Hello guys! First fiction in english, I have to admit I'm a little nervous. This work has been inspired by the card and role game you might know as Werewolves of Miller's Hollow (French name : Loups-Garous de Thiercelieux) that was itself inspired by the game Mafia. Don't worry if you don't know the rules, I explained them in Chap 1 (which is more like a prologue). I really hop you're gonna like it!
Also I wanted to thank ineffablesheep that has corrected that chapter and is currently working on the next ones, but also skyfallat221B ( spectralarcher on Tumblr) who gave me the advices I needed to dare starting to write in english.
I'm not sure if there's gonna be any violence or really explicit death but I put the warnings just in case, I'll tell you if I think there is a need to warn you.
I don't have anything else to say except that, once again, I hope you'll enjoy.
Chapter 1 : The Book
It started with words.
It always started with words. Words were the essence of creation itself. Every stories are made of words. They start with a word and end with a word. There are billions of trillions of words. Sweet words and harsh words. Simple words and complicated words. Words of hatred and words of love. Words we use every day and words we no longer use. But no matter the word, no matter the sentence it ends up in, it always has a common point with the others. Words are powerful. And words are dangerous.
"What's that book, Phil?"
It started with two men.
"I'm not sure. My team found it very recently. I'd like to consult Thor but I thought you could take a look first."
It started with a book.
"I'll see what I can do but I can't promise I'll find something. The book seems really old and really fragile."
"I know but you can never be too careful." Phil vaguely mumbled. "Do you want me to ask..."
"No." The second man interrupted. "They'll think I'm repeating the Ultron situation all over again. Let them where they are. They don't need to know. It's just some researches."
"Right. Some researches."
Steve knew something was wrong. He had learned to feel those kinds of things, almost developing a sort of spider-sense. Maybe it was the war, maybe it was the Avengers. But something had taught him to worry. His gaze scanned the room. There was a kind of bad smell in here, but he didn't know where it came from. For a moment, he thought about asking J.A.R.V.I.S. to scan the entire building. The night had fallen and employees were gone, only the Avengers and a few of their friends remained. He didn't ask. There wasn't a J.A.R.V.I.S. anymore. He was gone and had left his place to F.R.I.D.A.Y., Stark's new AI Steve didn't trust that much yet. Yet, he liked to do a bit of surveying to be sure everyone was where they were supposed to be.
The Tower had just been finished. Ultron's attack had left it in a really bad state that had brought the New Avengers to different and new headquarters. But Stark loved his tower. He loved the way it overlooked New York. He loved being seen far horizons. So he renovated it.
If they were all here, it was because they were invited to a party celebrating the end of the renovations. Yet, it was nothing like Stark's usual parties. There was no one but them. By them he meant original Avengers and new ones. Natasha and Clint were sitting on of the soft sofas. Clint, as the proud father he was, was going in ecstasies over photos of little Nathaniel. Even though the Russian spy was pretending not to care, Steve saw the glitters that shined in her eyes and that proved she loved the Barton family as much as if it had been her own. Sam wasn't far from them, joking and playing billiards with Rhodes. Sam was telling some story that made the soldier laugh, even though Steve found him a little on the edge. Thor, Wanda and Vision were talking about who-knows-what in another part of the room. Well, Thor was doing the talking and the other two were listening to that bottomless pit of asgardians words and stories. The young Darcy Lewis was annoying Doctor Banner, who had came back recently after a moment of reflection away from everything. Steve didn't really know what Ms. Lewis was doing here, actually. He knew she was friends with Thor but didn't think it was enough for him to bring her to one of their Avengers parties.
"And here he comes. Steve Rogers, the man who worried his whole life."
He turned over to face Maria Hill. Even though she wasn't officially an Avenger, every member of the team considered her as one. She was the one who linked them to S.H.I.E.L.D. and who supervised every single one of their trainings and missions. If Steve was the leader and Natasha his right-hand-woman, Maria was their anchor to the rest of the world, always there to help them, keeping a fresh mind and remembering there was a whole world behind the Avengers. Sometimes, she even went with them on missions, she's been trained for such things after all.
"You can relax, Steve." she said as she approached the guardrail he was leaning on. "We're having a little party, just between us. Nothing can go wrong."
"Just as nothing went wrong with Ultron, last time?" he replied, bitter.
