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... tly, though there was no storm. Just tension—coiled and waiting.
Zeus sat near the edge of the high terrace, overlooking the endless skies below. His robe draped loosely over one shoulder, and the weight of the world felt unusually quiet tonight. The kind of quiet that always came before someone brought news that would ruin it.
And as expected, it came.
A golden blur zipped across the sky and landed on the marble tiles with a quick gust of wind.
Hermes straightene ...
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