CHAPTER 4

Gatomon woke up in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. She had seen the dream and was shocked. Could it be real? What if it was? Gatomon looked at the clock. It was 1:00 a.m. still, and Kari was sleeping.

I can't let this pass, what if Wizardmon is really in trouble? Can I trust the stranger? What if he forced Wizardmon into that? How is Wizardmon alive? I have to go.

Gatomon figured she could get through the portal without the D3, so she opened the window and headed towards the school.


Lopmon woke up at roughly the same time, from the same dream. Opening the window, she looked around the small dark room. Patamon looked exhausted, his ears flopped on the floor while he layed on his stomach, paws sprawled across the floor. She left quietly as well, using her large ears to float lightly down the side of the dorm. The 3 story drop only took a few seconds, and she was off towards the school. She didn't know who Wizardmon was, but the stranger could use help, and that was enough. She slipped out the third story and parachuted down with her giant ears.

In the school, she saw Gatomon silhouetted against the school's lights. Her colors, Lopmon saw, showed a great amount of deep red anxiety, but also a large swelling of yellow hope. They mixed together, creating an ever-changing orange colored curiosity She shrugged and followed Gatomon in. Gatomon made her uncomfortable, but for now, Lopmon had more important things to worry about.

"What was the point of bringing me back if I was just going to get stabbed? I really thought that you were going to give me a nice vacation," Wizardmon said to the stranger. The cut from the sword had been low enough to be non-fatal, but he was still coughing up some blood. He clutched his abdomen, where the sword had been.

"Lets get through the portal first. I'd rather not be here when Piedmon starts looking for us after they find we gave them a fake." The stranger replied. He helped Wizardmon stand up straight and opened the portal.

They teleported through the portal just as the door opened into room 57.

"Wizardmon!" Gatomon cried, seeing the two teleport back through the digiport.

"You had a dream link going?" The stranger asked, turning towards Wizardmon, who just sighed. The stranger's gemmed staff changed colors to a green as he started to work on healing Wizardmon.

"I figured that it would be a good idea, in case something went wrong... ouch," Wizardmon muttered softly as the stranger removed a large chunk of metal. The sword had shattered when Piedmon had left to cause more damage.

Gatomon looked around, totally confused still, "How are you alive? And why did you never get reborn by a digiegg? And who is this stranger? Every time he shows up, more bad things happen."

Lopmon creeped in while Gatomon said this. The stranger gave her a quick smile. She remained unnoticed by Gatomon, who was still caught up with Wizardmon being alive. The room was bathed in a strong green light from the staff, as no one had turned on the already installed lights.

"Yes, every time he has an idea, someone gets hurt," Wizardmon mused. "Let me explain," he started, as the stranger started to bandage his wounds. He flicked his wrist and his tell-tale hat appeared on his head. "Dark digimon and wizards aren't the same as normal digimon. When we die, we go to a place of darkness, referred to as the Dark Hall. When the Digital World was created, mythology was put in with data, and one of the myths that found its way here was the afterlives of witches and wizards. We don't technically die, we are separated from our bodies, which are locked up, generally by burying a witch or wizard upside down with 13 iron bars above us, and salt and iron would be sprinkled around the pit. A powerful witch would be able to bend the bars, so they could reemerge. Well, its very similar in the digital world. You remember, I was able to use my spirit to contact you, even though my body had been buried. Basically, I was reconnected to my body by him," Wizardmon said, gesturing at the stranger, "on the night that the three others arose. As for your 'stranger', he can explain that. Ouch!" the stranger had taken out another large part of the sword which had been inhibiting the bandaging process.

The stranger stared back at Wizardmon, who shrugged. Finally, the stranger sighed and said, "Bring T.K. and Kari here tomorrow. Only them, as they are the most important and the only ones I trust completely. Patamon can come, as well. Wizardmon will still be here, don't worry."

Gatomon hesitated before turning to go. When she did, she finally noticed Lopmon. Both of the digimon jumped slightly. Gatomon sighed and walked on. Lopmon turned to leave as well, but the stranger shook his head, and she stayed.

"Lopmon, I'm sorry for your loss, but you still have work to do. We can't have more people end up like that. When we're done, if you haven't found a place to stay, I know a person who has a terriermon and lopmon, and I can ask if he wouldn't mind one more. For now, sleep well, and don't worry about Gatomon. She isn't here to kill you, and she most certainly isn't working for Myotismon any more. Wizardmon can attest to that."

