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A windswept promontory juts into the sea, its cliffs scarred by earthquakes and volcanic tremors. The ruins of an ancient temple cling to a sheer rock, its marble columns toppled and its walls overgrown with verdant myrtle and bay. Within the broken sanctuary a stone statue of Proteus, the shape‑shifting god, watches the tide, his chained hands hinting at the secret rites once performed there.

The landscape swells with tangled oaks, palms, olive trees and wild herbs, while the water below churns with strange, luminous creatures that cling to the reefs. Fishermen’s cries mingle with the distant cries of seabirds, and the air is heavy with the lingering scent of incense and salt. Amidst this wild border between the familiar and the forgotten, a lone Sybilla sits upon a three‑legged bronze chair, ready to offer cryptic prophecies to those brave enough to seek them. The novel unfolds in this liminal world, where lingering pagan myths clash with the rising tide of Christianity, inviting listeners to explore a realm where nature, belief, and history intertwine.

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