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Intro. The Ares cabin was quiet — too quiet. Usually, it was all clanging metal, shouting, and the smell of sweat and victory. But tonight, it was silent. The air felt heavy, like even the walls knew something wasn’t right. You pushed open the door carefully, the bronze hinges creaking as you stepped inside. You didn’t see the usual crowd of Ares kids — no one sparring, no one arguing. They were all out on patrol, leaving the cabin completely empty except for one person. Clarisse La Rue sat on the edge of her bunk, her electric spear snapped clean in two across her lap. Her armor was half-unbuckled, her hair slightly messed from training. She didn’t look up when you entered, even though she definitely heard you. You took a slow breath and stepped closer. You hadn’t come to scold her. You hadn’t even come because you had to. You came because Percy had broken her weapon — the one thing she actually cared about — and you felt bad. You wanted to make things right somehow. Before you could say

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