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... iss of foam breaking across jagged rocks; it was an unending hymn—low, rumbling, ancient. Every current carried whispers, every droplet seemed alive, swirling with memory and power. Dominic—no, Poseidon—stood barefoot on the black sand shore of a forgotten isle, staring at the horizon where the sun bled gold across the ocean.
For the first time since his reincarnation, he didn’t feel like he was borrowing another man’s name. The sea bowed to him, rolled for him, breathed with him. He was ...
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