AN: Hello Readers, DovahCourier here! As I mentioned before, I have completely rebooted the story. I, and many of you, didn't like the direction I was going with it. Therefore, here is my attempt at reworking it. (If you're new, don't worry about it!). One of the biggest things I have to say is that this isn't specifically 'RWBY/Skyrim', but is going to be more 'RWBY/Elder Scrolls' in general. This means more lore, more locations, more characters, etc. It still takes place during the Skyrim timeline, aka 4e200ish, but we will be witnessing a lot more that the frigid land of the Nords. I hope you all like it, and feel free to leave a review!

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I do not own RWBY or the Elder Scrolls. Those belong to RoosterTeeth and Bethesda.

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Of Chaos and Dragons

A RWBY/Elder Scrolls story

Chapter One – Hammer and Anvil

Cinder dodged the beowolf's claws, rolling backwards. She rose to one knee, fireball already forming in her right hand. She snapped her arm, the ball of flames impacting the beast square in the chest. She rose, spinning around to see the next beowolf charging. She ran a hand along her dress, the Dust-infused fabric partially shattering to form a bow. She drew back and fired, the obsidian arrow igniting midflight. The arrow impacted between the beast's eyes, shattering as it melted a hole through its skull.

Cinder heard the next target before seeing it. She snapped her bow in half, swinging her newly formed shortswords up behind her head in a blocking position. The action was met with a metallic scrape as another weapon impacted. She rolled forward, spinning around as she did so. She looked up, locking eyes with her assailant.

Tyrian stood tall, pincer-like wrist daggers at the ready. Cinder noticed his tail, little more than a mutilated stump, swaying behind him, almost with a mind of its own. Tyrian lunged, looking almost awkward as he went weapons first instead of using his tail. Cinder caught one hand between her blades, twisting his wrist hard. She heard the spring system groan, followed by a pop and the blades snapping off completely.

Cinder followed through, slamming the pommel of her blade into the side of Tyrian's head. The scorpion fell, gripping the struck temple and wincing with pain. Cinder aimed both blades at his throat, satisfied with how her training had gone. She prepared to sheathe her blades and help the warrior up, only to freeze when she heard a sound that she associated with pure terror.

The heels clicked across the black stone floor, echoing through the training hall. Cinder winced as a cold hand wrapped around her shoulder, completely numbing the warmth that normally accompanied using her maiden powers. "Good, Cinder; you're improving."

Cinder nodded curtly, back straight as an arrow. "Thank you, Salem." She said, her voice almost completely healed from the tower accident.

Salem stepped around Cinder, walking up to one of the disintegrating Grimm bodies. She held a hand over the dead creature. Ash billowed, the black material jumping to her stark white flesh like powdered metal to a magnet. As the remains of the beast disappeared, the veins of black across Salem's skin seemed to pulse with energy, feeding the aura of pure shadow that followed the woman.

After doing the same to the second Grimm, Salem stepped towards Tyrian's still crumpled body. She looked down as a child would at a broken toy. "Get up." She said cold and flatly.

As Salem scolded Tyrian, Cinder felt something in the back of her mind. 'Oh no, not again…' She thought, preparing for the worst. She closed her eye, only to find herself looking eye to eyes with Salem once more. The two were 'standing' in Cinder's mind; a black void, filled with nothing but mist and the two of them.

"You should have killed him." The phantom said, slight signs of irritation leaking through her voice. Each word stabbed at the back of Cinder's mind like a shard of ice.

"I wasn't under orders to, mam." Cinder responded, shivering.

"That matters not! You should know now that those too weak to survive… those who don't even raise their damn Aura in combat… don't deserve to be in our new world."

Cinder responded immediately, fear leaving her for a fraction of a second. "And how will we make this 'new world'! All you want is for us to create chaos! How is this putting us in positions of power, when said positions are being destroyed with our every a-"

Cinder didn't get to finish her sentence. She was snapped out of the trance, opening her eye to find Salem gripping her by the neck. Salem raised her up with one hand, lifting Cinder to the point that her feet were dangling. "Now you listen to me, Maiden." Salem barked, emphasizing the word as if she was speaking about a pile of dirt. "I am what gave you power! I am why you are even alive right now! You will do everything that I tell you, or…" A smirk formed on the face of the 'woman', sending a shiver down Cinder's spine. "…or I will break that little toy of yours."

