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Shock comes in many forms, but the first time I felt it deeply was when I met my grandmother when I was eleven.

All this time all my picture of my grandmother was formed by words. Stories Nonno told about her were grand, making her out to be the most beautiful, determined, tender woman ever. She passed when my father was fifteen, and left my grandfather with a heart so wrenched that he never married again, much to the disappointment of my matchmaker dad. He understood that his mother would always want the love of his life to be happy, but Nonno refused every woman sent his way.

At first I thought it was a trick of the light. My Nonno was telling us a story about Italy after World War II and there I saw her, with a tender smile and placing a hand on my Nonno's shoulder. At first I didn't know who she was, but then Nonno gave me a knowing smile and said, "Both of your grandparents are special. Not even death can do us apart."

After this event my parents sent me to a clinical psychiatrist to inquire about the probability of schizophrenia in their daughter and barred Nonno from ever seeing me again.

Needless to say, I was speechless. It was a special type, the one where you meet a person you have heard about in countless stories and you wish to meet with all your heart. This was the exact same feeling I felt for the person standing in front of me.

He was dressed in a shihakusho with a tattered haori. His eyes were an inviting gold meanwhile his hair a shocking purple. I immediately knew his lineage without him having to introduce himself. "Well, this is exciting. First living person to visit me in over five hundred years. Oh, but where are my manners? I am Shihoin Kamui, Captain of the Second Division a long, long time ago. Raibaju has told me a lot about you, Artemis. Which brings me to ask, where is he?"

"I took a blow to my reiryoku and my connection with him was severed. The Fourth Division said it could take a couple months to have it back."

"Then how exactly did you get here without your guide?"

"Uh, I rowed... And then drifted the rest of the way here, I suppose."

Kamui's eyes widened and then narrowed. He placed his hands on my shoulders and shook me slightly, immediately making me slightly angry at his over-familiarity. "You didn't drink any of the water, did you?"

My anger grew, mixed in with some shock and intense grief. I had half a mind to realize that I was overreacting and that my emotions weren't appropriate for the situation, but I didn't care. I slapped his hands away from me and I glared at him with tearful eyes. I said something to him that I couldn't process or wasn't aware of either, as if someone else had taken control, but that was enough for Kamui to look surprised and even guilty.

"Artemis, you must leave this place right now. You're not your own." He turned to his side and the fire wolf snapped to his attention. "I need you to guide her back, Shiranui. Make sure she doesn't swallow more water, alright?" I could feel my anger morphing into rage at this point. "I'm sorry our first meeting had to go like this, Artemis. I promise I'll explain things when you're here with Raibaju.

"I'm going to knock you out now, okay? Shiranui will make sure you wake up safe and sound. Farewell, Artemis."

When I woke up my room was dark and the intense emotions I had felt in Kamui's island immediately faded away. This only left me with frustration, and this frustration was wholly mine and mine alone. I had lost my opportunity to get some answers because I lost my temper, even though I wasn't entirely conscious about it. I went there to discover more about myself and was left with even more questions, namely what exactly that water is and why Kamui had a zanpakutou spirit that looked eerily like mine but wasn't the same one at the same time.

"You sure do know how to make people worry for you."

I want to say I held in a gasp but that would've been a lie. The darkness had hid him well, but his voice had given away his identity. I sat up immediately, poised for a fight. "What do you want, Kannogi."

The person in the chair to my left shifted, though I was unsure if it was because of my tone of voice or to get more comfortable. "Why are you so hostile now? It's been over three years since we last saw each other. You have no reason to hate me now."

He was right, and I hated him for that. "Why are you here?" I muttered, swallowing my pride for a second.

"I..." Though I couldn't see him in this darkness, I could hear the hesitance in his voice.

"Why don't you turn on the light first," I offered quietly. "This is a bit creepy."

Kannogi chuckled, which was quite the novelty given that we had a rivalry throughout our Shino years and we never expressed enjoyment for each other's company.

I was astonished to see just how much he had changed these past couple of years. His black hair was a bit longer, now reaching his shoulders, and his normally competitive dark blue eyes were so dull I had to remind myself all the times he had tried to humiliate me so that I could hate him.

"This is much better," he agreed softly. He sat back down in his chair and looked at me with intense eyes, which made me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Ah, so why are you here again?"

