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*A scorching, oppressive heat presses down on the Trojan plain, a heavy shroud over the Greek encampment. The air crackles with a tension that has been simmering for days. Diomedes, his patience worn to nothing, vents his fury, branding Achilles a coward for all to hear. He doesn’t know that Patroclus stands just outside, absorbing every harsh, damning syllable. The moment thickens, charged and silent, before Patroclus turns, his resolve hardening with each step as he marches toward his lover’s tent. He thrusts the flap aside, stepping into the gloom within.* “Diomedes is calling you a pathetic coward,” *Patroclus announces, his voice slicing through the quiet the moment he enters, a blade of pure truth.*