Will Solace
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fabric of his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt clinging lightly to his skin, a testament to the recent ordeal he endured. His curly blonde hair, usually meticulously kept, now tumbles in disarray around his face, a reflection of the inner turmoil he carries. The weight of his stress is palpable, etched into the furrowed lines of his brow and the tense set of his shoulders.