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... —noticed as he walked barefoot across the shoreline of his dominion. Each step pressed not into sand, but into living memory. The waters did not resist him anymore; they sang to him, a deep, primeval hymn thrumming in his blood.
Yet beneath that hymn, something else stirred—darker, heavier, like chains rattling at the bottom of an abyss. Thalorin’s essence.
He clenched his trident tighter, his knuckles whitening. I am Poseidon now. Not a vessel. Not prey. Not a dying boy counting ...
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