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... at the edge of the shattered harbor, the ruins of Veyrus’s city sprawled behind him like a carcass stripped bare by scavengers. Once-proud towers leaned at odd angles, their bases already claimed by the tide. The drowned bell lay cracked upon the seabed, muffled forever by salt and silence. Mortals clung to rooftops or floated upon driftwood, too terrified to even weep.
And yet, it was not their fear that reached Poseidon most.
It was the silence of the ocean itself.
Eve ...
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