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... ce of peace, but the kind that comes when predators circle in the deep, the pause before teeth strike again. Broken ships bobbed in the tide like driftwood. The air reeked of salt, blood, and old timbers.
Poseidon stood at the edge of what had once been the city’s market square. It was no longer a square. It was a lagoon, lanterns still flickering beneath the surface as though the drowned fire refused to go out. His reflection stretched long and strange across the water, rippling as if h ...
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