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... shatters.
Every god and goddess sat frozen, backs ramrod straight, expressions somewhere between reverence and abject panic. Even Dionysus, who was normally halfway into his second wine bath by now, had sobered up enough to hide behind a nymph statue.
Hespera floated forward with the calm certainty of someone who knew the room belonged to her.
And the room knew it too.
The marble under her feet refused to echo. The columns straightened. The walls stopped creaking. ...
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