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... gainst the white stone. The gods conversed like old friends in the sun, laughing and smiling as if eons of grudges had never existed. The breeze carried the soft chiming of harps and the scent of nectar. No tension. No conflict.
My instincts screamed at me that none of this was right.
Hermes turned and approached me first, arms open wide.
"Akhon! There you are," he said, grinning with an easy charm. "You disappeared after the last Council session. Dreamwalking again, huh? ...
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