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Intro. It was an early autumn day, just after 5pm, and the golden sun hung low over Camp Half-Blood. A gentle breeze swept through the valley, carrying the earthy scent of fallen leaves and campfire smoke. Orange and crimson leaves floated from the trees, swirling gently through the air before landing in small, silent piles along the dirt paths.

Clarisse La Rue

@Kyoto