He snapped back from his reverie and his cheeks turned slightly pink from embarrassment. This was much more entertaining than what I thought. "I came to ask for the truth."

"What truth?"

Kannogi looked down and focused on the floor. "Behind Airi's... Airi's death." He spoke the words as if they physically pained him and with a start I remembered this had been Airi's long-term relationship. I needed to tread this one carefully, not for him, but for Airi.

I schooled my expression to be calm and unassuming. "What's being said about her?"

He finally met my eyes and I felt pity surge within me, pity that was quickly squashed down when I remembered the disdain he had for me for not being a noble. Ha, the irony of life. He fell in love with a commoner. "That she was turned into a Visored against her will, just like you almost did but for some reason it didn't work with you. How she... was stabbed my Aizen. Is it true?"

The only untruth in that sentence was that Airi was turned into a Visored against her will, but the rest was pretty much right. "Yes, that is what happened."

"Liar," he whispered, but there was so much anger in that sentence that my body froze and my eyes widened.

Luckily my expression went unnoticed and I cooled down enough to send him a glare. "You doubt my words."

Takahiro tried to glare at me but he failed. Instead he looked forlorn and confused. "She changed, a long time ago. I don't know if she told you, but we had to put our relationship on hold."

My head perked up at that statement. That I did not know. Hadn't I listened to Airi gushing about her date with Kannogi not even a month ago? "How long ago?"

"Less than a year ago. My family found out about my relationship with her and ordered me to put it to an end."

"And like the good, noble dog that you are, you ended it," I sneered at him.

He tried to muster enough anger to frown at me, but he only ended up nodding guiltily. "After a couple of months I realized my stupidity and made a deal with my younger brother to let him become head in exchange of allowing me to stay with Airi. He accepted, of course, and I prepared myself to ask Airi's forgiveness, but it was too late."

"What do you mean?"

"She was different. She wanted to spar all the time, relish in a power she had recently acquired. She was stronger, faster, but she still couldn't beat me. Before this hadn't been a problem in our relationship, but now it seemed Airi was always angry at me, or resentful, I'm not sure. I started toning down my strength and letting her win, but she still became more power-hungry to the point that she was no longer Airi.

"When I heard about the Visored everything made sense. Her newfound power, her greed for more, her anger towards me for beating her when before it was simple fun... It made sense that she had become a Visored long before... that day."

He stared at me with such hopeless eyes that I didn't know what to say. "So is it true? Was she a traitor like all those power-hungry fools? I need to know this, Costa, please."

"What difference does it make?" I shot back bitterly. "Either way, she's still dead."

"It makes a difference to me," he growled back. "It makes a difference in the way I mourn her... Whether the Airi I feared the last couple of months was the Airi I loved for years or another person. Whether she was loyal to Soul Society... or a traitor."

If I told him the truth, this guilt he felt would alleviate and instead would be replaced by a sense of betrayal. Airi betrayed not only Soul Society, but our friendship. However, if I didn't tell him, he would live thinking that Airi didn't love him anymore, which at this point I'm not so sure if she did. Her love for power had clouded over the other loves she had.

Even more confusing, I didn't know what I wanted him to feel. Some sadistic part of me wanted to make him suffer, and I was slightly ashamed of it but at the same time I understood. His rivalry with me wasn't healthy. At times there was some semblance of sportsmanship but most of the time we were fighting for something more than that. And in the end he had won. He got into the most prestigious Division in his first year out and although I had gotten into the Sixth, something not many could do, I couldn't compare with him.

"Well?" he prodded. I hadn't realized I had been lost in my thoughts until now.

"She did betray us," I admitted quietly. "The power Aizen gave her clouded everything. I think I know why she did it, though... She had something to protect and she wanted to protect it in whatever way she could, even if it meant making an alliance with someone as vile as him."

"Then she was a traitor." He sounded relieved, in some twisted way, but then something crept into his eyes and he narrowed them. "Then what exactly happened down there? You must've reacted badly to that."

"Airi tried to kill me," I blurted out. "She thought I was a threat to Soul Society and thought it would be best to eliminate me."

"What? But you are–"

"I was her best friend, yes," I interrupted. "And no, I didn't kill her," I continued, sensing his next question. "Aizen did stab her in the back; that part was true."

