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... , Poseidon felt it beating.
It was not his alone. It was not Thalorin’s. It was something vast, older even than memory—an echo of creation itself, drumming through the marrow of the sea. Every surge against the ruined shoreline carried that pulse, every tide that shifted inland carried his will.
But with each wave that obeyed him, Poseidon knew the truth: the gods were stirring.
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The Aftermath of the Harbor
The drowned city still bled salt. Roofs broke ...
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