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Prologue

The Third War was nothing like we iined It didn't involve weapons of mass destruction

It wasn't even started by hu

We prayed without realizing it wasn't just God as listening

By the time we knew better, it was too late

We are now ruled by gods, and the world was never the saain

Excerpt taken from Dear God: A Post-3rd Diary

SUMMER HAD TURNED AGATHA'S office into a boiling-hot oven, and although all of the ere flung wide open, the only thing that bleas a cacophony of noise froe between a landlord and a shop owner, drivers i their horns in thesound from a construction site in the next block

Such disharh to ruin anyone's atha's relief at that moment all of it only sounded like lad that she couldn't evenfan hadspin, and its unti in her own fats

Agatha had been with Social Services since her first year out of college, and her first case at that tiirl named Halyna, whose parents' death had been ruled as fated It was a Post-3rd addition, and deaths in this category were considered thoroughly avoidable and autoation Fated deaths involved hu as a consequence

Children made orphan because of fated deaths were often seen as carriers of misfortune and left unadopted In Halyna's case, however, the child had been so tre her a match for adoption in a matter of months

She had hoped it was the last she would see of Halyna In her line of work, not seeing a for, and as the years went by, Agatha had eventually forgotten about little Halynauntil the call