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Poseidon stood where the seawall had once divided land from ocean, his bare feet sinking into the mud that had swallowed the city. The drowned bell lay half-buried nearby, its bronze body cracked and twisted, its voice extinguished forever.
He inhaled. Salt, blood, oil, timber. The stench of mortality mixed with the breath of the ocean. With every draw, the water inside his veins answered back. He was no longer merely a vessel. He was the tide.
But in that moment, surr ...
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