“I don’t know if you are real,” she typed, the clack-clack-clack echoing against the brick walls. “I don’t know if you are a god, a monster, or just another lonely soul throwing bottles into the sea. But the sky is screaming tonight, and I have nowhere else to put my fear.”
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The rivalry of the gods was a thing of fire and fury, loud and terrifying. But this—this was something else. This was a quiet war fought with ink and vulnerability. To answer her was to betray his station. To answer her was to admit he was not a god, but a man who was terrified of the dark.
Iris Winnow sat hunched over the machine, her fingers numb from the cold, her heart numb from the fear. She fed a blank page into the roller, the paper glowing faintly in the gloom. She was supposed to be writing a propaganda piece for the Oath Gazette , something to stir the blood and stiffen the spine of the city under siege.