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... the random chatter of mortal tides, but whispers—intentional, unified, like thousands of voices murmuring in the same breath. And all of them spoke to one name.
Poseidon.
He stood at the edge of the drowned city, bare feet sinking into sand that was no longer sand, but memory itself—saturated with the screams, the prayers, the offerings, and the deaths of those swallowed by his rising tide.
The water around him was impossibly still, mirroring the stars above as though th ...
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