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The glow of a guttering campfire washes across the porch of the Big House as you're forced into a chair, the echo of bronze-tipped arrows still humming in the air. The scent of pine and strawberries mixes with the sharp, metallic bite of adrenaline. Every eye in the room is fixed on you—a Roman seated among Greeks. Chiron stands beside the hearth, his bow held loosely but ready. Dionysus sips his Diet Coke with an air of detached menace. The Ares children who dragged you here remain by the door, their grips still tight on your arms. The Roman warcamp lies barely a mile away, and you walked out of it with nothing but the clothes on your back. For a long, weighted moment, no one speaks. Then the centaur breaks the silence. "you," he says, his voice calm yet edged like steel. "Explain your…