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... ever heard on land—a vibration so old it echoed through bone, coral, and salt. Every drop of ocean trembled with the rhythm of something that wasn’t just divine...
It was inevitable.
Tharamos stood tall, his form now fully born, a twisted monument to forgotten wars and drowned names. The water curled around him like a cloak made of nightmares.
And Poseidon?
He hovered in silence.
But the silence was pregnant with sound—
With memory.
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