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Chapter Ten: Closing the Circle
The man in charge of the men from the Gesso Famiglia glared venomously at the arrogant red haired teen, but his glare mellowed when a very big and menacing flame arrow was pointed between his eyes.
"Order a retreat… NOW!" demanded G. Whatever patience and negotiation abilities he had were long depleted. Intimidation and violence were acceptable substitutes for the situation. "You have five seconds to get out of here before we blast your asses," he promised. The man finally gave the signal, growling at the sighs of relief from his men.
The wonderful thing about the Vindice was that nobody doubted their warnings. Even the Gesso underlings understood the absolute and merciless power the Vindice commanded. It had taken a mere ten minutes to make everybody stop their fights and one word for everybody's faces to pale.
'Raze.' There had been only five of those in almost sixty years, one bloodier than the previous one, and each one had made a deep impression in the Mafia world.
G felt almost proud of his coordination abilities. He had directed the unruly bunch of lunatics with perfection. They managed to convince, subdue and intimidate every combatant to a standstill. Only the main idiot had continued fighting, costing them precious minutes and making G lose the last part of his patience. He had summarily proceeded to beat the crap out of him and made him order his men to retreat.
"Cozart! Take the people from the Yakuza out of here!" he ordered and the Shimon heir nodded, helping the Yakuza members leave by blasting a hole in the remaining fence. The police were being detained by a curtain of poison fumes, courtesy of Bianchi, as well as a healthy amount of poison cooking.
Cozart looked at him one last time and signaled to the general direction of the park and G nodded. 'We will gather there.' His eyes convened and G turned around, looking in satisfaction at the now almost deserted grounds, the last members of the Gesso crawling away from the scene. "Get ready! They will be here soon!" he commanded to his friends and not even Knuckles dared to argue with him. They had to survive the first wave at all costs.
When the Vindice arrived, the hospital was as silent as a tomb, no one daring to even breathe too loudly. "ASARI! LAMPO!" he ordered and saw in satisfaction how the two elements combined into one making a formidable barrier. Onto which the Vindice proceeded to slam into.
The barrier shattered like glass and the Vindice came down with a ferocious attack. Their black flames were like a pack of hungry wolves on rampage. The storm guardian glared and fired his arrows one after another, while maintaining an eye on his cousin. Gokudera was behind him, guarding his back and protecting Asari and Lampo from the debris with his dynamite. The two of them continued to regenerate the barrier, over and over, both with sweaty and pale faces.
G saw in satisfaction how the last coward of the Gesso left the place. He pointed his archery to the floor and shot a last barrage of arrows with whatever remain of power he had left inside him, and into the floor in front of the Vindice, making a line of rooted arrows in the middle of the two groups, and then whistled once, giving his signal.
Knuckles advanced and punched the floor with his hand covered in sun flames, uniting the sun attribute of activation to make the storm arrows explode in a maelstrom of energy. G watched in satisfaction at how the arrows exploded with a magnificent sound and blast.
The storm guardian felt Gokudera's arms envelop his waist and the smaller boy barely managed to get them away from the resulting explosion. They got up and Gokudera continued to support him sensing his trembling legs and labored breaths. The Vongola Guardians remained tense and alert, barely believing that their plan had worked.
G knew they couldn't defeat the Vindice, but they needed to gain as much time as they could and not get killed by the first blast of the raze. 'Stall them.' Reborn had ordered.
So they had remained in the open, just in front of the building, waiting for the executors. The problem with this arrangement was that the ones remaining in the middle of the 'oh shit' zone were the Vongola guardians. And they would be the ones to get the brunt of the Vindice's punishment.
He saw the dust finally clearing and then, ten figures in black appeared before them. "Everybody quiet," he ordered to his friends, praying to the higher powers for the idiots to listen to him for once. "Whatever you do, don't move!" he said while staring specifically at his younger cousin.
"The Vongola is here but… where is the Gesso?" came the raspy voice of the leader of the Vindice. G lowered his eyes when ten of the black figures surrounded the group, and all his willpower went into forbidding his limbs from trembling. "The only ones remaining here are us, the Vongola and the civilians..." answered G, trying not to let his voice waver. "The conditions for the Raze are not complete."