"Point taken."
She was then the one who looked at the room. From the little walkway, you could see all of it. Maria frowned. She realized too something wasn't as usual. Something about how many people were present.
"Where's Stark?" she asked.
"Exactly. We're in his tower, at one of his parties. He likes that kind of thing. And yet, no Tony to be seen."
"Then, where is he?"
Almost as if it was trying to answer, the tower started to shake.
Five minutes. Five minute was what it took for the tower to stop shaking. At some point in those five minutes, a light appeared a few floors lower. It went up to their floor and all of them were suddenly blinded. By the time they could open their eyes again, the floor didn't move anymore. Natasha had taken a gun, Thor had his hammer in his hand and Vision had passed his hand through the wall to scan the tower through F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s circuits. But Steve didn't need him to scan to know what was going on. He hurtles down the stairs to the lab. Tony was there, quite dizzy and before an open book. Steve put a quick look at it but didn't recognize the language, at least not entirely. He recognized at some point french words as he understood the language but the other words weren't from the same language. He rather turned around to face Stark who was slowly recovering.
"You're planning to do that at every party we're gonna have?" he yelled.
"Steve, I..."
"No, Tony! Last time we got Ultron. What will it be today? What is that book?"
The others had came down too, both worried and curious. None of them wanted the Ultron situation to repeat itself but they feared it was what was coming. Thor approached to see the book. He looked at the cover and his blood froze in his veins. He had seen this book in the past. Quickly, his hand found Tony's neck to lift him as if he was as light as a feather.
"Where did you got that book, Stark?" he shout. "Where did you found it?!"
"What is it, Thor?" Natasha asked.
"It once belonged to Loki. It is a book of black magic, any of his words is more dangerous than a thousand of swords. I though my father Odin got it back and sent it to a place where no one must ever find it but..."
"It was Phil! Phil gave it to me!"
The silence settled a few minutes as they all started to think. Of course, they knew Phil Coulson was alive. It was part of the information Natasha had dropped on the internet the day the Triskelion had felt. They didn't see it on the moment, it was only after, when Stark gathered the data, that they discovered it. Maria had told them everything and they started to contact the now Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. They knew he was elsewhere with his team.
"Director Phillip Coulson is in the building." Vison announced. "Do you want us to..."
"Phil would not do that." Maria interrupted him. "I know him. You know him. That's not like Phil. He would certainly not give a book of unknown origins to Tony like that. He would first get agents FitzSimmons to examine it. Then he would have called Thor or Lady Sif as he would have guessed the book was ancient and might be asgardian. But under no circumstances he would have gave it to you to examine it without being absolutely certain it was safe!"
"She's totally right. That and the fact I have never seen that book in my whole life."
Phillip Coulson had appeared on the other side of the lab, probably coming from the other stairs. He was leading a little group composed of Jane Foster, Erik Selvig, a very pissed Pepper Potts and, to everyone but mainly Banner's surprise, Betty Ross. If Thor was happy to see his loved one here, Bruce was suddenly embarrassed and Tony was somewhere between shame and fear.
"Anthony Edward Stark." The Stark Inc. CEO started to say with a surprisingly calm voice. "What the hell have you done this time?"
"Pepper I'm sorry, I..."
"I don't want apologies. I want to know why you thought it was a good idea to play with cursed books while I was having a meeting with two eminent scientist to sign a partnership for the enterprise that, if you remember, is yours."
"I didn't know you were there."
"Yes, because when I'm here you're not dumb. What have you done, Tony?"
The billionaire looked at her with big eyes. What had he done? It wasn't an easy question. The truth is, he was bored. But he can't say that to her, can he? He can't say his genius-level brain was bored and he needed something exciting to wake him up. So he says something else, something that is not totally a lie.
"I don't know."
Pepper crossed her arms. He was about to say something but Wanda spoke before her:
"I do."
She dragged everyone's attention on her. Wanda wasn't the most talkative of the Avengers, especially since her brother died. When she opened the mouth, it was always to say something clever or relevant, to point out things the others had missed. She saw many things the others couldn't. She had learned why when she had first met the Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Strange. Part of her gifts were not created be Hydra but had been awaken when she had been modified. She was a witch, a real witch with the gift of magic.
