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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.

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

"Someone who remembers what it felt like to be mortal." carried sealed whispers into volcanoes