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No, don’t let me call myself that. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. Your fingers are even now as stiff as a schoolgirl’s. ’ ‘Believe me, she wouldn’t have cared. When I awoke I followed my instinct to Athena’s temple.
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