The rule was clear. A raze was a punishment for all the Famiglias involved in the fight. All the guilty Famiglias were to be present and still fighting to receive the punishment. Their last hope was to gamble on this loophole.
The Vindice seemed to contemplate his words and pointed one bandaged finger to the group of teenagers. "You all will be taken to the Vindice prison to await your sentence." G felt his mouth going dry. 'At least we will live.' This was it, there was no running away from these monsters.
He lowered his archery and raised his hands, all the tales about the Vindice prison were horrific, and the few who had managed to be released from the frozen hell related nightmarish depictions from the place. 'At least we are alive.' he continued to convince himself, while looking at his trembling cousin.
He had even heard rumors of people submerged for years in tanks like some kind of freakish specimens of a horror movie. He knew that Hayato was truly brave, but no twelve year old should put even a foot in that place. He would have to deny his connections to the kid and make him a civilian to the eyes of the Vindice. G clenched his teeth. It would undoubtedly hurt Hayato to be denied as part of their family, but he had no choice. He put one hand on his shoulder and talked to the Vindice. "Wait! This one isn't…"
The sound of a gun shooting into the air and the unmistakable voice that followed interrupted G's statement. "Chaos!" It was Reborn who stepped forwards and faced the Mafia police, and G could sigh in relief at the sight. "As you can see, there's not a fight going on in here..." argued Reborn unflinchingly at the imposing image of the cloaked figures. Behind him was one teenager wearing a pompadour style and there was only silence from the hospital. It looked almost empty, but G knew that inside there were still at least two hundred people.
Somehow Reborn had managed the impossible and had silenced and subdued the raging hysteria inside. "We only defended ourselves… The Gesso were the only ones responsible for this," stated the hit man in a cold tone, his gun in plain sight and his fedora lowered. "This town is part of our allies' territories, and because of that, we were obliged to intervene." explained the hit man, his face completely serious and calm. G was completely impressed at the lying prowess of the man.
"We have orders to bring in the guilty parties…" whispered the one in command, the sound of rattling chains filling the silence. "You must come with us." the cloaked figure rasped, his chains lifting from the ground. G growled, and positioned himself in front of his cousin. He felt at his back how the rest of the guardians tensed and raised their weapons once more.
"Ah… But I have proof." Reborn took out from his suit two tapes, and tossed them to the floor. "Those are the hospital´s surveillance videos of this incident…" drawled the man and then looked behind him extending one hand. "Gokudera, give them the phone! The one Knuckles had." G saw his cousin flounder while patting his pockets and for a moment G was sure that Hayato had lost the device, and sighed in relief when a slightly battered phone came out of his pockets.
"Here…" said Gokudera, almost tossing the phone to Reborn, unwilling to step closer to the Vindice. G couldn't blame him, those monsters were terrifying. "This is proof of the Gesso's betrayal against the peace treaty with the Vongola, as well as the treaty for time traveling devices." explained Reborn, and one of the Vindice took the tapes and the phone. The leader didn't seem either shocked or even interested at the evidence.
"You shall remain in this town until we come to a decision." he ordered in the same raspy and dark tone, and Reborn merely sneered at them. As fast as they had come, the Vindice left. The Vongola used the remaining confusion of police and hysterical people running out of the building to escape.
"Come one, we still have to pick up your boss..." Reborn said, and G nodded warily at the dark look in the hit man's eyes. The group started running in the direction of the park, scurrying through alleys and corners, trying to avoid the police and press that were flooding in the direction of the hospital. "This is becoming a circus…" whispered G and flinched at the scorching glare Reborn gave him, before running again.
Reborn was carrying around a black haired kid he didn't recognize and Asari was also supporting what seemed like a younger version of himself, that Bianchi had almost tossed at him. 'When did she get those goggles?' he mused. Besides him, Hayato was doing everything in his power to be as far away as he could from her.
G had so many questions for so many people, but a sudden flare of indigo flames in the distance made him run faster in the direction of the park. Those were mist flames, very familiar mist flames. "Giotto, Tsuna!" G panted as they finally reached the source of the light.
He paused when he recognized two of the Cervello calmly staring at something inside a dome of mist flames. One of the Cervello seemed to be guarding three bodies. 'What the hell is happening here?' he wondered. Then, his eyes went to the middle of the circle and he saw Giotto, Tsuna and Daemon inside the dome. "What the hell are you doing here Daemon?!" he growled at the other. He had enough for a day. He didn't need anything else on his plate. "Giotto? What…?"
