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In the morning, Percy awoke with a violent start as someone yanked on his hair hard enough to rip out a few strands. He yelped, rubbing the stinging spot on his scalp, and glared at the perpetrator; Zoe. Of course. Percy sighed.

"I would appreciate it if you could go more than a few hours without attacking me, Lieutenant," he growled. The girl simply smirked.

"The train has stopped. We are leaving now," she said, gesturing to where Annabeth and Thalia had opened the metal curtain at the back of the freight car. Before he could slide out of the Mustang, however, a sudden impulse made him reach up and pull down the visor. A key fell out, along with a note.

The tank's full, emo boy. Have fun. Oh, and go see the Old Man of the Sea, Nereus, up in Frisco. He'll probably know what this Bane of Olympus thing is.

"What is that?" Zoe asked, staring at the piece of paper. Percy just smirked and stepped out of the car. He moved to the front of the vehicle, and grabbed onto the steel mesh wall of the train, pushing his fingers into the slots. Then, focusing on his powers over all things earthen, Percy began to pull.

The metal crumpled like paper, providing hardly any resistance as the Son of Hades walked the length of the Ford, tearing open a hole in the wall as easily as breathing. He stopped only when the hole was a little longer than the Mustang. Then, he stomped his foot, making the steel plating under the muscle car slide to the left, bringing it outside, and lowering the vehicle to the floor like an elevator. Percy glanced around at his astounded quest mates.

"Well?" he asked. "Let's go." He stepped out into the empty air. The panicked screams as he fell fifteen feet was music to his ears.

The Mustang handled like a dream. The engine roared with the might of a raging drakon every time he pressed the gas, and the turning of the tires was perfectly aligned with Percy's movements of the steering wheel. And it went fast.

For the past thirty minutes, the needle on the speedometer had not fallen below one-hundred and twenty miles per hour, much to the consternation of everyone else in the car. Percy, however, was too busy drowning in the thumping bass that rattled the windows of the Mustang. When he'd hooked his phone up to the aux cord, he found a new playlist on it, one which hadn't been there before. It was labeled Hard Trap Beats, and Percy just knew it was the work of the Sun God. Still, Apollo was the one who was responsible for their good fortune, so the demigod felt obliged to at least do this much.

Eventually, after Percy pulled a near ninety-degree drift around a curve, during which the back wheels kissed the ledge and the trunk hung off the mountain, Zoe grabbed onto his shoulder with an iron grip. She shouted something, but Percy could barely hear her. He read her lips, though, and it seemed pretty clear that she wanted him to slow down.

He sped up.

Unfortunately, it seemed that pushing the car to two hundred miles per hour had a way of draining the gas tank rather quickly. They ran on empty as the dirt alongside the road turned to sand, and the Mustang sputtered to a halt in the desert. Percy turned off the car and frowned.

"I distinctly remember that Son of Hephaestus advising us to avoid deserts," he murmured, popping open the door and stepping out. He placed a hand on the roof and simply stared at the enormous hill of scrap metal in front of them, which towered over the tiny town in front of it. Any comments the others might've had were ignored in favor of shakily stepping out of the car, quickly scrambling away from the metal coffin on wheels. Grover hobbled over to a pile of scrap and emptied his guts behind it.

"Where did you learn how to drive!?" Annabeth shouted.

"Did you even learn how to drive!?" Thalia barked, backing up her best friend. Percy eyed them exasperatedly.

"You're alive, are you not? Don't complain."

"I believe it is a valid question," Zoe muttered, leaning against the car as she tried- and failed- to calm her racing heart. "That… Was terrifying." She finally straightened up, glaring half-heartedly at Percy, before scanning the place. A frown tugged at her lips. "The Junkyard of the Gods. This is not an ideal place to be," she murmured quietly, though Percy still heard her.

"Is there something wrong with this place?" he asked.

"The items here have been discarded for a reason. Many of them are dysfunctional in ways that would be lethal to anything less than a god, while many more are cursed."

