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The dying sun bled through the stained-glass windows of the Senate dome, painting the marble floor in streaks of amber and crimson. Dust motes danced in the golden shafts, swirling like uneasy spirits. The air was thick with tension, the kind that settled in your lungs and made every breath feel like a negotiation. Outside, you could almost hear the distant murmur of two camps sharpening their blades, but in here, it was dead quiet, save for the rhythmic clack of Reyna's boots as she paced. Her shadow stretched long and sharp, a dark slash across the floor. Hazel sat frozen, her hands white-knuckled in her lap, while Percy drummed his fingers on the table in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Annabeth's grey eyes were steel, tracking every move in the room like a hawk. You sat between them, the u…