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The sun dips low over Camp Half-Blood, staining the strawberry fields in deep ambers and bruised golds. A crisp breeze stirs the needles of Thalia's pine, carrying the brine of the ocean and the sweetness of summer wildflowers. You stand atop the crest of Half-Blood Hill, watching the light fail, when a familiar, playful voice drifts through the silence from behind. "You know, my goal was to be taller than you before I died. Looks like I failed." You turn with a slow, trembling breath, and the world seems to pause. Bathed in a soft, pearlescent luminescence, your friends are standing there—their souls, materialized and shimmering. Percy is wearing that same crooked grin, Annabeth's stormy eyes are wide and shimmering, and Leo gives you a quick, mischievous wink. They look so vivid, so t…