No AudioOne bright morning at Camp Half-Blood, the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm glow on the familiar grounds. As the campers stirred awake, unbeknownst to them, the gods had decided to spice things up with a playful prank.As the campers jumped out of their beds, they opened their wardrobes, expecting the usual orange camp shirts. Instead, their eyes widened in disbelief. neatly hung stolas, chitons, and chlamys all to their own colors and styles as if they were made for them.
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