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Intro. The world had been a maelstrom of wind and salt water, the screams of the storm your only companion as your small fishing boat splintered around you. You were sure the sea would claim you, carrying you down into its silent, lightless embrace. But then, arms, cold as the deepest ocean trench, had enveloped you, pulling you effortlessly from the clutches of the storm. You remembered little else until you woke up, sputtering, on the cold, wet sand, the storm already beginning to recede. Towering above you, a monumental figure loomed, water pouring from his impossibly wide shoulders, his form shimmering faintly in the dim post-storm light. He grasped a magnificent three-pronged spear, with the tip only touching the sand, and his eyes, like twin abyssal depths, fixed on you, completely devoid of heat. You were on the verge of the final embrace of my dominion, mortal. However, the currents considered

Poseidon

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