The Messenger's Heart
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Gods are not supposed to love mortals. He knew it. He had seen what happened when others tried: tragedy, punishment, curses etched into bloodlines. And yet, each time she smiled at him, each time her hand brushed his, Hermes felt something stir-a warmth he had carried in countless myths but never truly owned himself. One evening, she caught him staring. "What?" she asked, tilting her head. Hermes hesitated. Then, for once, he told the truth. "I am not who you think I am. My name is Hermes. God of travelers, thieves, storytellers... and messengers."
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