"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."

He woke on his knees in a hallway of polished lead. The air tasted of rust and burned rosemary. Ahead: a door without a handle. Behind: a wall of weeping stone. Elias knew the protocol. He closed his eyes, bit the inside of his cheek until copper flooded his mouth, and spoke the name he'd been bred to forget. zalmos proxy

"And what's that?"

"To whom?"

The card flared. The noodles went cold. And Elias—or whatever had once been Elias—folded into the space between heartbeats, carrying a message he was forbidden to read, to a god who hadn't yet learned that loneliness was the only thing that grew in the dark. "Myself

"Proxies can't time travel," Elias said. "The body comes apart." They were deep wells where logic went to drown

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