"Nufufufu… Late as always, my fellow guardians!" mocked Daemon from inside the dome. "But don't worry, we are just finishing the bond..." he explained and G swallowed the barrage of insults he wanted to hurl at him. He looked at Giotto instead, asking silently for an explanation.
"We are fulfilling a promise..." stated Giotto. G frowned at his friend's tone. The blond was kneeling in front of Tsuna and the boy was shaking and seemed barely conscious. His flame was alight, but was flickering madly. "What are you talking about? Daemon, what are you doing here?!" The redhead saw Giotto whispering something to Tsuna and put one hand on his head and then slid it down, letting it rest on the boy's back; as if steadying him for something.
"I'm sorry… This may hurt a little." he heard Giotto whisper to Tsuna. G stepped forward to reach them, barrier or not. He paused in astonishment when he saw Giotto pulling back his other arm, tensing his body and extending his fingers now covered in orange flames.
He saw as Giotto narrowed his eyes in concentration and then made a sharp move forwards, stabbing Tsuna in the chest, in the exact same spot where Xanxus had stabbed Tsuna in the past.
"NO!"
He watched from the corner of his eyes as Cozart appeared at his right, and heard him scream in rage at the impossible image before his eyes. He saw one of the Cervello try to restrain him, and her lookalike joined the fray, but all of it was lost in the middle of the nightmarish vision.
"G-giotto?" he whispered in a lost tone and then, he fell to his knees. He watched as in slow motion as the wrist disappeared inside the boy's chest; inside the boy he had watched over for so many years, the flame he had helped to maintain alight. He felt himself suddenly transported to a nightmare. This couldn't be real, this was obviously an illusion created by Daemon. He heard Gokudera making a choking noise, and stumble forwards and also falling to his knees.
"Are you betraying us Primo?" asked an equally surprised Daemon, but didn't take down his barrier. Giotto shook his head calmly and held the struggling Tsuna in place, his hands firm and strangely gentle. "Keep the barrier up!" commanded Giotto in a tired tone. G suddenly noticed that there was no blood, not even a drop. Giotto's hand was enveloped in flames and Tsuna seemed to struggle more in panic than in pain. G saw from the corner of his eye as Reborn pointed his gun at the scene and shot, only for his bullets to fall harmlessly to the ground.
"This is the ceremony for the binding of the Capro Espiatorio. You shall not interrupt!" stated one of the Cervello, her impassive face turned towards to the group. Cozart was being held by gunpoint and seemed torn between anger and fear. G blinked at her while Reborn stepped back, with a snarl in place.
"Ugh!" G whipped his head around at the sound. Tsuna was now yelling in pain as countless white strands appeared around the brunette's wrists, a myriad of bright strands of light, writhing around for a moment and then disappearing in a shower of sparks. "Let's begin…." whispered Giotto and took out his hand.
The storm guardian watched in shock how the hand of his friend came out covered in a thick and black substance. It had a strange bulbous shape. The mass was writhing sluggishly, like some kind of deformed parasite, moving around and reaching towards his friend.
G tried to make his legs move, but he was paralyzed in confusion and astonishment. He couldn't understand the situation at all. "H-hey… Don't!" He saw in revulsion as Giotto pushed the thing inside himself while making a horrible grimace of pain and disgust, until all of the filth was inside his chest, leaving his best friend; his brother, shaking and pale.
"I'm fulfilling my promise Daemon…." The blond clasped his chest with a grimace and looked up to the sky with a strange look in his eyes. "We are fulfilling our promise!" Giotto said with a strong voice. His flame doubled in size and pulsed once and then twice. Around him, eight figures appeared. All of them were dressed in the same way; with a filthy and torn goat pelt and white, torn robes.
"We received your message through the ring, Primo." said one of the figures. It was the voice of a woman. "We will be happy to help you accomplish this…" He heard Daemon gasp and almost let the barrier fall. He was looking around with a desperate expression. One of the figures stepped forwards and extended pale and delicate arms around as in a nonthreatening gesture. "The eight of us agree with your resolve."