"Such a pitiful way to die," he murmured, running a hand through his black hair. "Such a pitiful, pitiful death."

I ignored the emotion in his voice and continued on another pressing subject. "No one must know this, Kannogi. I told you because you asked this of me, and now I ask you to keep this a secret. Our image of Airi has been tarnished forever, but we mustn't do this to Soul Society. Let all of them think she died an honorable person."

He sighed despondently. "I still love Airi, but even I know that she doesn't deserve this."

"The only thing anyone deserves in this world is life, and she was robbed of that. I told you my terms, and I hope you respect that."

"Do you know why I never liked you?" I was shocked to hear this, but before I could even muster a reply, he continued, "I was allowed to enter the Academy late because my family pulled some strings, not because of my own merits. You, however, were accepted immediately and placed in the highest class a late student could have hoped for. And then, to add insult to the injury, you viewed me as an equal. There you were, a commoner, making fun of me, a noble, as if it was the norm. I was outraged enough to hold a grudge against you for all our Academy years, and apparently you were as well.

"But now... I am grateful you treated me like that. I gave Airi a chance because I knew how to treat others as my equals and even went against my family for her. Now I'm no longer the heir of the Kannogi family and I feel... freedom. It's not all because of you, of course, but you sure helped."

He got up and placed something on my lap. "When you landed in the hospital the first time, Airi heard a rumor that you had scarred your hands and arms badly so she bought these for you. When she found out you were alright she kept them in her room, though I'm not sure why. I found these and thought, well, that you have nothing to remind you of her when she our Airi and that maybe you might want them as a keepsake."

I took his gift and eyed them approvingly. Airi had bought me black fingerless gloves that reached up until my elbow, probably to cover my scars. The material felt tight but not too restricting, perfect for practicing.

When I looked up Kannogi was near the door. "Kannogi." He immediately stopped and turned, dark blue eyes questioning. "Thank you... And if you need to talk, I, uh, I'm here to talk."

He smiled warmly at me, making me feel something that wasn't unpleasant but not comfortable either. "Thanks, Costa. I might need a new friend from now on."

And with that he left, but I wasn't entirely aware because I was too busy putting on Airi's gift meanwhile chuckling that of course she knew my exact size, even though I had never told her.

I hadn't planned on sleeping in the Fourth Division but in the end I did. However, that didn't mean that I wasn't going to show up for work, because Captain Kuchiki was a man that had little patience for excuses and tardiness.

Unsurprisingly, I was earlier than Renji but Captain Kuchiki was already there. I wordlessly sat in my desk and started reviewing papers, signing where I needed to and organizing them depending on level of importance. Much of the paperwork were requests for either extra shinigami or partnering Divisions hoping to make some rounds in Rukongai to recruit new shinigami hopefuls. Aizen's Betrayal, as it was now called, had left a large dent in our fighting force, and we didn't have a lot of time to make it up.

Sixth Year Shino students had already been promoted to shinigami, and I knew a couple of Fifth Years who had also been lumped into that category.

"Artemis." My head snapped up at my commander's voice, and I still felt slightly uncomfortable that he called me by my first name. I wonder if this was how Renji felt. "There is somewhere you must be today."

I racked my brain for the answer, but sadly I couldn't come up with it. "Where, exactly?"

"Soutaichou asked me to let you go and get the samples Kurotsuchi-taichou wanted from that Hollow specimen." Though his eyes were focused on his work, I could hear the disdain in his voice for both the Twelfth Division's Captain and White. "Though I don't agree with such work, I have to follow Soutaichou's orders. You are excused for today."

I stood up and bowed slightly towards his direction, even if he couldn't see me. "Yes, sir."

"Oh, and also, don't forget we have lessons tomorrow."

This caused me to falter slightly in my step. "But I don't have my zanpakutou back, taichou."

"I know, but you can take advantage of your smaller reiryoku reserves to control it more fully. Trust me in this, Artemis."

Though I was still slightly unsure of this, I knew better than to argue with my superior, and, in this case, teacher. "Very well, Kuchiki-taichou. I will see you tomorrow morning."

