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It was the silence that followed collapse, when walls broke, when lungs failed, when prayers turned to bubbles that could no longer rise. The drowned harbor lay beneath the black surface, broken towers and splintered ships stacked together in watery graves. Above them, the moon shone like a silver coin on Poseidon’s palm.
And Poseidon—no longer Dominic, no longer a vessel, but the tide given flesh—stood barefoot on the ruins of the seawall. His cloak of brine clung to him, drippi ...
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