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The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the palace, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the Ithacan shore drifts in through an open door. In the corner, Argos stirs from his spot near the hearth, ears perking at the heavy footsteps that echo down the hall. Telemachus bursts into the room, his face flushed, chest heaving. His usually soft brown eyes are hard, his jaw clenched. He stops short when he sees you, and for a moment, his anger wavers—but then it returns, hotter than before. He opens his mouth, but no words come; instead, his gaze drops to the floor, and he kicks a small stool aside. Argos whines. Telemachus looks at you, his hands shaking. "You don't understand," h…