Percy rolled his jaw, thinking of what to say. "Perhaps it is better if we made camp for the night. It would not be wise to attempt travelling through the night, in case we step on something." Zoe nodded in agreement. They stepped away from the car, finding a relatively clear area (very far from where Grover had puked). Thalia, Annabeth, and Grover pulled sleeping bags from the stuffed duffel bags they'd brought with them when they left camp, Zoe pulled one out of her impossibly-small bag, and Percy summoned one from the shadows, where he'd stowed his own pack. Just as they were laying them out, however, the dazzling headlights of a vehicle washed over them. The five scrambled to the sides as the car- a bone-white limousine- pulled to a screeching halt in front of them. The door next to Percy opened, bronze glinted in the dusklight, and Percy reacted before his eyes could process what he was seeing. By the time his brain caught up, the blade of a massive broadsword was caught between his teeth. His tongue flicked out involuntarily, only for the strong metallic taste to make it recoil.

The owner of the sword pushed more as he stepped out of the car, forcing Percy to bend backwards to keep the blade from entering his mouth further. The man was tall, with broad shoulders and a buzzcut that emphasized his muscular stature. Scars cut gouges across his face, and he wore a cruel smirk. Even though he wore sunglasses, Percy could see his eyes glowing behind the dark lenses.

"Nice instincts, punk," Ares, God of War, said with approval. He chuckled at the deer-in-headlights expression on Percy's face, finally dropping his sword down to his side. Percy spat on the ground a few times, trying to clear the coppery taste out of his mouth, wiping his sleeve across his lips.

"Lord Ares," Percy greeted, with a simple nod. It was a sharp contrast to the bowing of the three from Camp (or groveling, in Grover's case), but the god didn't seem offended. Zoe merely glared at him, though Ares ignored her. He didn't particularly want Artemis on his case for disrespecting one of her Hunters.

"Step inside, kid. The lady wants a few words with ya," Ares said, gesturing to his still-open door. Percy furrowed his eyebrows, but did as the god said. Ares slammed the door shut behind him, turning his fiery eyes on the rest of the teens. Zoe's glare sharpened, Thalia and Annabeth stared back evenly, and Grover was desperately hoping that the War God wouldn't hold him responsible for Orion's actions two years ago.

"So…" Ares began, deep voice rumbling in his chest, "You kids like tacos?"

The woman was beautiful. Scratch that, she was gorgeous. Actually… Words couldn't do her justice. She was one of the most attractive women Percy had ever laid eyes upon, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. Not when her face was constantly shifting.

"Lady Aphrodite," Percy greeted. It wasn't that much of a stretch, considering she had arrived with Ares.

"Perseus Jackson," the goddess said, smiling at him. Her teeth were a blinding white, her full, red lips curving just the right amount to not pass the line between flirty and downright seductive. Her eyes, which were turquoise like the ocean one moment, then dark as obsidian the next, crinkled ever-so-slightly at the corners. "Please, forgive me for being blunt, but right now, I really want to slap you."

Percy blinked, the intoxicating love aura slowly creeping through his brain being dispelled in an instant. "Respectfully, Lady Aphrodite, but if you slap me, I will probably slap you back."

Aphrodite pursed her lips, as if considering whether or not it would be worth it. Thankfully, she decided not to, because Percy really didn't want to discover the consequences of smacking an Olympian. He may not revere them much, a side-effect of living in the palace of someone who despised them, but they were still gods. "I suppose that's fair," she allowed with a bob of her head. "Even if it is your fault."

"May I ask what I've done to offend you? I don't recall ever taking part in something that would fall under your domain."

"That's the problem!" Aphrodite cried, her sudden outburst making Percy jolt in shock. He stared at her, bewildered, and she calmed down a bit, smoothing down her hair despite not a single strand being out of place. The gesture seemed to calm her, though, so Percy wouldn't point it out. She breathed deeply a few times, before opening her eyes, which now shifted through a kaleidoscope of colors. "You have somehow managed to avoid any and all of my attempts to influence you, and it is annoying!"

"Um… My apologies?"

Aphrodite merely rolled her eyes, waving him off. She sighed, crossing her arms under her ample bosom, unconsciously pushing her breasts out. "I guess I can't blame you, living in the Underworld. It's probably impossible to find love in such a dreary place. Honestly, you should get out in the sun more. You are so pale, and those bags under your eyes? Absolutely horrifying. You should let me give you a makeover!" she said, perking up at the thought.

"Thank you for the offer, but I'll have to decline," Percy replied, twitching slightly at the insults to his appearance.