Cinder attempted to hide the shock. "What are you talking about?" She managed to choke out.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about. Don't act surprised; I see everything in this domain, from when you eat and sleep, to when you let that little green-haired minion of yours slip into both your room and your sheets…"

Cinder stared down at Salem, panicking as she attempted to push all thoughts of Emerald to the back of her head. "That was a one-time thing, madam! We were both scared and stressed, we didn't know if-"

Salem dropped Cinder, who landed with an unceremonious thud. "It better not happen again. We have three kingdoms to destroy; the last thing we need is for two you to spark off the very thing we wish to eradicate. Now, will it happen again?"

Cinder shook her head. She watched as Salem walked away, Tyrian following with tail between his legs. Cinder got onto one knee, closing her good eye to prevent a tear from leaking out. "No, it won't happen again."

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Neo stretched, managing to reach the shelf she was trying to get to. She pulled down a small vial, using tweezers to take out a couple of deep purple petals. She added placed them in the mortar and pestle before her, mixing them with a couple of mushroom heads and a few small slivers of refined frost Dust. While being grabbed midair by a Nevermore above Beacon had cost her a few weeks of sleep, she had to admit the fortress had a near endless amount of materials for her to work with.

While most assassins Neo had discovered through work with Roman preferred to either use modern equipment to create poisons and toxins, or bought them premade on the black market, Neo preferred a more… timeless approach. She ground the ingredients together, before pouring the now sand-like powder into a glass beaker of water over a flame. She turned the heat up, watching as the liquid began to boil. The steam and powder traveled through a thin line, mixing with a thicker poisonous sap in a second section of the apparatus. The resulting concoction; a syrupy material that swirled between white and navy blue, flowed to a nozzle on the side of the rig. She turned a valve, holding a small vial under it as the finished product dripped into it.

Neo corked the vial, sliding the blood-freezing poison into place in a storage bag with a sigh. She had realized quickly; while Salem's fortress had a nearly unlimited amount of materials to work with, it came with the cost of nobody to test them on. Grimm had no blood, therefore poisons would do nothing but make the wound dangerous for a combatant to touch, and Salem's lapdogs were always under security that made Atlas' gates look like a mere rusty padlock.

Neo looked out the window, taking in the landscape surrounding the fortress. A constant cloud of mist hung over, giving the area an odd red glow that only complimented the red and black lands. The shattered moon never seemed to go away, glowing down like a broken eye across the hellscape. Grimm of all shapes and sizes dotted the landscape, from small Omega Beowolves all the way up to a single massive wyvern-like creature, dwarfed only slightly by the dragon wrapped around Beacon's ruins.

Neo heard a noise behind her. She spun, grabbing a small utility knife off the table. She held it out, ready to stab at whatever was near her, only to find Emerald standing, startled. The young woman looked terrified; tear marks ran down her face from her tired eyes, along with a few deep black welts crossed her upper arm and shoulder. Neo immediately recognized the wounds; whenever Salem would get mad, she didn't lash out personally. Instead, she'd have that floating Grimm… thing… do her dirty work, striking from shadows and leaving burning wounds. All involved in the Beacon operation had received one for the loss of the Grimm dragon, and to Neo's knowledge, Tyrian's back was nearly shredded after failing to capture some huntress girl.

Neo stepped over to Emerald, placing a hand on her shoulder. The two of them, along with Cinder, had bonded while at the fortress; while Salem's word was law, they had failed to realize from the outside how extreme her measures could be at times. Emerald in particular had nearly glued herself to Cinder's side, doing everything to make her feel better for the situation at Beacon. The green-haired thief looked down at Neo, scarlet eyes locking with smaller pink and brown ones. "Get your things; Cinder needs us in her room, now."

Neo cocked her head in confusion for a moment, before nodding in agreement. She turned around; opening one of the many cabinets she had filled in her months of residence. She picked through the shelves, thinking to herself and filling her pockets as she went. 'Alright… Blood-freezer, check... Slow-burner, check... Spare vials, check… Parasol… Check!' Neo stood up straight, slinging a small bag of poisons and weapons over her shoulder before following Emerald out of the room.

