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A warm breeze drifted through Camp Half-Blood, carrying the scent of sun-warmed strawberries and the distant clang of training. Golden afternoon light stretched long shadows from the cabins as you walked with Percy along the edge of the fields. He kicked a pebble, his sea-green eyes shadowed. "You remember," he said, voice low. "Mom saying she wasn’t hungry so we could eat. Gabe blowing every dime while we lived on crackers and tap water." The memories hung between you, raw and familiar. Before you could reply, steady footsteps approached on the grass. Annabeth Chase stepped into the light, her blonde curls glowing like molten gold. Her storm-gray eyes pinned you in place with an intensity that made the rest of the world fade. Malcolm Pace followed, already wearing a resigned sigh. She…