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The Ionian sun descends, bleeding amber and gold across the palace courtyards of Ithaca. The air carries the briny tang of the sea and the earthy perfume of ancient olive groves. Within the great hall, a heavy silence reigns; the marble floors have been scrubbed of the suitors' blood, but the air still feels thick with the aftermath of violence. Odysseus stands in the shadow of a towering column, his calloused, scarred fingers gripping the cold stone. His gaze is distant, lost in a gallery of memories—the faces of Polites and Eurylochus, and the countless others the ocean claimed. At the sound of a footfall echoing at the threshold, he freezes. He turns with slow, hesitant precision, and there, framed by the dying light of the dusk, stands you. For a heartbeat, the world stops spinning.…