Lopmon looked at the stranger. Deep blue anger was mixed with light green sympathy. It would've been a beautiful color, but for the deep anguish that was radiating from Wizardmon. The black and red color had diminished since Lopmon had arrived, but it still must've been very painful for Wizardmon. With these observations, Lopmon left, leaving Wizardmon and the stranger seemingly alone.

"You haven't told them yet? How long have they know you? You really are still lacking some social skills. Gatomon stared at you like you were Daemon himself," Wizardmon said.

"Yeah, well at least he listens to you! I've been trying to convince him for ages now!" A voice said. There was a sense of humor with these words, playfully mocking the stranger for his lack of openness.

"Shut up, you two. I haven't told them because if I had, they would wonder about me even more. I will tell them some, but not everything." The stranger said, shaking his head.

"You can start with your name," Wizardmon suggested, "Don't you think it might be a little strange that they still call you 'The Stranger'?"

"Wizardmon, I still am subject to miss pulling a shard of metal out cleanly." the stranger said, showing his agitation.

"Maybe he wants to sign up as a superhero under that name," The voice joked.


While Gatomon was able to climb back into her room with ease, Lopmon was not a good climber. This left her to be standing outside T.K.'s room at 4:00 a.m., trying to figure out what to tell him when she knocked.

She knocked on the door with a story half-formed in her head, and was surprised when the door opened immediately, with T.K. standing right there. He frowned slightly at the digimon, and gestured for her to come in.

"So, what were you doing?" T.K. asked. Patamon was perched on T.K.'s bare head, his blond hair in a mess.

"I had to go to the bathroom," Lopmon said. It sounded like a lie, but what else could she say?

"And it took you three hours? I didn't think that T.K.'s cooking was that bad..." Patamon piped up.

Lopmon looked at her feet. She could feel the blood running to her face. She felt bad about lying to them, but Gatomon was the one who was supposed to tell them about Wizardmon and the stranger. Oh well, Lopmon would explain later.

"I saw the strange man in a dream and went to find out what was happening. I didn't mean to make you angry, but I didn't want to wake you. Gatomon will tell you later," Lopmon concluded.

T.K. sighed, "I'm not mad, Lopmon, I just was worried about you. Leave a not next time. Now, it is still 4:00 in the morning, so let's get some rest. This problem can wait."


Gatomon had fallen asleep, but woke up easily at 6:30 a.m., well before the rest of the house. She looked around and saw Yolei sleeping snuggly in her bed, Hawkmon beside her in a custom build nest, so to say. The 'nest' was composed of some cushions and pillows that let Hawkmon sleep easily. He had tried to sleep outside, but had found that twigs and straw was not his idea of a good nest. Kari was sleeping soundly next to Gatomon. It was understood that Gatomon would sleep in her own bed, as she had a bad habit of getting up late at nights to go exploring, like last night, or to attend to matters that she didn't bother Kari with. this mainly involved torturing the dogs on campus.

Kari wouldn't wake up until 7, and then she would prepare to go to college. Oh well, Gatomon thought, she can sleep later. She silently stalked past Yolei and Hawkmon, literally as quiet as a cat.

"Kari, wake up!" Gatomon whispered to her. It was best not to wake Yolei, so less questions would have to be answered and lied about.

"Gatomon, can't you let my alarm clock wake me up?" Kari slowly got out of bed and rubbed her eyes.

"Shh... Let's not to wake Yolei or Hawkmon. The strange man wants to talk to you and T.K. and won't talk to anyone else. He was... convinced... to tell you what's happening." Gatomon finished.

Kari looked at Gatomon, who just shrugged. Walking out into the main part of the dorm, she grabbed a few energy bars. She picked up the phone and called T.K., who answered on the first ring.

"Hey, Kari. What's up?" T.K. asked.

Kari quietly explained what had happened that morning. T.K. laughed and told her about how Lopmon had arrived early in the morning.

"Well, we better head out. I'm going to bring Lopmon along. If she was there yesterday, there can be no harm in her being there today," T.K. finished, "I'll meet you at his room. Bye."