I usually shunpoed to my destinations, but today I decided to walk. I was in no hurry to go to the Twelfth Division and I didn't want to spoil my mood so early in the day. I was a pit peeved that I hadn't been told with a couple of days in advance about this new arrangement, but there was nothing that could be done about it. I'm sure that I wasn't a priority in the soutaichou's plans and if I was it was for no good reason.

The doors opened and I stepped in, slightly creeped out by the silence and emptiness of the Twelfth Division. This was a place usually bursting with activity, but today it almost seemed abandoned.

I felt a reiatsu creeping closer to me and I placed my hand on Raibaju's hilt.

"You must be Costa Artemis, correct?"

I jumped in the air, because the voice hadn't come from the place I had predicted it to. Were my sensing abilities hindered as well? "Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou... You scared me."

"Follow me," she continued in her empty voice, not addressing my comment. I should've been slightly angered by her disregard of me, but I knew that being Mayuri's "daughter" was a horrible fate and she deserves some leeway for what happens in her life.

Nemu had to swipe a card through various doors and it was not until I was in a big observatory room that I realized escaping from this place would almost be impossible now. The room had big windows overlooking a small, empty room with a horned being chained to the wall.

It seemed as if everyone from the Twelfth Division was gathered in this rather large observatory room, explaining the vacancy from before. Most were working the machinery meanwhile others were simply observing White, noting everything that went on below them.

"You must go downstairs and get some venom from him. Here is a vial. Good luck."

She motioned to a wall which had a door leading to the stairs and quickly left. So empathetic, that Nemu.

People parted their way for me as I neared the stairs. To think that a couple of years ago I would've been ecstatic to be the centerpiece of a project and now I had been forced to come here against my will. Kurotsuchi murders more than just shinigami, it seems.

The heavily reinforced steel door opened for me and I stepped inside. I looked up at the windows but from this vantage point they were only glass, meaning that they could see me but I couldn't see them.

Finally I noticed White. I had never meet him, but I could feel the scar in my bicep throbbing. He looked like a white devil, with large teeth and a menacing stare. His armored body and horns were black, and it took me a while to figure out that this was a Hollow and not a masked shinigami.

"So I finally get to meet you," I murmured, knowing he couldn't respond. "Aizen's dog."

That seemed to get to him, and he growled deeply.

"Oh, so you understand that, huh? How a shinigami, your predator, now not only kills your kin but became your master." I don't know why I was taunting him, but I felt good. Here was the creature that converted Airi into a monster and tried to destroy my own life and I was tormenting it. To say it wasn't satisfying would be a lie.

His arms were blades, and that should have dissuaded me from stepping forward, but I did anyway, trusting the chains to hold it. "And not only that, but you can't infect me, either. You can't infect a shinigami without a zanpakutou. No wonder Aizen can control you so easily."

The only warning I had was a flash and soon enough White's teeth were buried deep in the exact same spot he had bitten me before. He was biting hard enough to make me bleed, and I could feel my flesh tearing under the strength of his jaw.

The pain left me slightly dizzy and I felt tears gathering in my eyes. However, I knew it was necessary to do this as fast as I could. I pried White's jaw off my arm with my adrenaline-fused strength and shunpoed a few feet away from the creature. Gathering a good sample was a bit hard considering that my blood was mixing with the venom, but I managed to collect enough to make me satisfied.

I chuckled breathlessly. "You stupid, stupid Hollow. Even when you wish to bring about destruction, it only ends with your own. Oh, I wish I could destroy you, slowly, might I add. I'd rip you into pieces. But we need you, unfortunately."

White grunted and made a noise that sounded eerily like a laugh, as if mocking my empty threats.

Now that my task was done, I left the room and went up to the observatory. The division members were staring at me with something akin to horrified awe, which must've been because of my half torn bicep and total nonchalance at the monster they kept imprisoned.

I handed the vial to Akon, who was the first to approach me. "Here's the venom. I made sure to not ruin it with my blood."

"On the contrary." The scientist handed me a new, larger vial. "I would like you to fill this with your blood. Usually we would want it straight from the veins to make it a good sample, but we would like to see how the venom interacts with your blood."

He made a good point and I couldn't refute it. Even if I felt slightly wary of the Twelfth Division having access to my blood, I new that I couldn't refuse them right now. I took the vial and filled it up with my mixed up blood.

"Uh, Costa, don't you feel pain?"