Aphrodite seemed to have expected his response, though, because she continued on as if he hadn't said anything. "Well, I don't know about impossible. A forbidden romance between the Son of Hades and a cute ghost girl in Elysium?" She licked her lips, sending involuntary shivers down Percy's spine. "That sounds positively delectable." The goddess shook her head, recentering her thoughts. "What was I saying? Oh, yes. You, Perseus Jackson, are incredibly infuriating. Can I ask you a question?"

"...Yes," Percy said slowly, not really sure if it was a good idea.

"Why do you refuse to let yourself feel love?" Yep. He already regretted it.

"I don't understand what you mean."

Aphrodite narrowed her eyes. "You know exactly what I mean. I had a talk with Hestia, you know, so I've known of you for quite some time. I also know that you have the exact same issue with feeling hope, which is the main reason Hestia came to you in the first place."

Percy grimaced and grabbed the door handle. "If it's all the same to you, Lady Aphrodite, I must-"

"No!" she shrieked, waving her hand and sealing the door. With a sigh, the Son of Hades dropped his hand to his side and turned back to the goddess. "You are not leaving this limo until I figure out what makes you tick. Am I understood?" Percy's eyes darted around the interior of the vehicle, looking for another way out. Unfortunately, the lights were at a very high intensity, eliminating virtually any shadows that he could have sunk into. Aphrodite, catching on to his train of thought, latched onto his chin with an iron grip, forcing him to look at her. If his skin hadn't been invulnerable, her nails- which seemed more like talons at the moment- would've dug an inch into his flesh. As it was, she just squeezed his jaw until it felt like it would break. Divine strength was not to be underestimated.

"Am. I. Understood?" Aphrodite asked menacingly, a pink aura swirling around her. After a moment, Percy finally nodded as best he could, and the goddess released him, a vibrant smile on her face. "Good. Now, why are you so stubborn?"

Percy pursed his lips, wondering exactly how much he should give away. Nothing, preferably, but he had a vague feeling that wasn't an option. Perhaps he could word it in such a way that it seemed as if he was-

"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" Aphrodite snapped, startling Percy out of his thoughts. "You're overthinking it! The fact that you're thinking at all is an issue! You can't plan out love- you just have to dive into it heart-first!"

"Love is not exactly necessary in my life, Lady Aphrodite," Percy said pointedly. She stared at him blankly for a solid thirty seconds. Then, she introduced her palm to his face. The Son of Hades went sprawling onto the floor of the cab, instantly rolling further away to avoid the red pump that nearly impaled his… Soft spot. Instead, the heel simply pierced the carpet, getting stuck in the metal chassis. When Aphrodite pulled her foot back, the heel snapped, making her growl in aggravation.

"I liked this pair," she grumbled, turning a venomous glare on Percy. "I should curse you for that. I've done it for less, you know." Percy was too busy staring in horror at the broken piece of plastic to be properly terrified of her threat, making the goddess sigh. "Whatever. It's not like I really have to do anything, since you somehow managed to get that girl to fall for you. Your love life is going to be interesting even without my interference, so I'll consider my job done for me."

Percy snapped back to reality, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "That girl?" He pushed off the floor and slid onto the nearest seat, which was conveniently out of Aphrodite's reach. "I was unaware that I was attempting to woo anyone."

"I know, which makes it so much cuter!" Aphrodite gushed. "Natural love is so adorable."

"Not that it will go anywhere." Glaring, Aphrodite crossed her legs, jiggling her foot to emphasize her single intact heel. Percy's eyes darted to its twin, still stuck in the floor, and fought the urge to grab his sword.

"Maybe that's what you think," Aphrodite said coolly. "Now get out of my limo." Percy immediately complied, eyeing the Love Goddess as he slipped past her. He finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief when he closed the car door behind him. He didn't even care about the fact that Ares was sitting at a conjured table and eating tacos with a bunch of kids.

"So, you're alive, punk?" Ares asked, finishing off his last taco and wiping his hands off. Percy glanced down, as if wondering the same thing. He eventually nodded, though the haunted look in his eyes made his quest mates somewhat concerned. The War God laughed, understanding what had traumatized the demigod- his girlfriend could be scary when she wanted to. He expertly hid the shiver that ran down his spine through decades and centuries of experience.

