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... uds rolled in—not the soft, painterly strokes of Zeus’s will, but storm-wracked titans of black and steel, pulled from the depths of seas Poseidon alone commanded. The golden spires of the mountain gleamed faintly beneath the looming storm, as though aware they were being buried under a sky that no longer belonged to them.
The throne hall echoed with voices of gods, rattled by what they had seen. Poseidon had risen. Not whispered in mortal tongues. Not conjured as an old name. But truly ...
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