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... > But the sea did not wait for the living to catch their breath.
By dawn, the ruins of the harbor city had already begun to shift. Not because of the tides, but because the water itself refused to release what it had taken. Stone blocks floated like driftwood, whole streets groaned beneath the weight of salt pressing against them, and corpses hung suspended in the water, their eyes wide and glassy, as though watching something moving far beneath.
And beneath, Poseidon breathed. < ...
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