"Oh, Percy," a sultry voice moaned, and everyone turned to look at the limo. The window was down, and Aphrodite was peering out, staring right at the Son of Hades, who took a hasty step back. "I'll miss you. When you come back from this quest, we should meet up and have some fun." Pulling up the window, Aphrodite blew him a kiss. Literally. A pair of red phantom lips floated through the air, flying straight at Percy. Confused, the demigod attempted to swat it away, only for the lipstick to dart backwards, then slam into his cheek at speeds he couldn't react to, with enough force to knock the teen off his feet, making him spin in the air and land on his back, dazed.

Ares barked out a laugh and got into the limo, slamming the door shut behind him. The vehicle pulled away, soon vanishing into the distance, leaving the teens to wander over to their downed quest mate.

"You good?" Thalia asked, poking him in the side with her boot. Percy swatted at her leg, missing when she pulled it away.

"I will live," he grunted, rising to his feet with Zoe's help. She was staring pointedly at the bright red mark on his face, in the shape of a pair of luscious lips.

"That can be fixed," the Huntress said coolly. Percy just rolled his eyes.

"Let's get some sleep," Annabeth suggested, not particularly feeling like watching the two fight at the moment. It had been a long day. Thankfully, everyone agreed. They set up their sleeping bags once more, lit a campfire, and crawled into their sacks.

The air smelled thickly of sulfur, burning his lungs with the overpowering, acrid scent. The sky was a dull crimson, clouds of ash floating by every now and then. Looking up into the blood-tinged atmosphere grated on his sanity, so he forced his eyes to the ground, regretting it almost immediately. Underneath his feet was a thin layer of powdered glass, covering a pulsing, purple mass- almost like flesh. The sight made him want to claw his eyes out; he was standing on a twisted, living being.

The Hellish landscape continued as far as the eye could see, no matter which direction he turned in. Someone laughed. It was a cold, rasping noise. He turned to the speaker, and nearly threw up. A seven-foot tall man who looked to be more scar tissue than flesh, so much so that his facial features could hardly be distinguished. He had flowing, shoulder-length white hair, and his golden eyes shone with a menacing light.

"Hello, Grandson of mine," he crooned cruelly. "I await your fall."

Percy woke violently, struggling to breathe. His heart felt like it was about to beat out his chest, pure terror sending adrenaline coursing through his veins. He fought his way out of his sleeping bag, ending up on his hands and knees on the ground, forehead pressing against the dirt, panting harshly. Sweat beaded on the back of his neck, and he slumped into a prone position, ignoring the dust that was now surely caking his black clothes.

His trembling fingers curled into shaking fists, leaving gouges in the desert sands. It took many minutes for him to quell his rebellious stomach, but eventually, the urge to heave vanished. Percy lay on the ground for a long while, simply breathing, relishing in the cool desert night. When his heart finally calmed itself, he crawled over to the still-lit campfire, sitting up properly. Flashes of his latest nightmare popped up every time he closed his eyes, even to blink, so he forced himself to stare into the crackling flames, ignoring how his eyes burned.

"Perseus?"

Zoe's voice startled him out of his trance, and Percy finally blinked, hissing at the sensation of lava on his sclera. He dug his trusty eyedrops out of his pocket, quickly administering four drops, before facing the Huntress.

"...Lieutenant," he greeted quietly. The young woman was standing on the other side of the fire, and Percy desperately wished she would simply stay there. Unfortunately, since she couldn't hear the pleas in his head, she walked around the burning pile of wood and sat right next to him, close enough for their shoulder to brush. "What have I told you about coming close to me?" he murmured, vision swimming from his resurfacing nausea. He did his best to push the sensation down.

"And what have I told you about obeying foolish boys?" she snarked.

Percy rolled his eyes, but didn't respond to that. He wasn't particularly in the mood to exchange banter at the moment, so he switched topics to a serious subject. "More dreams?"

"...Yes. It was merely me watching Lady Artemis struggle under the sky, my Father occasionally walking past to insult her, but… It is unnerving, to see My Lady so vulnerable." Percy hummed. "What of you? What kind of nightmare did you have that woke you so violently?" Zoe asked, a note of concern in her voice.

"You heard that?"

"I've been awake for quite a while." Percy grimaced, but remained silent, much to Zoe's annoyance. "Well?"