T.K. and Kari arrived at room 57 at roughly the same time. So close, in fact, that T.K. caught Kari before she walked in the room. They walked in together, Patamon on T.K.'s head, Gatomon walking next to Kari.

"Hello T.K., Kari, its so good to see you again," Wizardmon greeted them. While T.K. and Kari stared at Wizardmon, Gatomon happily bounced over to her friend. Lopmon sat back in a corner, trying to not attract any attention. This wasn't her place to be loud.

"Wizardmon! You're alive?" T.K. asked. Kari had remembered to close the door and the two walked over to where he was standing. Surprisingly, the stranger was not there with Wizardmon.

"You can't kill me off that easily, T.K.," Wizardmon said. He looked at the computer, and then back at the two kids. He gestured for them to sit down, and he sat on one of the desks. Gatomon saw Wizardmon for the first time in good lighting. Wizardmon, unsurprisingly, had not grown since Gatomon had last seen him. He was about three feet tall still, and wore the same clothes that he had when Myotismon had killed him.

When Gatomon and Patamon had situated themselves, both sitting on a cabinet to avoid detection, just in case, Wizardmon continued. "The man you guys met a little while back will be here in a few minutes. He went to print up notes on your classes, seeing as this may take a while. He isn't the most social person, as you may have noticed. This comes from a very adventurous, secluded life. He traveled the Digital World for many years while you were in college, but he did so alone. You, T.K., were probably the first person he had seen in four years, besides Gennai. But he will explain that. Don't push him. Gatomon can attest to this, he was reluctant even to explain what's going on in the Digital World."

"Where is Gennai, by the way? We tried to contact him when the guy came, but we never could get in touch with him," Kari said.

"Gennai was talking to Azulongmon when Daemon attacked. Daemon was still in the Dark World, so he assumed that it was safe still, although Azulongmon was convinced Daemon would be stuck there longer. Azulongmon was right, it took Daemon 2 more months before he got out, but he was able to trap Gennai anyways," Wizardmon explained.

They talked for a little while, and Wizardmon recapped what he had told Gatomon about how wizards, witches and dark digimon were reborn. Finally, the stranger arrived. He passed out a paper to each Kari and T.K., with the college notes for the day on them.

He sat down next to Wizardmon. He was wearing a black polo again, this time with kakis, and sandals. His staff appeared in his hand after he sat down. He looked at Kari and T.K. before beginning, but was interrupted before he started.

"You know, I heard that humans start with 'Hi, my name is...' when they introduce themselves," A voice said. The stranger rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, Spiritmon, I was going to begin," he said. Looking back at T.K. and Kari, he began. "Well, I planned on him staying quiet for a little while so I could get through some history first, but that is Spiritmon. He'll probably show himself soon, but don't worry, he, unlike me, doesn't shut up."

Spiritmon laughed and appeared in front of them. He was a small snake-like creature with no legs or wings. He floated besides the man, seemingly having no care in the world. He was translucent, you could see an outline on him, but could still see through him. He has small scales that seemed to be present, but, on a whole, he seemed to be a spirit. Hence, the name, T.K. figured. He had two small arms, with three small fingers, one seemingly serving as an opposable thumb. On his head, he had two small horn-like objects that went straight back, seeming to be his ears. His mouth was agape, but again clear, with only two large canines visible. He had two long whiskers that floated backwards towards his tail. He did a quick role in the air to straighten himself out before speaking, "I'm good company. He would forget how to talk if he didn't have me to talk to, or yell at."

"Yes, my totally harmless travel mate. I highly doubt he could beat Patamon's Boom Bubble in power, even though he's in his Champion Form." The stranger said. He looked around once more at T.K. and Kari, who had just finished staring at Spiritmon when he made his sudden appearance. "Anyways, this is going to take a long time, but, as Spiritmon suggested, I shall start with my name. My name is James Abraham-Scott. You can call me Jim, although Spiritmon should call me Master. I have been training with Gennai for many years and I serve as his replacement now that Daemon trapped him in Limbo. I am here to tell you about the problem that the Digital World is facing right now, and the only way to do that is to go through a long explanation of its history. Any questions?" Jim asked.

"How come it took you so long to tell us your name?" T.K. asked.

"No questions? Okay, moving on," Jim got up and pure light started radiated from the top of his staff. The room was immediately bathed in the light, and they seemed to be in the Digital World. Only they were suspended in space. Pictures flashed around them, showing scenery and digimon that they had never seen before. The pictures fluttered like paper in the wind.

