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... as almost gone, swallowed by roots and moss, but she remembered each bend and turn as if the stones themselves whispered her way forward. The ruins appeared at last—tumbled columns, their fluted edges worn smooth by centuries, and a cracked altar half-hidden beneath ivy. The air here felt different, still heavy with the residue of a worship long abandoned, but also strangely untouched by Olympus’ current suffocating order.
She paused at the threshold of the main hall—or what was left of ...
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