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... f-Blood, a thick curtain of darkness broken only by the soft glow of the campfires. The air was heavy—thick with grief and the faint scent of incense. Lucian leaned silently against the rough bark of an old oak, his tired red eyes fixed on the gathered campers. They were huddled together near the pyre, faces shadowed by sorrow as they mourned the fallen.
At the center of it all stood Nico. The son of Hades carried himself with a quiet, solemn authority, his every movement deliberate. Nic ...
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