"Tony has cast a spell, a very powerful one. From the energy I feel, I'd say it was a curse. I can feel it in every single one of us but also in the walls of the Tower. The whole building is cursed. Now the only remaining question is: what spell did he cast?"
The book now seemed to be the center of the room's attention. The Scarlet Witch approached from it. With many precautions, she took it in her hands. The words changed to appear to her in a modern English and she started to read.
Once upon a time, a little French village was struck by a curse. Thiercelieux, the french people called it but but there were few who knew that village even existed. It was so little it only counted 32 inhabitants. Yet, France soon learned about that cursed town where every ten years terrible events occurred. No one ever wanted to step within the borders of the village. They were too afraid to become part of the curse. It doesn't exist anymore as there are no more inhabitants, but its curse remains.
I created that curse. I punished Thiercelieux. I have seen them suffer. I have seen them die. Even when I died, my curse remained. If you read that, it means you have been struck by my curse. For now on, you will live by my rules.
Every single one of you have now a role in my little game. Whatever power you could have had before, they are now gone or weakened. The berserk is now cured. The god can barely hold his mighty powers. The sorceress can only translate my words. And the synthetic is now fully human.
For now on you will have the powers of your new nature, your inner nature. The composition of your own version of the curse includes:
• Five werewolves who each night will try to eat any of the others and that you must eliminate in order for the villagers to survive.
• One witch who possess two potions, one can save a life, the other can take one. She must chose wisely for her true purpose is to survive alongside the other villagers.
• One seer who can unveil the inner nature of one other person each night but must remain unknown to the werewolves, or she must die
• One Cupid who must designate two lovers out of the whole group. He then will lose his power but the two lovers will be together forever, as one cannot live without the other.
• One hunter who at the dawn of his death can bring with him the life of another he think is the enemy.
• One savior who each night will chose one person he wants to be safe from the werewolves, but never two following nights the same person, for everyone must have a chance to be killed by the werewolves
• One scapegoat who, if the villagers cannot decide who they want to kill that day, will be sacrificed instead.
• One Ancient who, being a wise man, can escape the werewolves the first time but must not be killed by his fellow villagers or they will lose their powers
• One raven who each night chooses the person he suspects, to give him his own curse: two more votes for the next day.
• Two siblings who don't have any power but know each other, being then sure the other is not a werewolf.
• One wild child who doesn't know much of the life in the village but choose a role model. Beware, villagers, for killing his role model would turn him into a werewolf.
• Four villagers, simple men and women, who can, to save their lives, only choose who they think is a werewolf to lynch them
The only way to end the curse is to eliminate all the villagers or all the werewolves. You cannot hope to make it alive together. You must fight to survive, werewolves by eating at night, villagers by lynching during day. Each vote is worth 1, except for the chief's one which's worth1.5. You must elect that chief today.
You must not let anyone else enter the cursed place or they will join the game as werewolves or villagers.
You must not leave the cursed place or you shall face punishment.
You must not reveal your inner nature to someone else or you shall face punishment.
The following pages contain the list of the cursed ones.
Wanda's voice faded, as did any sound in the room. She took a chair to sit down, her breathing was difficult. Betty Ross was the first to dare speaking.
"So what? We're trapped? We must stay here and wait to die? You can do something, right?"
"No we can't." Wanda replied with a broken voice. "The spell has been cast. Only a powerful magic can undo it and even if I still had my powers I don't know if I am powerful enough."
"What about Stephen?" Maria asked. "He's the Sorcerer Supreme, he has to be powerful enough."
"Didn't you hear what she said? If he enters the tower, he will be part of the game and lose his powers too." Jane Foster pointed out.
"We're on our own, then?" concluded Clint.
The silence that followed was a better answer than any other. Yes, they were. They were trapped in the tower, convicted to kill each other. Tony suddenly woke up.
"Who's on the list? We need to know that. Maybe Pepper and the other girls aren't in it, they have nothing special!"
"I'll show you my none-specialness by punching you with all the Nobel nomination I have, genius." Jane Foster replied, pissed by the remark. She wasn't a super-hero like them, but Pepper, Betty and her were not everyone either.
"The point is..." Banner tried to calm down everyone "Protective boyfriend don't want girlfriend to be in that stupid game."
"Maybe he should have thought about that before casting the fucking curse!" Pepper harshly replied, now deeply furious.
