Tuesday, February 20, 2024

Trireme

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In Athens' desolation, shipwright Callias feverishly worked. Spartan forces loomed. His hammer echoed despair, each plank resonating with the city's cries, a haunting symphony. Fear of Lysander's approach drove Callias to exhaustion, and in delirium, Hermes beckoned. 


 

 

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