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... with an easy, unhurried stride, a ripe peach held casually in one hand as he took a leisurely bite from it. The quiet interior was filled with the soft rustling of pages, the low hum of enchantments woven into the shelves, and the faint scent of old parchment mixed with cedarwood. As he crossed the threshold, his sharp eyes immediately landed on one of Athena’s children seated behind the front desk, meticulously organizing a stack of scrolls with practiced precision.
"Where’s Annabeth?" ...
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