"Many years before even Gennai existed, and Azulongmon knows that's a long time, there was only one Digital World. This may not seem strange to you, because you have only visited one. But, at one time, there was only one world. Now, there are many more, I believe. But, that's ahead of where I am in this long story. Anyways, there was peace and unity between the digimon. There were ten great keepers of peace at the time, immortalized as angels." The pictures around them merged into a great throne room, and ten angels sat conversing. Only two were recognizable, Seraphimon and Cherubimon. There were eight others, but Kari and T.K. did not recognize them. All of them, Kari noticed, had one of the crest symbols engraved on their armor or clothes. She found hers on a female digimon angel with green armor and a spear. She was seated next to Seraphimon.

"Well, a war broke out, the digimon fought for a reason no one knows, but it got out of hand. A new digimon emerged, Lucemon, who solved the problem with ease. He talked to the two parties, and came to a quick, harmless agreement. At the time, it seemed that he wasn't corrupt. Because of his actions, he was referred to as Lucemon the Protector, or Lucemon the Guider, or some other names that hold little relevance. This war struck deep into the Council of the Gods, as we shall call them. Well, Seraphimon convinced everyone to take his or her greatest character trait and immortalize it in a crest. Before they could, though, Lucemon secretly killed the 10th Angel so that he could make his own. Totally fooled, the council voted him in as the final angel to replace the old 10th, and he made his own crest. Well, eventually, the original angel was resurrected, and he told the council of Lucemon's treachery. Because of this, Lucemon started a war."

The picture changed again. The heavens above were open with ten angels fighting one shadow-like creature. Down below, digimon fought and killed each other. Primary Village was blown up. The land darkened. "It was a long fight, but seeing what had happened, the 9 Great Angels sacrificed themselves to take down Lucemon. The Digital World went into the Horrid Apocalypse, and split in three. Ten Beast Spirits and Ten Human Spirits were sent out, thus the Chosen Children in one world draw their power from this. The 9 crests fell into this world. Only 9, it seemed, because the 10th angel had never gotten to his crest. Lucemon was trapped in the core of the old world, or so it seemed. Before he was sealed, though, he cursed Seraphimon before they sacrificed themselves. He split Seraphimon's soul in two, one dark, and one light. Both ended up in different worlds."

"So, what happened to the 10th crest?" Kari asked.

"Since it's Lucemon's, it isn't a nice crest, at least the one that we know of. The Crest of Shadows, which he used to help create his creatures, but doesn't really play in right now," Wizardmon said, "Now, let us continue."

"Wait," T.K. said, "You mean that there are more god-like digimon, and Harmonious Ones aren't the gods of the digital world?"

"Azulongmon falls into this later, he was supplemented as the god of this individual world, and thus is, but though he is old, there is an older power." Wizardmon explained.

"So that means I'm part god?" Patamon asked. He looked around. The scene had changed to blackness, just a few stars in the distance.

"You are a descendant of him, but remember, he isn't a God here. Gatomon could be considered a descendant as well. One of the ten was Ophanimon, the top level of Angewomon." Wizardmon continued. He sighed, "But again, you are getting ahead of yourself. Let the story play out more."

"As I was saying," Jim continued after the delay, "Seraphimon was split in to two forms. Both ended up in different worlds. But, before the worlds could split, Seraphimon made Azulongmon with the rest of his powers, so that his dark form would be contained. His soul then drifted into his new world, where he would reappear later. Likewise, the dark form created a portal so that Lucemon could trouble Seraphimon consistently. Both digimon lost a lot of power, and it took both of them a while to re-emerge. Both were much weaker than they were in the first world. Seraphimon took so long, that the second group of Chosen Children appeared in his world before he returned to his original power. The other affected Ken first before he was able to take his true form, Daemon.

"Wait, you're telling me that Daemon was a Patamon at one time?" Kari asked. She looked at Patamon, who was sitting on T.K.'s head, and then at the surrounding environment, now showing Daemon in the starry background on one side, squaring off against Seraphimon.

