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Poseidon stood upon the half-submerged ruins, bare feet pressing into the cracked stone of what had once been a harbor square. Around him, the tide whispered against toppled pillars, dragging corpses and wreckage back into its depths. Lanterns floated like pale stars on the water’s skin.
He inhaled deeply, and the sea inhaled with him.
This was no storm he had unleashed—storms were wild, chaotic, fleeting. This was deliberate, calculated, the press of inevitability. He had l ...
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