The door sighed open.
"You recalled me at 3 AM."
"Zalmos."
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. The door sighed open
Elias picked up the card. It was warm. No—it was waiting . didn't have a pass