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  • Awaken

    Night dawns,Little is found but silence,Broken only by the gentle snores.Curtains are drawn, candles left half burntWheels come to a halt, shadows disappear into deeper darkness still.Yet I lay,awaken

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You can't choose your parentage. But you can choose your legacy.
— Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus