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... his stick like an afterthought. Now he stood alone on the muddy embankment, silhouetted by the sickle of moon, his hat askew and the amber at the tip of his staff bleeding thin green fire into the dark.
The wind guttered, and with it came that resonant chime, a vibration that crawled up Apollo’s legs and into his gut, sickly familiar and yet nothing he’d ever known in life or death.
From the other side of the river, the congregation of the temple pressed forward, their numbers s ...
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