"And that Daemon is our current problem, yes. Now, let me continue. What Lucemon hadn't banked on was the crests that had been made by the other 9 angels imprisoned him in the middle of the world Seraphimon was in. Those crests are the one you have. So, over time, Lucemon created monsters that he sent to destroy you. Apocalypmon was a creation of Lucemon, indirectly. And that makes Piedmon, Puppetmon, Machindramon and MetalSeadramon all creations of Lucemon."

"So, all along, we have been really fighting against Lucemon?" Gatomon asked. The background now showed the Dark Masters in the Roman stadium where the Chosen Children had first met them.

"No, if you had been fighting Lucemon, you'd all be dead." Wizardmon stated. The picture changed again as he talked, now to the first battle with Daemon. "You have been fighting Daemon, indirectly. He acts as Lucemon's portal, but Lucemon can only send creatures that won't break the portal when they come through, so their power is limited by Daemon. Now, do you understand why Jim was so angry when you sent Daemon to the Dark World? Daemon's power multiplied, meaning the creatures that he will control did as well. And you two," He said, gesturing to Kari and T.K., "Are the only two that can stop this."

"Wait," T.K. said, "How did Daemon's power multiply in the Dark World? It isn't like power just is randomly multiplied."

"Because when darkness meats darkness, more darkness is created. This also occurred with Lucemon, he got so powerful that the only way to destroy him is go into his layer and kill him, which is why we only are here to stop Lucemon," Wizardmon said.

"No pressure, don't worry. As long as no one knows the fate of the Digital World rests on your shoulders, there isn't any pressure. I'm not telling anyone, don't worry," Spiritmon said.

"Why us? Why aren't the other Chosen Children important?" Kari asked. She and T.K. were holding each other's hand now, both looking worried.

"Isn't that obvious?" Jim asked. The picture changed back to the throne room. "Gatomon and Patamon are the descendants of Ophanimon and Seraphimon. They are the two that have to restore order to this world. They have the potential to be more powerful than Azulongmon and the only two that can now take on Daemon and stand toe to toe with him."

"But I've never digivolved to Ophanimon before, and Patamon has only reached Seraphimon once. Can we do it?" Gatomon asked nervously.

"I don't know. You will have to find out for yourself. Its possible, but it is now a race against time to see if you can reach the form before you're destroyed." Spiritmon said again, cheerfully.

"The story doesn't end yet, that'd be too easy." Jim started. The picture showed a 12 winged angel, looking like a small angel, changing into a dark form, crowned with seven different colors, each representing one of the Seven Deadly Sins. "Now, Lucemon's ultimate objective is to break free of his prison. There is at least two ways he can do that that I know of. One we don't control, that's in the other world. The other is regarding the crests, which is where everyone else comes in. If Lucemon wants in, all he has to do is corrupt the nine crests. Daemon recently discovered a way to do this by using the Dark Spore and Black Gear. Now, he can control the Chosen Children. After some time, the crest corrupts to its darker form, not the reverse always, just the negative part of the power. Of course, Hope goes to Despair, Light to Dark, but Courage won't go to Cowardliness, it most likely goes to Arrogance, though it could go to Defiance."

"So, basically like Ken going Digi Emperor again?" T.K. asked. He was picturing the Chosen Children, trying to figure out what each would turn into if they got captured.

"No, it'd be worse, because now they have a clear objective. Ken never knew what to do as the Digimon Emperor. Ruling the world in kind of broad to have any specifics," Spiritmon put in.

The picture changed to the crests, darkness fuming like a black gas around them, slowly changing to something ugly, the symbols all gone, and new symbols slowly appearing, but before the new symbols could fully appear, the whole background disappeared. They were back in the room again. T.K. and Kari, who had been holding hands and leaning on each other in the darkened landscape, dropped their hands quickly, as though to prevent the others from seeing. Spiritmon, observing this, attempted to prevent himself from laughing, and almost succeeded. T.K. and Kari looked slightly embarrassed as he covered up his laugh with a cough.

"You two don't need to worry, your secret is safe with us, just like the part about the world resting on your shoulders. You might say it was written in the stars." Spiritmon laughed.

"Who are you, Spiritmon? I've never heard of you." Gatomon asked, saving T.K. and Kari from any more embarrassment.