"Remember what I said in the forest, Lieutenant," Percy warned, not looking at her.

Zoe furrowed her eyebrows, trying to recall what he was talking about. "Do not pry into matters beyond my ken?"

"Indeed."

"I am over two thousand years old," she growled, "I have forgotten more than you could possibly ever know. Do not insult me by claiming that there are things I cannot comprehend."

"How many times have you died?"

Zoe blinked. "What?"

"How many times have you died?" Percy repeated, staring into the fire.

"Is this a rhetorical question?" Zoe asked, completely perplexed. "Never, obviously. I am still here, am I not?"

"Then you would never understand."

The Hunter froze, realization striking her like a bolt of lightning from the Master Bolt. "Are… Are you saying you have died before?" Zoe asked, cold dread creeping up her spine.

Percy smirked humorlessly. "It is hard to stay dead when your Father can force your soul back into your corpse. As long as decay has not set in, and the body is repaired properly…"

"But- the Ancient Laws-!"

"Make no mention of the dead staying dead. Death is a mortal concept, and the Ancient Laws only apply to immortals."

The pair lapsed into silence, one horrified and one pensive. The only sound was the crackling of the campfire.

"...How many times?"

"I lost count after twenty."

Zoe stood abruptly. "I will wake the others. We have wasted enough time."

Percy followed suit, though at a more leisurely pace. "As you wish."

It was probably a bad idea to try picking their way through the Junkyard of the Gods in darkness, but both Zoe and Percy knew they weren't going to get anymore rest that night. Annabeth, Thalia, and Grover held flashlights in their hands, Zoe was more than adept at navigating by moonlight, and Percy was in his domain. He could see as if Apollo was hanging over their heads, and not his sister's chariot.

"This is crazy," Thalia muttered in awe, glancing at the objects strewn about haphazardly. "Hard to believe this is all just a buncha junk."

"Junk?" Grover exclaimed disbelievingly, stooping down to pick up a broken crown made of glinting gold and shining silver, with glimmering gems embezzled in it. "You call this junk? It looks like it's made of real gold!" The Satyr took a bite, chewing enthusiastically. "It's delicious!" he proclaimed, going back for another bite, only for Annabeth to slap the artifact out of his hand rather forcefully.

"Grover, don't touch anything! Didn't you hear what Zoe said? This stuff is cursed." Grover hunched his shoulder sheepishly, rubbing his abused arm and chancing a glance at the Huntress. He quailed under her fierce glare, snapping his face forward, trying to ignore the impending feeling of doom.

"Should we be worried about that?" Percy asked her quietly. Zoe shook her head.

"I doubt it. If it did not kill the Satyr when he touched it, it should be fine."

"Curses are rarely so straightforward," Percy warned, reminded of Hazel's… Misfortune. Zoe merely shrugged, and they continued trudging through the Junkyard. It was larger than Percy had expected- they'd been walking for nearly ten minutes already, and there was still no end in sight. Then again, it was the culmination of three thousand years of Hephaestus' failed experiments. Quite the waste, in Percy's opinion. There was so much metal here, he refrained from using his sensory abilities for fear of total overload. For the gods, who could create material out of nothing, it might seem like nothing, but Percy had a better grasp of the finiteness of resources. His Father was a shrewd immortal, despising waste, something he'd passed on to his son.

Finally, though, as they crested a hill of scrap, they managed to catch sight of a road around half a mile away, lit up by streetlights. Between them and the highway, however, was an even larger hill, flattening out at the top like a plateau. At one end, there were ten columns, wedged closely together. It looked to be made of one massive piece of metal, unlike the assorted odds and ends they currently stood upon.

"What is that?" Grover breathed.

"They look like… Toes," Annabeth said slowly, as if she could hardly believe it. Thalia nodded in agreement, jaw threatening to fall off.

"Let's go around," the Daughter of Zeus said warily. "Far around." Nobody argued. It took several long minutes, and many cautious glances at the still-unmoving metal toes, but the questers eventually stepped foot on asphalt.

"We made it out," Zoe said, sighing in relief. "Thank the gods." Of course, that was when things started going wrong.