Phil interrupted the argument by asking Wanda :
"Who's in that list?"
The younger avenger turned the page. She didn't want to read the names, she knew what she was gonna find in it wouldn't please her. She had already felt the death of her brother, she didn't want to feel like that, never again. But she started to read it.
"Anthony Edward Stark."
The engineer lowers his head. He was the one who cast the spell. If he was in the list, there was no reason Pepper wasn't. He felt so guilty now that she was in danger. Maybe it's selfish, but when there had been the Ultron situation he didn't feel the same as she wasn't in immediate danger. She was one of the few things he cared about. The fact he was putting her in danger like this was breaking his heart but he had no one to blame but himself.
"Nicholas Joseph Fury."
"Wait." Steve interrupted. "Nick is here?"
"When is he not ?" Natasha asked with a little smile.
"In fact, Agent Romanoff. When am I not?"
Fury had come behind the Avengers, unnoticed before. He looked calm, as if he wasn't part of a deadly curse. With the head, he made a sign to encourage Wanda to continue.
"Philipp Riley Coulson."
The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. nodded. He was expecting it. As he was expecting everyone in the room to be part of the curse too, but he didn't say anything, some of them needed hope.
"Maria Christina Hill."
The agent's lips were nothing but a thin line. She expected it too but she still hoped she wouldn't be part of it. But it looks like hanging out with the Avengers really put you in great danger. She had been trained to face many things but magic spells weren't part of the training. The only thing she knew was that she was ready to fight for her life if she had too.
"Steven Grant Rogers."
The captain clenched his fists. For a moment he considered punching Tony in the face. But it would not help, it was too late. Still, it was his fault. Steve wasn't a violent man but Tony knew how to piss him off. But of course Tony couldn't know he wanted to leave the next week to search for Bucky with Sam. And now he was trapped in that stupid game and he couldn't do anything about that. Except maybe survive? Yes. If he survived he might be able to find his Bucky and finally help him as he would have done so long before.
"Robert Bruce Banner."
It was so strange to Bruce to feel so pissed of. He had been on the edge the whole evening and yet he hadn't turn green. Maybe what was written in the book about the berserk was about him. He didn't feel the Hulk inside him as it had been the case for so many years. Yet he was mad. Mad at Natasha who hadn't talked to him since he came back, mad at Betty who didn't tried to tell him she was at the Avengers Tower tonight, mad at Tony who put them into such a situation. He always thought not having the Hulk would make him at peace. But in contrary, there was no monster to help him regulate his anger and for the first time in forever, he felt it hitting him with full force.
"Thor Odinson."
Thor was pissed but he was mostly worried. How did the book came in the hands of Stark if the son of Coul didn't give it to him? The book had once belonged to Loki. Was it him who found it and used it against them? Was it another of his tricks? It was deeply possible but Thor couldn't believe it. His brother was dead, he saw him die right in his arms. Was it possible his brother survived? He hoped so but at the same time he hoped he was dead. Loki had died a hero. He hoped he had not come back to live as a villain.
"Virginia Patricia Potts."
"No!"
Tony's eyes were wide open. That was it. He had done it. He condemned Pepper to be part of a deadly game, to risk her life. She wasn't a warrior or a hero. The only weapon she had was her strong will. But would it be enough? It clearly won't prevent the werewolves from eating her if they wanted. Tony walked to her to hold her in his arms. Pepper thought about refusing that hug but she didn't really want to. That life wasn't for her, that's why she had asked for the Extremis serum to be totally removed from her body. Being in the middle of it scared the hell out of her. Even though she knows she will try to be strong.
"I'm so sorry, Peps." Tony whispered.
"I know." She replied and it was all Tony needed.
"Elizabeth Karen Ross."
Betty didn't say a word. She had nothing to say. She had come to the Tower only to talk with Ms. Potts and Dr. Foster about a collaboration. Deep down, she had hoped she would see Bruce. She hadn't had any news from him since he left her in Harlem five years ago. She was used to that, the last time he had disappeared for four years. But this time has been different, she didn't find a new man. She was expecting him. She has been surprised to see him with the Avengers but she took that for a good sign. Yet, she still hadn't had any news. And now she regretted it. She had been warned by Pepper that he had fallen in love with the Black Widow and now she was trapped in that game. Her eyes settled on the book. Maybe... Maybe she wasn't trapped. Maybe she could find a solution with her science. Yes, after all, magic is only the science human haven't understood yet. So she hoped. That's what she was the best at. Hope.
