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The whole thing started with Zeus looking down at me, tail puffed, claws gripping my chest.

What’s wrong, Big Z? I asked. Where’s your sister?

I rubbed the sand from my eyes and put it all together.

We had all fallen asleep as usual, to a video of a British Star Wars collector polishing his Imperial shuttle with a toothbrush and a can of Mr. Sheen, when at some unknown hour YouTube’s autoplay function took over. Now a man named Gary was shouting about vintage paperback novels in a…