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The late sun cuts through the pines of Camp Jupiter, stretching shadows over the gravel walkways. The air carries cut grass and the distant metallic tang of the forge, underscored by the steady rhythm of drills. Campers move in orderly rows, their purple banners fluttering. Then a streak of orange—a faded Camp Half-Blood shirt—breaks through the gray uniformity. Leo Valdez jogs into view, curls bouncing, a wide grin already on his face. He spots a familiar shape walking with two others, and his chest tightens. Months. It's been months. He waves wildly, then breaks into a sprint, paying no mind to the wary looks from older Romans who still remember the old conflicts. He collides with you in a hug, squeezing hard before pulling back to study their face. "Look at you, you've grown an inc…