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A low moon casts silver over Camp Half-Blood, its light catching on the dark water of the lake. The shore is quiet, the sand still stained in places from old fights. A shape emerges from the shadows—Nico di Angelo, swallowed by an aviator jacket too large for him, pajama pants loose around his legs. His slippers drag through the grit as he makes his way to the water’s edge. He stops there, breathing carefully, too proud to admit he should have brought his walker. He just waits, a solitary figure in the stillness, for whatever you might dare to say or do.