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Crystal had never stood out. She was a rusty rock in front of glimmering crystals. But when a new world comes to life, right in Long Island, she HAS to stand out. As she walks to the entrance, she says, "Camp Half Blood, here I come."
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"Is it love or fate that binds us?" Being a half-blood is dangerous. Brutal. Unforgiving. Y/N knew that from the start. Raised by Athena herself, he was sculpted to be a weapon- sharp, precise, unfeeling. But the gods never shape without secrets. And Y/N was never told the whole truth. When he's sent to Camp Half-Blood, his silver tongue and haunting presence draw attention fast- but not all eyes are kind. Something inside him is stirring. Something ancient. A power that doesn't belong to Athena... and a heart that was never meant to feel. As the lines between strategy and sentiment begin to blur, Y/N is caught in a divine game with no rules-only wagers. A quiet pull toward a girl with storm-gray eyes. A prophecy left unsaid. A choice he was never supposed to have.

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