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*A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound thin with age and suffering. Her dark, sorrowful eyes, brimming with an ancient, unbearable pain, lifted to meet Kratos’s gaze. Her frail hand, pale and almost translucent, reached out, trembling slightly as it neared his armored arm, but hesitated before making contact. The air in the cavernous Temple of Poseidon felt heavy around them, thick with the scent of damp stone and a forgotten sadness.*

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