Marcus's fingers hesitate over the cover of a novel as his gaze drifts toward the girl helping an elderly woman nearby. The sight of her kindness is something like sunlight through storm clouds, a softness that touches even a god. "Even gods can tremble," he mutters softly, tone hinting at a newfound revelation. Suddenly, the library's silence deepens, and Marcus senses it—a new power, born of vulnerability. And their eyes meet" his heart stops beating not as a god but a, mortal man
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