A thunderous noise echoed across the desert, like the entirety of the Junkyard was being compressed, all the metal pieces scraping against each other in an unholy cacophony of torture, causing the five to whirl around, and stare in mute horror as the massive hill began to move. As it turned out, the things that looked like toes actually were toes, and they were connected to an impossibly tall bronze automaton, geared in full armor, like a Grecian warrior of old.

"Talos!" Zoe cried, summoning her bow.

"That can't be Talos!" Annabeth argued, pulling out her Celestial Bronze knife- for all the good it would do. "Talos is supposed to be bigger! This must be a defective model, or something." Percy knew of the Argonauts' encounter with Hephaestus' creation, and knew the Daughter of Athena's assessment to be correct, but it certainly didn't feel like it at the moment.

"That's supposed to be defective!?" Thalia shrieked, unfurling Aegis.

The Talos (a prototype, perhaps?) unsheathed the sword strapped to its waist, the rusty blade screeching against the sheathe, a horrid noise that reverberated through his teeth. The weapon had to be over a hundred feet long, and so heavy that the blunt edge would have no impact on its ability to kill them all.

"Someone took something," Zoe gritted out harshly, readjusting her grip on her bow. She shot suspicious looks around the group. "Who was it?" The other teens shook their head, when something clicked in Percy's head.

"The crown…" he whispered, turning to Grover. The Satyr's eyes widened, and a hand flew to rest on his stomach, where the chunk of gold was currently digesting. Thalia and Annabeth stared at him in horror, while Zoe snarled.

"There is nothing to be done, then. We run, or we die!" the Lieutenant snapped, turning on her heels and sprinting down the road, prompting the other four to follow. Unfortunately, the Talos' massive size was not for show. Despite it walking at a sedated pace, each of its footfalls covered a hundred of theirs. It took only moments for the bronze automaton to catch up with them, at which point it slammed its giant sword into the road. The teens rolled away from the center of the highway, wincing as they were sprayed with shrapnel. Thalia brandished her shield over her head, hoping for the gorgon's visage to scare the Talos, but to no avail. Zoe fired a few arrows, which were equally ineffective, the points shattering against its metal skin. Percy didn't even bother drawing his sword- none of them had the strength of Hercules, so melee attacks would be nothing more than a minor annoyance.

For five minutes, they played a harrowing game of cat-and-mouse, the demigods scurrying back into the Junkyard to find cover. They flitted around the Talos' feet like insects, drawing its attention whenever it got particularly close to crushing one of their numbers, and close calls were not in short supply. Mountains of metal were torn apart, scrap flying through the air like tidal waves in the wake of the automaton's sword. Percy was protected from the shrapnel, but the others were not. Grover was slammed by a fridge, disappearing from sight, either unconscious or dead. Annabeth was bleeding from dozens of various nicks and scratches. Zoe seemed to be the best off, her graceful reflexes saving her neck dozens of times. The entire time, dread hung over the group like a heavy cloud.

How could they possibly beat this thing? It was immune to anything they could throw at it. The only one who might've been able to bring it down was Grover, with his nature magic, but he was out for the count. Annabeth's Invisibility Cap was useless, since the Talos was starting to slam its sword about indiscriminately, and Thalia's lightning only charred its metal casing. As for Percy, he doubted his powers over the earth would allow him to do more than inconvenience the Talos.

One shall be lost in the land without rain.

Still, he had to try. Slipping off his shoes and socks, he kneaded his toes into the sandy ground, doing his best to piece together the nearly-incoherent seismic feedback from the sand. It was a bit difficult, with the Talos stomping all over the place, but Percy eventually managed to block out all the external stimuli which threatened to overwhelm him, and reach deep. Deeper and deeper, miles beneath the surface- down to the tectonic plates. Blood was roaring in his skull, dripping out of his ears, eyes, and nose as the strain of channeling so much divine power made itself known almost instantly. He took hold of the lithosphere, and ripped.

A gaping chasm opened, deeper than the Talos was tall, and the automaton fell down, down, down, swallowed up by the darkness of the abyss. Then, like a yawning mouth, the ravine snapped close, the backlash nearly tearing Percy's mind apart. Fire flowed through his veins, burning him from the inside out, and he flopped to the ground, unable to move. Agony overtook him, and the Son of Hades didn't even notice when the ground beneath his prone body softened, drawing him into its loving embrace.

You have done well, child. Sleep. You are safe with me.

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