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... disturb. The seam between worlds had closed, but its echo lingered like smoke caught in the rafters. Zeus stood on the upper terrace, the winds folding around him, the thunderheads beneath like a restless army waiting for command.
He closed his eyes.
The visions came fast, jagged and cruel. Futures breaking against him like glass. The vote in the void wasn’t hidden from him—he felt the weight of it pressing down already, old powers shifting, whispering the same word: death.
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