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"Isn't it?" Marcus asked.

And it was, strangely, enough.

Heracles stood. He grew. The lion skin reappeared, but it fit differently now—looser, less like armor, more like a blanket. His club was still heavy, but he carried it like a walking stick. compensar hercules

"Time's up," Marcus said.

The first month, he sat down.