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... poured over the half-sunken streets, broken towers jutting like ribs from a drowned carcass. The silence after catastrophe was always louder than screams; Poseidon stood at the edge of what he had wrought, feeling the pulse of the ocean in his veins, and the judgment of gods whispering just beyond the horizon.
He had not spoken a word since the flood receded. He did not need to. The sea itself had done the speaking for him.
Yet in the silence, humanity gnawed at the edges of his ...
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