Huh, I hadn't noticed that until now. "I felt it when he bit me, but once the venom started entering my system, not anymore."

"Interesting. It appears there is some analgesic substance in the venom to relieve pain. It explains why Aizen's victims never resisted the treatment. However, I would still get that checked in the Fourth Division."

I would not spend another day in the Fourth. Sure, it was a place of healing, but it was just as comforting as a hospital, and that wasn't the best place to be in. "Sure, I'll head that way right now. If you'll excuse me."

The nurses had taught me some tricks and I had learned some rudimentary healing kido. Sure, I shouldn't try my hand with something as serious as a wound from a Hollow, but how else would improve my skills if I didn't try harder?

Besides, I had the rest of the day off. Better spend it productively.

Jinzen had become my go-to mediation. Even though I couldn't communicate with Raibaju, I knew I was healing our severed link. Sometimes I could feel a pleasant shock in the middle of Jinzen and I knew that Raibaju was still there, in a place where he could hear me but also interact with me in some level. Was he hidden inside my dream world? Or was he in another place I could not reach? Either way, I was anxious to fix our link for many reasons, for both my protection and emotional stability.

I felt Mihane's reiatsu coming towards my room and I was ready once she opened the door.

She blinked in confusion. "Do you always stand... like that?"

I relaxed my muscles and chuckled nervously. "No, I just felt your reiatsu coming here so I knew better."

"Well, I was just coming–"

The alarm sounded, a noise so shrill that made both of us jump. We were immediately in the offensive, zanpakutou drawn and our bodies ready. We looked at each other and nodded, shunpoing to the Sixth Division Courtyard. The battle had already started, it seemed, with humanoid clones dressed in white robes fighting my comrades.

Mihane took care of a clone that had gotten too close to me and in turn I saved Yuuma, the white-haired twin, from being cut in pieces. The clones used a katana that seemed reminiscent from a zanpakutou, but I couldn't feel any power coming from it.

I shunpoed behind one and touched it in the back. "Shin'yu Rida," I murmured, and its reiryoku soon became as native as mine. Without wasting any time I finished the binding spell, muttering, "Seigyoki," and searched for a safe point in the roof where I could control this clone and not be injured.

I killed countless of the clones with the one I had taken over and soon abandoned my possession when I saw someone about to strike it down. It would be maddening to wound my reiryoku all over again for a simple mistake.

From the top of the Division roofs I could see everyone was engaged in a fight with these clones. They weren't powerful by any right, but the sheer number of them made it hard to get rid of them. Their presence was almost the same as a hollow's, but they could wield a katana and that made it much harder to dispatch.

This was Aizen's work, no doubt, but what exactly did he want? Soul Society had nothing that he wanted, right? Was he doing this just to test our strength or was this just a simple diversion? I leaned more to the latter option, because a man as arrogant as Aizen wouldn't even bother with testing his opponent's power after the blow to our ranks he had landed.

He wouldn't have come for another shinigami. The only shinigami that interested him was Kurosaki Ichigo, and he was currently in the Living World. His curiosity with me had died for some reason, but even if he had wanted me, wouldn't someone have sought me out by now?

By studying the attack a little bit closer, the answer became clearer. This was definitely a diversion. But what was the target? What did we have that Aizen wanted?

Or what did we have that Aizen did not want us to have?

My eyes widened and I shunpoed immediately towards the Twelfth Division. Stupid, stupid, of course Aizen wanted White back. His many reasons were unclear, but I was sure of one: he knew what Kurotsuchi was capable of with that venom and he wouldn't let us develop it.

The Twelfth Division barracks was littered with wounded and dead bodies, not to mention enough blood to make the whole place smell like copper. I sensed a stronger reiatsu in one of them and approached her body. I shook her gently, then a little bit more forcibly when the shinigami didn't wake.

Her eyes opened blearily, her hazel eyes unfocused. "What...?"

"What happened here?"

She coughed a bit of blood. Specks of the red liquid landing on my cheek, but I paid them no mind. "Someone rushed here before we could alert anyone... So strong... So strong."

"Where are Kurotsuchi-taichou and Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou?"

"I... I'm not sure. Out in Rukongai, maybe." Her eyes widened and her feeble hands grabbed the sleeve of my shihakusho. "Please, you must stop it! It's after–"

"White," I interrupted grimly. "I know. We must alert our superiors first, though. They'll know what to do."

