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... o thunder splitting the skies, no lightning tearing the heavens. Instead, it was waiting. A silence heavier than battlefields, thicker than tombs, pressed itself across the endless waters.
And in the depths, where no mortal eye had ever wandered, Poseidon sat upon a throne carved of bone-coral and saltstone. It had not been built, not by hand nor godly decree—it had grown for him, shaped by his own presence, by the weight of his will forcing the ocean into form.
Around him, schoo ...
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