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... nt Pavilion, he spotted two familiar figures waiting for him at the foot of the obsidian steps. Even from a distance he recognized them instantly—Persephone, serene and regal as ever, and Medea, whose very posture suggested a storm barely held at bay.
"Lucian!" Medea’s voice cracked through the air like a whip as she suddenly bolted toward him.
Lucian spread his arms open with a soft smile, ready to greet her, "Mother."
"Lucian!" she repeated, but this time her tone shift ...
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