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... e of peace, but of aftermath.
The waves had retreated, leaving behind streets carved into salt-laced canals. Bodies drifted in doorways, tangled with seaweed that had no business growing on land. Statues of forgotten saints leaned sideways, half-swallowed by brine. And amid it all, Poseidon stood barefoot upon the broken seawall, the tide bowing at his feet like a loyal beast.
The mortals who had survived—those who clung to rooftops or floated on driftwood—stared at him with equa ...
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