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... rus’s drowned city to the furthest reaches of the horizon, the water rolled with a rhythm unlike anything mortals had known. Not the wind, not the moon, not the ancient currents governed by celestial balance — but Poseidon himself.
Every swell, every pulse, every silent lean of the tide carried his heartbeat.
And those who stood near the sea felt it. Sailors who tried to cast nets found themselves trembling with saltwater dripping from their eyes. Priests who attempted to call up ...
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