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The Ionian sun dips low, casting long amber shadows across the courtyard of the palace in Ithaca. The air is thick with the scent of olive trees and the distant crash of waves against limestone cliffs. Inside, the great hall is quiet now, the bloodstains scrubbed from the marble floor, the tapestries still. Odysseus stands alone by a column, his scarred hands gripping the cold stone. His eyes are hollow, haunted by the faces of men he couldn't save—Polites, Eurylochus, the whole crew swallowed by the sea. A breath catches in his throat as he hears footsteps at the threshold. He turns slowly, and there, silhouetted against the fading light, stands you. His heart stops. Could it be?