The eight figures were removing their pelts from their shoulders, revealing youthful features and a strange white halo surrounding their bodies. They took off their respective pelt and deposited them in the center of the circle of mist flames, making a gruesome pile of animal skins. "We all wish for the same thing, Primo." G stared at the revealed sight of the young men and women, all of them ghost like in their movements with unearthly grace and shine. They all had strands of white light around their wrists. They looked like shackled spirits to him. "We are ready, Primo. We finally have ten…. It should be enough." said one of the men. G recognized him from one of the photos from Otavio's time; he had been her cousin or something.
G stared in astonishment at the figure that approached Giotto. "My son... are you sure?" This was his friend's mother, Alessandra. The woman seemed for once, healthy and free, not the pale, fragile woman G had always seen. "There's no going back once we start this…" She approached Giotto and gave him a soft hug, and then reached around him, closer to Tsuna and proceeded to put her hands around the shoulders of the small boy, still looking in concern at Giotto.
G watched as something white and red materialized above Tsuna's shoulders. It looked like some kind of animal's pelt; the same type the other eight ghosts had been wearing. Giotto seemed sad and overjoyed at the sight of his mother. He smiled gently and nodded. "I'm sure…mother." Giotto said. The woman nodded gravely and yanked hard at the pelt and Tsuna screamed in pain at this, his flames finally extinguishing, and the body slumped forwards like a puppet with its strings cut.
Was he alive? Dead? G couldn't be sure. He wasn't sure of anything at the moment. This was definitely a trickery or a delusion because there was no way this scene is real.
Another of the figures separated itself from the group, and approached Daemon. It was a very beautiful woman and G felt a spark of a memory at the sight. "Elena?" he heard the illusionist whispering in a longing tone. His voice was soft and yearning. It sounded almost human to G ears; a desperate and lost voice. "It's me, Daemon, my love... It's time to rest…" The woman reached forward, her thin arms enveloping the other. "You have done enough for our family. Thank you, my beloved."
The blond woman smiled gently at Daemon, gathering him in her arms like a lost child. She kissed his lips gently and took his hand. "It's time to correct our mistakes. Will you help us?" she asked with a tender smile, her hand slowly caressing his face."Nufufu…Have I ever denied you anything, my dear lady?" Daemon answered, taking her hand.
When the ten figures joined in a circle, the purple circle changed in color, becoming a brilliant white that hurt his eyes. "Giotto!" G screamed once, his eyes searching his friend. He was confused, afraid, and most of all, he had a horrible feeling about these proceedings. He needed to stop whatever they were doing, somehow. But the white light seemed to expand and make the air heavy with power. He couldn't move, G realized. He was completely paralyzed.
"GIOTTO!"
When the hand went inside his chest, Tsuna stared in frozen horror at the face of the one attacking him, but Giotto's face was still serene and sad. Tsuna suddenly noticed that there wasn't that much pain. Instead, he felt as if half of his pains and aches were disappearing at once. There was only a prickly feeling inside his chest, almost burning but not quite.
He felt the arm retreating and he panicked. This couldn't be normal! He had a hand in his chest, and yet there was no pain, no blood, nothing! A harsh pull later and the pain finally invaded his senses. He felt as his hands were being burnt. His wrists were on fire. He watched in panic and desperation as each delicate strand on his wrist snapped and disappeared.
He waited for the pain to subside and gasped in horror at the black thing that Giotto had pulled out of his chest. He almost puked at the smell of the thing. It reeked of blood and decaying things. Like the concentrated stench of a thousand foul wastes.
"What? What are you doing?" he whispered when Giotto pulled the thing inside him, forcing the struggling mass in his own body. Tsuna watched the act as if in a horrified trance. "No…" Then, eight figures appeared around them, and divested themselves from the pelts.
"My son... are you sure?" This was his aunt, Alessandra, Tsuna realized. It was really her. "There's no going back once we start this…" she warned, and Tsuna felt himself at the edge of going mad. He didn't understand all of this. The world had become insane and he had been left behind. Why was Daemon calling Giotto, Primo? Why were the people from his dreams appearing before him?
