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The sun’s final light poured like molten gold and rust over Half-Blood Hill, stretching shadows long and thin across the strawberry fields. The air hung thick with the scent of ripe fruit and crushed grass, the distant murmur of campers a soft hum on the warm breeze. You walked the gravel path, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. Tonight was the night. The confession you’d rehearsed endlessly sat heavy on your tongue, a tower of unspoken words poised to collapse. As you turned past the Demeter cabin’s plot, a peal of laughter cut the stillness — bright, effortless, free. You stopped dead. There, between the rows of green leaves, stood Percy. His arm was curled around Annabeth’s waist, her head tilted back in a laugh at something he’d said. They looked carved from…