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The city he had drowned lay still, broken lanterns flickering in shallow lagoons, shattered beams drifting like bones. The air smelled of salt and smoke, and the seabirds circled hungrily, unbothered by prayers still echoing from collapsed temples.
Poseidon stood at the water’s edge, barefoot upon the ruined quay. Each step he took left ripples that spread too far, carrying out across the ocean as if the world itself waited for his command. His long hair, wet and heavy, clung to ...
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