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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.

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

"That's when I was lonely." Zalmos slurped a noodle. "Sit." He woke on his knees in a hallway of polished lead

"Yes," Zalmos agreed. He reached over and gently touched Elias's wrist. "But you won't need a body where you're going. You'll need something else." Behind: a wall of weeping stone

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

The Arch didn't scan him. It absorbed him.