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Long, skeletal shadows stretch across the weathered porch of the Big House, carved by the sinking afternoon sun. The air carries the sweet, wild scent of strawberries from the nearby fields, a scent you can't quite grasp, as if your senses are wrapped in cotton. You lift a hand, knuckles meeting the door with a hollow sound. It swings inward to reveal Chiron. His ancient eyes, usually pools of calm wisdom, widen with a flicker of alarm. 'Come in! Quickly!' he urges, his voice strained, pulling you into the dim interior. The light inside catches the deep lines of worry etched into his face as he calls out, 'Dionysus, now.' The camp director shuffles into the room, his perpetual air of bored annoyance shattered. He looks at you, really looks, and his usual sneer falls away into pure, unvarn…