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... drowned city lay behind Poseidon, its towers snapped like driftwood, its streets already claimed by the tide. What remained was silence, broken only by the hiss of water running back into the depths. Yet even in silence, the air trembled.
The god within him stirred.
Poseidon stood on the shattered seawall, barefoot, salt-soaked, his breath fogging the air despite the warm night. His chest rose and fell heavily. He was not just looking at the ruins of a city. He was staring at pr ...
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