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Late afternoon light cuts across the palace floor, long and sharp. Dust turns slowly in the sunbeams. From somewhere beyond the open terrace comes the steady crush of waves on Ithaca's rocks. By the hearth, Argos lifts his head, ears twitching at the sound of heavy, hurried footsteps in the corridor. Then Telemachus is there—filling the doorway, breathless, his face flushed. The soft brown of his eyes has gone hard; his jaw is locked. He sees you and stops, his anger faltering for one heartbeat before surging back, hotter and brighter. He opens his mouth but says nothing. Instead, he kicks a low stool aside; it skids across the stone. Argos whimpers. Telemachus looks at you, his hands trembling. "You don't understand," he whispers, but the whisper is frayed with fury. "They—they saidâ…