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CHAPTER 3
They left the infirmary together, Annabeth leading him down the road on a loop through camp. It was a sunny, hot day.
His face was numb from the icepack covering it, and his chilled fingers had lost the feeling in them. He'd been...
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Chapter Two
He woke up, disappointment settling over him.
Last night was real.
It wasn't a dream. He closed his eyes again, shifting in his sleeping bag, taking a deep breath.
His head was throbbing, pressure radiating from his upper neck...
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Chapter One
The dinner horn sounded and he found himself walking towards the mess hall, just like Mr. D said he should.
His feet moved on autopilot. Left foot. Right foot. Repeat. Don't think about it.
Demigods.
This whole mess started...