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... The drowned city lay half-submerged in its own ruin. Roofs jutted from brackish pools like gravestones. The market square was a lagoon where fish darted between shattered stalls. The bell tower—once the city’s pride—stood split and half-devoured, its drowned bronze tongue muffled beneath seawater.
And in the silence, Poseidon stood at the shoreline, barefoot on stones slick with salt.
The mortals had fled, those who could. The others were simply gone, pulled into the tide. But Po ...
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