"Natalia Alianovna Romanova."
No reaction from the Black Widow. It was just a game. A deadly game. She had played many deadly games during her time in the Red Room. It was just one more. The difference is that this time it included friends, people she has learned to love. One more sacrifice. She tries to convince herself she will not do it, she will not be the one who will kill her friends. She has changed since the KGB. But she knows she'll do it. She has been trained for that, raised for that. At the end, she will always be a Black Widow.
"Clinton Francis Barton."
The only thing he can think of is the farm. The farm and the family he has left there. For a moment he feel relieve. It was supposed to be just a party. He had thought about bringing Laura and the kids. Now he knows he did good not to ask. The curse wouldn't have cared for the age. Cooper, Lila, Nathaniel... They would have been cursed too, they would have had to kill or to be killed. But his family is safe. He just have to survive to see them again. He can do that. It would mean killing some of his teammates but right now, after all he have been through, after stopping his job as a spy to be with them, the only thing he can think of is to survive and return to them.
"Jane Natalie Foster."
There was no reason she was left aside. Especially if the book had something to do with Loki. Since she met Thor she had been in more trouble than a normal human would have. But it's also those troubles which had finally helped her gaining the will she missed to become a great scientist. So maybe the bad really came with a little of good. Who knows? If she survived, and she was ready to fight to survive, something better might emerge from that.
"Erik Alexander Selvig."
Here it was again. Once again, he was in trouble. He had already done his part, he thought. He had been controlled by the god of mischief and suffered so much from PTSD he had started to believe himself crazy. He wasn't cut out for that. He was always happy to learn, happy to discover new things but this... this was too much. That kind of situation was the one where friendship is the most important. He's friends only with Thor, Jane and Darcy, and he knows he's not the most important in the group. He might be one of the first to disappear from the chessboard.
"Darcy Carol Lewis."
Laughing. Yeah, that's the very first reaction she has. Maybe not the most appropriate in that situation but she can't help herself. She doesn't think it's funny, she's nervous and scared. Who would have think that shooting a guy with a taser would have led to this? She's just a student in politics who happened to only find an internship as assistant of an astrophysicist. Yes, she's been chosen to stay with her but now ? Now her life is in danger and she know she might not be among the survivors. A little away from her, Wanda turned the page and bite her lips when she saw the next villager.
"Pietro Django Maximoff."
"Excuse me, what?"
Clint isn't the only one to be surprised but he's the one who talks louder. Wanda starts to cry. Now isn't the good time for the news. She isn't ready, she was gonna spare them a little and slowly let the idea come into their mind with some subtext. But no time for the subtext, isn't it? They have to learn it now, without being prepared to the news.
"Pietro is dead. I saw him die, he can't be in the game if he's dead." Hawkeye stated.
"I brought him back." Wanda's voice was uncertain. "Doctor Strange told me it was dangerous and forbidden but I did it. He's still weak, that's why I hadn't told you yet. I brought him with me today so if something's wrong I can go to him quickly."
"You humans are the dumbest race of the whole galaxy."
No one refuted Thor's statement. All of them understand that many of them did something wrong at some point but bringing back the dead is probably one of the worst. Agent Hill put a hand on Wanda's shoulder. She helped bring Phil back. She knew what it felt to realize it wasn't such a great idea.
"Who's next?"
"Wanda Marya Maximoff."
Of course, she knew it. She's lost her powers, so it obviously meant she was gonna be part of the curse. A curse where she might be supposed to kill her own brother. But she won't. No matter if Pietro is a werewolf, she'll do whatever she need to protect him. She's not gonna lose him once again.
"James Buchanan Barnes."
The sound of metal falling on the ground resonate in the room. Pale as death, Captain America has dropped his shield. He wasn't aware Bucky was in the tower. He was planning to look after him after the party but Bucky had been here the whole time?
"Stark!"
"It's totally not me, I swear to god I didn't find him!"
"I did." Maria's voice echoes.
Steve turned around. Maria had a poker face, he's not able to read anything in her eyes. For a moment, he felt relief. Maria was an ally and a friend. She helped them put the three helicarriers down, she knew how he felt about Bucky and she knew Bucky needed help. He'd rather see her find him than Hydra or Stark. But still, he felt betrayed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he simply asked.