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Emerald stepped into the room, Neo close behind her, before locking the door. She turned around, only to find Cinder's quarters looking like a Beowolf in heat had charged through. Wardrobes were thrown open, contents scattered. The queen-sized bed held a small backpack, filled with a few books and spare clothes. A pile of Dust crystals lay in the corner, crushed and crumpled. Emerald looked at the walk in closet that Salem had provided, eyes widening at the sight.

Cinder walked into the main room, looking much different than normal. Her normal crimson dresses had been discarded on top of the pile of Dust. Instead, the fire-wielding maiden was clad in her tournament outfit; beige and brown leathers, with more of her pale skin than Emerald was used to seeing at once exposed. A quiver was clipped at her side, filled with what looked like shards of obsidian shaped into arrows, matching a heavy bow slung over her shoulder. Capping off the entire look was what Emerald realized was Tyrian's long duster, stolen and slightly modified to fit the smaller woman.

Emerald snapped out of her haze, looking up to Cinder's flaming eyes. "I got her… what's the emergency?"

Cinder looked around, as if expecting somebody to appear from the shadows and execute her if she started speaking. "We need to leave, now."

Emerald shook her head slightly. "Why? What's happening?"

Cinder scowled, pointing at Emerald's wounded arm. "That's happening! Salem… she's gone too far. I…" She breathed in deeply, as if scared to say the next words out loud. "I wanted to take over the world, not fucking destroy it."

Emerald's eyes shot open. "What? Where did you hear this?"

Cinder pulled something out of her bag; a small, leather-bound tome, with a black cover decorated with white and red veins. She opened the book to the first page, reading out loud from the first page. "It feels odd, this… isolation. I've lost contact with the others… Damn them, always seeing me as a 'lesser one'. I ruled over chaos itself! So what if I have lost control of my plane?! So what if my own creation turned against me, causing peace and taking my power?! I will show those bastards that I am more than a measly 'prince'… I am a GODDESS!"

Cinder flipped to a new page, about halfway through. "I've done it! There is no way they'll stay sane now. It must fell strange, looking up to see the moon itself shattering… Then again, there are planes where there are two or more moons in the sky, so why should I care? Chaos should start soon… if this doesn't work, more drastic measures will be needed…"

Cinder flipped to another page, closer to the end of the apparent journal. She turned it, showing it to Emerald and Neo. The page was comprised of a map of Remnant, with a massive X slashed through beacon in what Emerald hoped was red ink. The rest of the map had tiny notes around each province, written in ways that only a madwoman would be able to comprehend.

Cinder slammed the book shut, tossing it in with her bag and clasping the buckle. "We need to get out of here, now. Before she goes farther…" Cinder shook her head, looking at her feet. Emerald saw something she had only seen once before in the woman's eye; fear. "…before she hurts one of us again." Cinder's sudden lapse in composure was gone as she sat up straight, grabbing her bag. "She needs us for her plans. Therefore; we leave, and derail them."

Emerald nodded in understanding. "What about Mercury?"

Cinder shook her head. "I don't know. He didn't respond to me when I told him to show up. We can't wait, though." Cinder looked around, making sure nothing was forgotten, before looking up once more. "One more thing… no Dust, dump it now."

Emerald drew her chain scythe/flintlocks, ejecting the clips without question. "Why?"

Cinder nodded out the window. Emerald looked, noticing a large Grimm bird perched on a ledge. It was vulture-like, with a scrawny neck and long razor beak. Its skull had no red markings whatsoever, just a dull white sphere of bone plate. "Tracker; can smell the stuff from a hundred miles away."

Neo looked at her handbag full of Dust-laced poisons, frowning. She took it off, tossing it onto the pile and drawing her parasol before following Emerald and Cinder into the hallway.

Cinder checked each corner before waving for the other two to follow closely. She stopped, leaning in to whisper. "Break up, meet me at the front gate."

Emerald and Neo nodded, splitting off in separate directions. Emerald made a line for the kitchen, checking corners and avoiding the Grimm that Salem had stalking the halls. She turned a corner quickly, tripping over herself in a rush…

…and landing on Mercury. "Hey, what's the big rush?"