His mind came to a stop when he felt something tugging at his very soul, as if ripping a piece of it in the process. And it hurt like hell, it hurt as nothing had ever hurt before. His very soul was burning and freezing and then breaking apart inside him. He screamed at the agony and faintly heard someone speaking, but Tsuna could only hear the frantic beat of his heart and the roar of his flame coming alive inside him once more; finally free from the burden of the curse.
He saw the one called Daemon join the group and saw Giotto's face getting closer to him once more. "Shh… It's done…It's over for you…" The blond hugged him again, harder this time, almost desperate. He was trembling. There were no tears in his eyes, but Tsuna could see the panic and fear inside those amber eyes, Giotto was deeply scared of something. "All I ever wanted was to protect you from this world…I wanted to avoid…" The blond whispered, trying to convey something with his eyes and failing.
Tsuna felt the horrible shaking of the bigger body and the warm breath in his ear. "I'm sorry for this… It's fine if you don't forgive me, us." he whispered, while his pain-filled brain tried to make sense of the words. "It's okay to hate me, but… Please don't forget about me. Remember me, Tsuna… Please…?" he finished in a choked whisper, as if uttering those few words was tearing his heart apart.
Tsuna grasped one of Giotto's hands. "What…? What are you doing, Giotto?" Tsuna didn't understand the meaning of the words, unable to believe the message in them "Take care of everybody… and don't forget that I have always loved you very much... Always will…"
"Wha...? What are you saying?" His hyper intuition was working overdrive and Tsuna grasped his hands with desperately. 'Don't let go!' screamed a frantic voice inside him. 'Stop him!' wailed something deep inside him. There was something terribly wrong with this. He felt that if he let go, then Giotto would.. He would…
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Tsuna screamed in fright, grabbing the hands in a death grip. He clasped one shoulder in fear and Giotto returned the embrace, smiling at him with that awful sad look in his eyes. "I'm destroying the tradition…" Tsuna's arms went slack at the words, his embrace weakening. 'The shield? What about the family?!' He searched for an answer in his eyes and only got sadness and fear from them. "W-what…? why? " he babbled. He felt the other letting go of his hands, their fingers barely brushing in their retreat. 'No! Stop him!' bellowed his inner self, but his hands were numb with confusion and betrayal. 'You liar.' He was destroying their family?
Giotto got up and walked to the circle of nine, now ten with him. Elena smiled dolefully at him and he nodded to the woman. The circle was now complete. The ten flames burned and merged in a vortex of white light and heat, merging in a pillar of flames with a roar, making the trees groan and the earth shake with the intensity of it. The pelts dissolved in a black mass in the center, vanishing in a black mist.
'Get up! STOP HIM!' demanded something inside Tsuna. He tried to get up. He struggled with the same desperation as the day he had woken up 'Move, MOVE!' He pushed himself to his knees and this time, he locked them until he was back to his feet. 'Please, just move.' One step at a time, he approached the burning dome until he could see clearly each of the people inside. 'No, no…stop.' They were all covered in flames, but with peaceful expressions on their faces, and the strands were dissolving and gathering around Giotto in a strange show of sparks.
"Please…" he whispered, without knowing what he was begging for. He gasped when the first one opened his eyes and disappeared, smiling beatifically at something invisible. "No…Giotto!" He reached the column of fire and tried to touch it, burning his hands in the process, the angry blisters covering the pale skin at once. "What are you doing? STOP IT!" He saw another figure disappear.
He saw in desperation as one by one, they vanished in a burst of flames and light and sad smiles on their faces. The boy saw the image of his aunt smiling at him and mouthing something he couldn't hope to decipher, before disappearing with the rest. "AUNT!" He moaned in anguish, feeling her flame disappear from his senses, the same flame that had shielded him for so long. "I beg you! STOP THIS!"
Tsuna felt a mounting dread with each disappearance until only Elena, Daemon and Giotto remained inside the dome. The woman smiled brightly at his husband and whispered something to his ear and he smiled gently in return nodding slowly and kissing her cheek. They both disappeared in a blaze, leaving behind only Giotto in the middle of a colossal ball of flames. "PLEASE! GIOTTO, PLEASE!" he implored to the blond, every part of his being aching, his own flame weeping at the extinguishing flames.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING!" Tsuna heard someone screaming at his back, and continued to push against the fire, feeling the skin on his arms burning from the heat of the column. "GIOTTO, YOU MORON! GET BACK HERE!" Another voice joined the ruckus, and Tsuna screamed in agony as the fire intensified, feeling his skin falling apart and exposing the delicate tissue under it. He ignored the pain and pushed forwards, his eyes beseechingly and tormented. "Please…please don't do this!" he whispered looking directly at Giotto.