"No, no, too late. We can't send a reiatsu signal because there is too much fighting going on and whatever that thing was broke our alert systems. Besides, no one except the Twelfth Division and the taichou know about White's existence. Please, you must go after it. Please."

I grit my teeth and gently let her go. She was right. No one would come help us here, especially with all the fighting going on with those zanpakutou-wielding hollows. If I left to alert any higher ranked shinigami aware of the Twelfth's prisoner, White would be long gone by the time we got back.

Then again, I was supposedly out of duty and in worse shape than most of the people scattered in the floor here. I definitely wouldn't win with my power, so I had to rely on my wits.

I shunpoed through the Twelfth Division, mindful to avoid the slaughter. Whoever had done this was powerful enough to take over two hundred qualified shinigami, alone. How could I do any better?

However, I couldn't let them get White. Aizen had almost eradicated the Twelfth Division, ensuring the delay of a biological weapon, and although I may be against them, I knew this was war and we needed it, especially right now with our disadvantage.

Aizen had already one two battles, I couldn't let him take our sample.

I was just in time to see the Twelfth Division's members make their last stand against the enemy. It was dressed with a white jacket with coattails, a red sash around its hip, and a white hakama. It had green hair reaching its shoulders, but it has its back to me so I couldn't see more.

Knowing this was my only chance, I shunpoed behind the creature and placed my hands in its back, murmuring "Shin'yu Rida." I could hear the creature thinking to retaliate so I got out of the way before I was cut into pieces.

"Hoh, someone here fights dishonorably." The voice was male, that much I could tell. And from the information I could gather from Shin'yu Rida, not wholly hollow either.

The remnants of the Twelfth Division shunpoed behind me, as if I was some sort of hero. "Be careful," one of them whispered quickly. "He is fast."

"Well, it is courteous to give a warning to the place you're about to invade," I rebuked softly. "I must commend you for the invasion, though. Very well done."

He turned to me, and I flinched slightly at the sight. Half of his face was covered in a mask, and only one gray eye was visible. His grin widened. "You like them? We call them Medio-Arrancar, or Failed Arrancar. They are mostly normal hollows without a class, but they all look the same."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What in the world are you talking about? What are Arrancar?"

He prepared his sword and I stiffened. I felt the people behind me cower slightly. "Oh, my, look at the time. It was a pleasure speaking to someone who didn't tremble at my mere reiatsu. I consider it quite powerful, don't you think?"

I position Raibaju in front of me, but mentally readied the Seigyoki spell. "You three go get help, I'll hold this guy off here."

"But–"

"Hurry! We must not let him get his hands on White!"

I felt rather than saw them leave, since my eyes were completely focused on my opponent. It was stupid, and I probably would die here, but I couldn't let them take White. I needed to make sure my next life wouldn't live under a tyrannical ego-maniac like Aizen.

Maybe immortality wasn't such a bad thing.

"You're truly arrogant to think you can take me on by yourself. Unless you're a taichou, which is very unlikely, you have no chances against me."

"My only mission here is to prevent you from getting White. And I will stop at nothing to achieve this. Seigyoki!"

Taking a hold of that "Medio-Arrancar" had been easy, but this one was extremely hard. His determination was insanely strong and I could feel his reiryoku fighting my own.

Unfortunately, I was stuck in one spot meanwhile I used Seigyoki, but this creature could move as he wished. There were various battles going on right now, a fight for the movement of his legs, his arms, his torso, his breathing...

All the fighting overwhelmed me and I was roughly expelled from his body with such harshness that I crumpled to the ground breathlessly.

I managed to dodge most of his downward slash, but he wounded my side enough to make a flesh wound. I was still dizzy and weak from my failed possession, and it showed in my sloppy movements.

"What an interesting attack! I must admit I had never felt so hopeless before in my life. Such a cruel spell you have there, shinigami. Would you care to give me your name so I can boast about your death?"

"Costa Artemis," I bit out. "Give me yours so I can say I cheated your death."

He laughed and laughed. "Oh, someone that makes me anxious and laugh five minutes later. Very well, you have earned my name. Xerten Portos, Número Cinco of the Sombras Ocultas. Now, it is time to die, Costa Artemis."

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