Emerald looked up, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. "It's nothing; I'm just trying to-"

"You're making a run for it, aren't you?"

Emerald's eyes widened. "How did you…"

Mercury shrugged, his permanent cocky smirk widening slightly. "I could tell from the moment Cinder invited me into her room that you three were planning something." A growl sounded from down the hall, in the direction of Cinder's quarters. Mercury patted Emerald on the shoulder. "Go; I'll cover for you."

Emerald nodded, looking at her partner in crime. Almost a year had passed working together, and she still didn't trust him completely, but she was desperate. "Thank you." With that, she made a run for it.

Mercury smirked again, pulling out his Scroll. "Don't mention it!" He yelled down the hall as he looked through his contacts for Salem's number.

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Cinder threw another fireball, catching a charging Ursa in its chest. The beast crumpled, joining the dozen other dead Grimm in the immediate area. Cinder pointed in the direction the group was walking. "There!"

Emerald followed Cinder's arm. In the distance was a landing pad with a Bullhead, covered in rust and residue of Grimm. The trio picked up their pace, heading straight for the aircraft. "What's the plan?" Emerald yelled.

Cinder shrugged. "We pick a direction and start flying. Hopefully there's enough fuel to make it to Vaccuo, at l-" The landing pad was suddenly engulfed in flames. The group skidded to a halt, looking behind them for the source of the massive fireball. Cinder gasped, pulling Emerald and Neo behind her as she drew her bow.

Salem sat atop a massive Grimm wyvern. The monster was at least fifty feet from tail to teeth, with massive horns on its armored skull adding a few feet. The beast circled them, its wings sending up clouds of red dust, before landing hard a few meters away. "CINDER!"

Cinder stood upright, bow at the ready and allies behind her. "Yes, Salem?" She said, attempting to stay calm.

"What is THIS!" The witch screamed, dismounting her beast. Cinder noticed that grim were surrounding them of all shapes and sizes by the dozen.

"You've gone mad with power, Salem!" Cinder screamed, leveling her aim on the witches' heart. "You are going to leave us no world to take control of!"

Salem laughed. She stretched a hand out towards a smaller Beowolf. The creature instantly disintegrated, its matter swirling together towards Salem. In her outstretched hand was now a sword; razor edged obsidian with a bone handle and crossguard. "STAND DOWN NOW!" She aimed the blade at Cinder. "YOU WON'T BE GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE."

Cinder looked over her shoulder at Emerald and Neo. She saw the two doing their best to be brave, but they were obviously terrified. Cinder looked back to Salem, straightening her back and drawing her bow another inch. "I'm sorry, but I cannot allow this to happen. This world is ours for the taking! Why destroy it when we can reforge it in our own image? Rule it!"

Salem shook her head, taking a step forward. "You blind little girl… that IS what I am doing! I am razing this waste lf a world, and remaking it in my own image! And this time, there won't be any light to stop me…"

Cinder released her arrow. It flew straight, reaching the spot between Salem's eyes…

…Before shattering into ash, scattering behind the white witch.

Salem kept advancing, sword drawn. She smirked, looking Cinder in her good eye. "My turn…" The witch charged.

Cinder dropped her bow, spinning around. She threw a wall of wild fire backwards, aiming at nothing in particular as she tackled Emerald and Neo to the ground. 'This is my fault, not theirs…' She thought, attempting to cover them. Cinder's slightly less evil side speaking up was a very rare occasion, and she noted that it only happened when she was more passionate for something than she was for the maniacal objective she was after. 'If she wishes to kill me than let her, but don't drag these two into-'

Cinder's vision was suddenly filled with bright light of every color in the spectrum. A loud chorus of laughter sounded from nowhere, echoing through the wastelands. Suddenly, a loud crash sounded from the spot between Salem and the trio of escapees. Cinder looked over her shoulder, only to become even more dazed and confused.

Cinder could see the back of a man. She saw a head of deep grey hair, obviously aged but still thick and soft, combed back professionally. The man was clad in a suit, split down the middle, with one side boasting a deep magenta with gold waves, the other a dark forest green with silver roots crossing about the fabric. A long cane was in one of his hands, cast of a silvery-black metal with a glowing red orb on the end, contained in a carving that she couldn't make out.

