"And what's that?"
The recall hit Elias at 3:14 AM. Not a phone chime or a knock—a dent in his sternum, pulling him north. He didn't own a car, didn't have a pass, but the Proxy didn't care. He dressed in the dark, walked twelve blocks to the Zalmos Arch, and pressed his palm to the reader. zalmos proxy
The Arch didn't scan him. It absorbed him. "And what's that
"You're late," he said.
The god smiled. It was the saddest thing Elias had ever seen. didn't have a pass
The door sighed open.