"He isn't ready to see you. He's broken, you know, and he hates himself. He doesn't feel like he's worthy to talk to you. I've put on of my agents with him, someone I have great faith in."
Steve felt down. Bucky refused to see him. He had a so low self-esteem he thought not to be worthy to see his childhood friend. That's exactly why Steve wanted to be the first to find him, to help him not to feel so bad.
"Who's the agent?"
"Sharon Katherine Carter." Wanda replied as she was listed on the next page.
"Really Maria? Really? Sharon Carter?" The Captain was skeptical.
"She knows every single one of Peggy's stories. She heard them when she was younger. She knows you and Bucky better than any other agent. And because she knows who Bucky has been, but has not known him as anything else than the broken man he is, I thought she was the best person to keep an eye on Bucky. She really helps him, with her he has made big progress."
Steve wasn't convinced but he trusted Maria. If she said Bucky was going better thanks to agent Carter, then he believed her. But he was gonna pay a visit to his old friend, that's for sure.
"Samuel Thomas Wilson."
It wasn't usual for Sam to be silent but since the earthquake he hadn't said a word. Was it always like this, being an Avenger? It was really new for him, maybe even more so than for the others. Since he'd met Captain America, his life had totally changed. Now he was in danger again, but this time they were a whole team. He was sure they'd figure something out. But would it be on time? Or would some of them die before they found a solution? He was suddenly afraid, but strangely he wasn't afraid for himself. He was afraid for Steve, for Natasha, for Maria and for Bucky. He was afraid to see them die. None of them had really had time to live, between the missions and their trauma. None of them had had a real life outside work. And Sam wanted them to live. Even if it meant he had to die. As always, Sam thought about the others before himself.
"Vision." Wanda continued, now almost unshakeable.
The synthozoid didn't say anything as it was logical and the book had already stated it by saying he was now human. He didn't feel very human, maybe because he was so advanced he already almost was. What he was thinking wasn't about his fate. It was about another avenger, the one who hadn't been named yet. Wanda turned the page to see there was only one person left.
"Loki Laufeyson."
Once again, silence fell. Thor had told them Loki was dead, which had been confirmed by Jane when S.H.I.E.L.D. had interrogated her. It appeared that he wasn't. That's the moment Vision chose to share what he had noticed.
"You haven't been named, lieutenant colonel."
Rhodes stepped back a little. He was the only one in the room, in the whole tower, who hadn't been named by the Scarlet Witch. It didn't take long for the others to understand what it implied. Thor grabbed the soldier's vest.
"Loki, it is you, isn't it? You were dead, how did you...?"
"I was dead? You didn't even checked, brother. I just had to stop breathing and close my eyes, I didn't even have to cast a spell to seem really dead. You just assumed I was." Rhodes answered. He tried to repulse his adopted brother with his magic but he couldn't.
"Your magic is gone, just as mine." Wanda remarked as she had understood what he was trying to do. "You're trapped with us. I guess we know who's gonna be the first lynched."
"Already in the game, little witch? Be careful, if I'm not a werewolf you might put a target on your forehead."
Wanda immediately shut up. He's not wrong. From now on, everything they say can be held against them. Every single word wan be interpreted as a proof you are the enemy. They must watch their mouths, now.
"Now, you understand. I don't care about being in the game. As far as I can see, your little group is already tearing itself apart. But don't be in too much of a hurry. Today we elect the chief. The game will now begin."
At this exact moment, it hit them. Their true nature, their role in the game... They are now aware of what they are. They realize it but at the same time it's as if they had always known. Something had led them to that nature. Maybe they wouldn't have had the same one if the game had occurred sooner or later. But on that day, the nature they had made sense.
And so it started.
It started with words.
It started with a curse.
More informations about the original game can be found on google. You can also ask me questions about it if you wanna know more about the playable versions (please don't really kill your friends while playing at it, I'm sure I'd loose that trial).
Next update will come someday but I don't know when. I'm terrible when it comes to regular updates so I rather tell you now that it can take some time. Both me and my beta are long to do things (Can we say we're turtle sisters ?) and we don't want to give you false hope about updates. Just know we're doing our best to do it the quicker and the better.
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