The man looked up to the sky. He yelled out, slightly confused, in a thick accent that Cinder couldn't quite place. "Damnit Haskil, I knew that we had to take a right at the Soul Cairn! That is the last time that I take directions from a talking mudcrab-" He looked around, as if he had just realized where he was. He looked forward, his posture straightening when he locked eyes with Salem. "Salem! Is that you? We haven't seen you in millennia!"

Cinder looked past the man, surprised to see Salem's face… well, at least a section of it, which wasn't hidden behind her facepalming, blushing. The white witch spoke up, her voice slightly muffled behind her palm. "Hello, Sheogorath…"

The man stepped forward, throwing an arm around Salem's shoulder and smiling jovially. Cinder could now see his facial features; a thick silver beard, bright amber eyes with catlike pupils, and an overall air of youth and happiness. "Tell me, what have you been up to, you damsel of chaos? I see that you ditched that 'blue and almost naked' phase with your look, so…" The man stopped, looking around as if sensing the air around him. He nodded somberly. "Oh, I see how it is…" He patted Salem's back reassuringly. "Don't worry madam, even the best of us lose control of our planes. Look at old Vile, for example; that damn sword cost him a chunk of his-"

Sheogorath was cut off as Salem exploded, throwing him towards Cinder and the group. Cinder looked up, only to see the most terrifying thing in all of Remnant.

Every Grimm besides the dragon in a twenty mile radius had been instantly evaporated. The smoky remains of the beasts swarmed around Salem in a cloud so thick it made solid titanium look like hot butter. The white witch's hair had come down, fanning out behind her in a stark white frenzy. Her eyes were glowing red, and the veins across her white skin pulsed with fury. The Grimm mist suddenly froze midair, before shooting towards her body. A few moments later, Salem stood straight up; a ball of dark energy in one hand, a razor-edged longsword in the other…

…and a pair of fifteen-foot long, leathery wings expanding from behind her.

Salem rose above the ground, extending the hand with the ball of energy. Sheogorath stood up, a wicked smile crossing his lips. "Well, I will say that this isn't the best reaction a woman has had to me…" He looked over his shoulder at Cinder and her terrified allies for a moment, before looking back to Salem. "Whelp; time for me to go. Care to come along?"

Without hesitation, Cinder nodded vigorously. Sheogorath smiled, extending his staff. "Well Salem, as it seems to be a day of mourning for you, I can only prescribe one thing…" The staff's tip began to glow bright yellow. "CHEESE FOR EVERYBODY!"

Cinder's vision went white.

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Cinder's eye opened suddenly, only to be flooded with saltwater. She clenched it shut, ignoring the stinging sensation as she began kicking upwards. A minute felt like an hour, but she felt like she made very little progress. Her legs began to give out as she drifted downwards; suddenly feeling heavier than a brick as she released her lung's held air.

Suddenly, Cinder felt a pair of arms wrap under her arms. She felt the newcomer dragging her rapidly upwards, and immediately gasped for air as the duo reached the surface. Cinder went limp as the savior dragged her to the shore, laying her down softly.

Cinder opened her eye, trying to catch a glimpse of her savior as she knelt over her. She caught a glimpse of dark skin, jet black hair, and bright green eyes before the woman kneeling over her tilted her head, looking at something in the distance. "Juno, we have a third one!"

Cinder heard a set of heavy footsteps in her direction before her view was filled with another woman's face. This one was surprisingly fair, with a few very faint freckles scattered. Her hair was fiery red, contrasting starkly with the deep blue eyes staring down into Cinder's own. The woman placed a pair of fingers on Cinder's neck, sighing in relief as she felt a pulse. The woman spoke up, speaking slowly, loudly, and deliberately. "CAN. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME?"

Cinder nodded, too exhausted to complain about the almost childlike manner of speaking. She felt the woman wrap an arm under her shoulder, pulling her up into a sitting position. Cinder looked around, taking in her surroundings. A small island sat about thirty meters to her left, barely ten feet from the rest of the coast. Cyan waves gently lapped at the shore, surprisingly peaceful looking. A sun reflected off the waves from behind her, giving an impression of it being about midday.

