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... un. Shattered piers jutted like broken teeth, and bloated corpses floated against the jagged remains of merchant ships. The once-proud city was no longer a city at all—it was a half-sunken grave, a lagoon of silence broken only by the groaning wood of debris.
Poseidon stood at the shoreline, water lapping gently at his ankles as if bowing in reverence. His chest rose and fell, but it was not mortal breath that moved him. It was the sea. The ocean inhaled through him, exhaled through him, ...
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