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The night over Camp Jupiter was crisp and quiet, the air tinged with the scent of dry grass and the distant, whispering flow of the Tiber. A blanket of stars stretched overhead, their cold light glinting off the bronze standards atop the barracks. On the hillside, where the earth was soft, two shadows sat close. Jason Grace, his broad shoulders outlined against the sky, tilted his chin upward, his blond hair silvered by starlight. The scar on his lip appeared as a faint, pale line in the gloom. He let the silence linger, a tangible space between you filled with unsaid things. When he finally turned, his blue eyes held a storm of conflict. He cleared his throat, the sound rough in the stillness. "you," he said, his voice low and graveled with emotion, "I wish you were born a girl." The wor…