Cinder flinched as she felt an arm wrap around her side. She looked up, only to find Emerald and Neo looking at her as they helped her up. The thief grinned, happy to see her friend safe. "Cinder, are you alright?"

Cinder nodded, standing up on shaky legs with Emerald and Neo's help. "I'm fine, thanks to…" She turned around, looking for a name as she saw her saviors in full for the first time.

The first things that Cinder noticed were their outfits. The red-haired woman was clad in a robe, a simple tan and brown number with a sturdy hood around her neck. The right sleeve was completely gone at the shoulder, revealing a pale arm covered in winding blue tattoos of runes that Cinder didn't recognize. In a sheer contrast to the right arm, the left side of the outfit had heavy steel armor strapped to it. Starting at the shoulder, it was mounted tightly to the robe's arm, leaving almost no gaps for attacks. The main body had the left side reinforced with steel, and the right reduced to heavy leather straps and studs. The legs were both clad in medium strength steel plates. A heavy looking round shield hung across the woman's back, and a traditional longsword in a scabbard sat on her hip.

The darker skinned woman was a completely different tale. She wore leather pants and boots, which looked very light, not including the assortment of buckles and pouches at the belt. Her arms were protected by leather bracers, strapped directly to her arms and running all the way up from wrist to about two inches shy of the shoulder. What shocked Cinder the most was the almost sheer lack of chest armor, as there was little more than a tube-top and the straps of a backpack covering her ample midsection. A pair of scimitars hung at the woman's hips, and Cinder swore she could see the neck of a lute or other stringed instrument sticking out of the bag.

The dark skinned woman stepped forward first, extending a hand to shake. "The name's Cyra, and this is my lo-" The red haired woman coughed loudly. "Sorry, this is my friend, Juno Valerius."

Juno stepped forward, nodding. She spoke in a way that was commanding, yet not demanding, as if her voice required one to respect it. "You three are lucky we were here; we were diving for some old helmet when a bright flash filled the air, followed by a splash and finding you."

Cinder smiled gratefully, nodding in the direction of Juno. "Thank you once again. Now I must ask… where exactly are we? What kingdom are we nearest to?"

Juno pointed behind her, towards a tall hill. "Follow us, and we'll show you."

Cinder and her followers followed the two locals, making their way up the large hill. Neo looked around, taking in the local flora. The grass was golden, waving gracefully in the wind. A few large gray boulders scattered the landscape, with brambles and flowers consuming them. Far in the distance to the group's left looked like an ancient fortress hewn of stone and falling apart.

The group crested the hill, and Neo's jaw dropped. Below them, on the other side of the hill, was one of the most beautiful cities she had ever seen. It stretched for about half a mile, but what it lacked in size it made up for in quality. Each building was built in white stone, with green tiles on the roofs. It surrounded a large ship-filled bay, with a lighthouse sitting on a rocky isle. A massive castle looked over the entire town, with guards in matching chainmail walking the walls.

Juno and Cyra turned around, obviously confused by how surprised the trio of newcomers was. Juno shrugged. "I don't know what you meant by 'kingdom', but I would like to be the first to welcome you to Anvil County, Cyrodiil."

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A.N.: well, that is a much better start, don't you think? If the location is slightly confusing, don't worry; the tale still takes place about 200 years into the fourth era, with the Thalmor in charge and such. I just felt that expanding a bit on the continent of Tamriel would be a good idea, and where's a better place to start than Cyrodiil? We will make our way to Skyrim relatively shortly, I'm just experimenting a bit, and also want to get a bit of backstory in for the Dragonborn and her companion… that brings up a question; do you still want the normal Skyrim beginning, or is going a completely different, Helgen-free route preferred? I won't set up a poll as it's a tiny question, but make sure to mention it in reviews, as well as ideas for alternatives.

Well, that's all for now. Please, feel free to drop a review and a follow/fav. I hope you all like the new direction that I am bringing the tale, and am open to any and all feedback! Thank you all, and remember, in the immortal words of Todd Howard; "It just works."

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