"GIOTTO!" It was G's voice, a part of Tsuna's brain supplied, and it sounded completely desperate. "YOU BLASTED IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" "GIOTTO COME BACK HERE BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS!"
"Stop joking around! GET OUT OF THERE!" Tsuna heard the screams at his back, but his eyes were focused on the burning image before him. He needed to reach him. He had to stop him! But it was Giotto who approached him instead and gently clasped his hand once more. His hands went through the flaming barrier with ease, and Tsuna felt a sliver of hope.
"G-giotto…?" The other suddenly looked older; timeless. Almost intangible, and tired, so very weary. Like an ancient god fed up with his tasks. Tsuna clasped the hand with his own burnt one, as if trying to ground the other at his side. "Please… stop this…" He begged him, supplicating at him once more to stop the ritual.
The blond dropped his smile and looked at him with a tired and guilty expression. "We are destroying the tradition, Tsuna… All of us…" he explained in a low voice, his eyes calm and resigned. "We are going to give our flames and souls to fill the void of the Tri-ni-sette and destroy the curse once and for all…" He frowned lightly, as if remembering something, but then shook his head.
"We didn't have enough power before, but now…" He closed his eyes in sorrow and then opened to look the other in the eyes and Tsuna saw acceptance in them. "I'm sorry for being selfish once more Tsuna…" he whispered, and Tsuna felt a surge of panic inside him.
'No… He couldn't … He wasn't going to…' He clasped the hand strongly, making his burnt fingers bleed from the strain, ignoring the pain and the tears blurring his vision. "Take care of our family for me, Tsuna. I trust in you." he said, while raising his voice and looking at someone behind him.
"I'm leaving the rest to you, Decimo… Tsuna, I know you can change the Vongola. Ciao, my…" Suddenly Tsuna was flung away by a sudden surge of power. He heard the sound of something breaking and a bright light hurting his eyes. He could hear someone screaming in rage, in denial. Was it was him or another? He didn't know. He could feel the ground shaking under his knees and the wind ruffling his hair, and the incandescent light trying to burn his retinas.
When the light receded, he found himself kneeling in the middle of a scorched circle, alone, with the sky ring tightly grasped in his hand. 'When did he…?' He stared at the circle of still warm metal, the jewel in the ring glinting offensively at him. He looked around with wide eyes, but the circle was completely empty. 'Decimo.' Giotto had called him that. 'As if… he is…'
The sudden realization of Giotto's actions left him breathless. 'He is gone.' He closed his fist around the ring and curled his body around it, as if trying to avoid his very soul from crumbling in grief. He was crying, screaming. He didn't know anymore. There was just pain and sorrow in his being. It was making him forget about the world, only conscious of the horrible absence of the warmth of Giotto's flame. There was crushing void in his wailing heart.
Someone was hugging him, and then another body joined the hug, and another, until he was in the middle of a mass of bodies, all of them raging and crying at their loss. Crying for their boss, savior, leader, and rival.
Tsuna felt somebody touching his hand. It was G. The redhead was looking at him with tear filled eyes. He grabbed his clenching hand and took the ring from it. Tsuna couldn't understand the solemn look he was giving him, nor the burning determination behind the pain.
The ring was soaked in his own blood form his battered hands but the pain was ignored at the sight of G taking the metal band between two of his fingers and firmly sliding it on Tsuna's ring finger.
"Decimo…" he whispered, bowing his head and accidentally letting a tear drop on the blue gem. He deposited a brief kiss on the ring and hugged Tsuna once more, giving his obeisance, and sharing his grief in one gesture. Tsuna nodded numbly and returned the embrace, joining once more the group of people wailing with hoarse voices of the death of their friend and brother, the disappearance of the first sky.
According to Agrippa, "Ten is called the number of all or universal, and the complete number marking the full course of life." With the tenth, a circle is fulfilled, and a new beginning is uncertain.
Vongola Decimo, Sawada Tsunayoshi, is the designated one to rule the empire.
The end.
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