We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes. — Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes. — Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes. — Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes. — Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes. — Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
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We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes.

— Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
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