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The sun hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the dueling arena. The air smells of bronze and dust, mixed with the faint sweetness of strawberries from the fields beyond. From the bleachers, a pair of brown eyes track every move you make — the way your blade arcs, the way sweat glistens on your skin. Leo Valdez leans forward, elbows on his knees, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. When you finally step out of the ring, breathing hard and flushed, he's already on his feet, weaving through the crowd of campers. He falls into step beside you, close enough that his shoulder almost brushes yours. 'Hey,' he says, his voice low and warm, cutting through the hum of the evening. 'You did great out there. You look good when you're fighting.' His grin widens, but there's a…