The sun hung lazily over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows through the amphitheater. Percy Jackson, his brow furrowed, sat at the base of a crumbling marble statue, wrestling with a history problem. The ink from his pen danced and swirled on the parchment, but the answer eluded him.
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