"Who am I? Hmm... I guess I'll try to explain. Spiritmon used to inhabit the original Digital World, but we were never numerous. I think we peaked out at about 100 one year. Spiritmon rarely die, but we also aren't reborn by digieggs. This is because the lowest form we have is a rookie form, which is basically when the only way you can tell if we're around is if we talk, or make a slight breeze, our strongest attack in the rookie form. The only way more are added is through total sacrifice of one's self. That means, basically, what Wizardmon did for you when he took Myotismon's Grizzled Wing. From that, a digimon may be able to be resurrected as a Spiritmon. This makes sure that Spiritmon are incorruptible. Well, those souls could be brought up once a year through a ritual. Generally, there was no one to resurrect, but occasionally there would be one. When Lucemon gained power, he hunted us down because we couldn't be controlled. He killed us by trapping us and basically stopped us from traveling. Over time, if we don't travel, we wither away and die. This is what happened to almost all of us. I had been a Terriermon that protected a Spiritmon from Lucemon and gotten killed. That year, two new Spiritmon were formed, but Lucemon invaded the ritual. He killed everyone, but didn't realize that two had been raised, and only got the other one. I traveled until I met Gennai, and then Jim, when he first arrived in the Digital World. That's about it. Sorry for the long story," Spiritmon said.

Lopmon, who had been quiet the whole time Jim, Wizardmon, and Spiritmon spoke, finally got up and walked over to the others, "Then where does Jim fall into this?" She jumped up on to the desks, where Patamon was now sitting next to Gatomon on her right. He poked Gatomon with his wing on her right shoulder, and she looked the wrong way. She looked at Lopmon who had just jumped up, and tilted her head in question. Patamon broke out laughing, rolling on his stomach. Gatomon, realizing she had been tricked, punched Patamon in the chest, causing him to roll off the table. Spiritmon laughed from behind all of them, as he went to try to help Patamon up.

"I don't. I'm here as a guide and helper to you two, mostly to protect you. I also am basically a problem solver and travel guide. I have been protecting you two since Kari became a Chosen Child, I just never joined the group.

"What do you mean by that?" T.K. asked. He looked totally confused.

Spiritmon spoke up, "When we first started, Gennai was nervous about you two, being the youngest. We had done a decent bit of traveling, of course at that time the digital world was all twisted, but we went out and tried to protect you. Was pretty easy, just made sure the Dark Masters never hit you, the Chosen Children."

"What? So you've been following us since Myotismon was destroyed the first time? How have we never found you, and why didn't you just tell us?" Kari asked.

"Well, to be honest, you almost caught me once. When you heard a voice that you eventually believed to be the Spirit of Light that told the story of Gennai and the crests, one of the times was Spiritmon, who had decided it was a good time to start a conversation with me. I have been around whenever you have been in the Digital World, but never outside. As for not telling you, would you've wanted someone protecting you? Anyways, we must end this conversation. The other children will be here, and we're going to go to the Digital World, mostly to try to find where Devimon and the other two minions are. Don't tell anyone else of your true role in this, or who the true enemy is. Its less stress for you and less chance that Daemon will realize how much we know if one of them end up with the brainchild of the Dark Spore and Black Gear in them," Jim finished.

With that, he sat up, and Spiritmon flew to his side, "Meet me in the digital World. I will only hinder your conversation." The two went through the portal, leaving Wizardmon, still bandaged, behind.


"It is time, Devimon. My servant is ready to begin the project. I will be in bodily form in one day. When this happens, I shall be truly unstoppable. Leave me now, harvest more data! Once I am whole, you shall share the power as well! Now, take Peidmon and Myotismon and harvest souls."

"My lord, do you wish for us to start using the Black Shadow? We could run a test phase on it."

"And what would we accomplish by using it, other than telling those runts that we have a new weapon? Be patient, we will use it on some digimon first, to see how it works, how to remove it, how permanent it is, and how those children deal with it," Daemon said. The darkness lifted just slightly as a portal opened, enough to reveal a figure sitting on a high throne, another below him, bowing deep before leaving.

"And Devimon," Daemon said. Devimon turned and waited. Daemon continued, flicking blue fire in his hand, "The Dark World opens in a few days, and my servant will emerge full and ready as well. If you wish, take him hunting. He isn't the brightest, but he is more powerful than you, right now. Do good and you shall gain more power than he can dream of in his small head. Remember the ritual I told you to perform when you're done harvesting the data."

Devimon bowed once more and disappeared. Darkness reigned once more.


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