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I spent all of the love I've saved
We were always a losing game
Small-town boy in a big arcade
I got addicted to a losing game
Chapter 34: All that's left.
The inside of the crashed submarine was a mess. Broken down pieces of metal and sharp fragments of glass covered the ground, crunching underneath her feet with each step as she carefully made her way through the dimly lit narrow passageways, halting now and then to listen for a sound.
But nothing was heard, all remained silent.
A broken electrical wire fizzled above her head, bright sparks falling from the ceiling in front of her feet when she stepped over a metal threshold into another room. A pair of decorative lamps had fallen on the ground, the light flickering over the expansive looking furniture and paintings that decorated the walls that surrounded her. She inched forward, the thick carpet soft under her feet, completely different from the cold interior of the rooms and passageways behind her. Slowly she observed everything. Despite the extravagant items in the room, the place still felt lifeless, empty. Every part too carefully decorated, the home of a man more concerned with appearances than comfort.
She halted when she reached the middle of the room before she looked back over the shoulder to the door she had come through. It was a dead end. Immediately panic rose, a thick choking wave of it, it darted up in her throat threatening to cut off her airway. Frantically she looked around, trying to find something, anything that would give her a clue to his whereabouts.
Where the hell is he?!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the crackling and groaning sound of something substantial breaking made her attention snap to the wall in front of her. The painting fell from where it hung, clattering on the ground loudly at the same time that the wall started to bulge towards her. She darted back as tears in the plaster began to form. They formed a circle, connecting at the top first, before a large piece of the wall broke free and fell forward, landing just in front of her feet with a loud crash. Dust and sand particles were kicked up by the fall, and she shielded her eyes with her arms, waiting for it to settle down before she lowered them. A large round hole had appeared in the metal wall, and beyond it was another room. Broken pipes, wires, and pieces of metal hang from the ceiling. The walls were covered in a strange looking glass, that in some places was broken, smashed as if something had been thrown against it multiple times.
And there, among the mess, standing just a few meters away from her was Erik.
He stood regal and strong. A metallic helmet rested on his head; his eyes fixed straight ahead. He lowered the hand he had used to blast the wall out, letting it rest by his side slowly. A cold shiver traveled down her spine, every hair on her body standing on end when out of the corner of her eyes, she suddenly noticed the metal bender wasn't alone. Sebastian Shaw was right there, standing as still as a statue, every muscle frozen in time on the other side of the room. Unblinking, his eyes were focused on Erik, one hand stretched out as if he was trying to reach for something before he was stopped.
"Only those that I deem worthy deserve a place in the new world I'm creating. Let's find out if you're one of them."
She swallowed, the scientist's bored smooth voice echoing in her mind, and unable to look away she stared at the Shaw until Erik's harsh voice reached her.
"I told you to stay with Charles."
Her eyes shifted to him the moment he continued.
"Or did he send you here to stop me?"
Her fingers curled into fists by her side when she watched him. His entire body was locked tight, every muscle underneath his skin strained, and not once did his steel gaze waver away from the German scientist to look at her. Emotions, like lightning, charged through her body. Relief that he was safe, anger that he believed he could order her around, and understanding that even if she had wanted to, she didn't have the strength to tell him to stop.
"You are here because my interest lies solely with you."
Her eyes returned to Schmidt, The memory of his finger on her bare skin slithered through her veins like poison. It created an instant surge of anger that burned its way up from her stomach to the back of her throat, where it coated her tongue with acid.
"No, I'm not here to stop you."
Without turning his head, the metal bender's eyes shifted her way when she talked, but her attention was too focused to notice it. Deliberately slow, she reached for the metal item that almost seemed to burn a hole in the back pocket of her combat suit. Her fingers wrapped around it before she pulled it out, and still covered in her blood, the pocket watch dangled from its silver chain when she held her hand out.
"I'm here to time how long it takes for him to return from death."
She cradled the stopwatch within her other hand, pressing the small button on top to reset the time, her shoulders sagging when she saw the 20 minutes and 48 seconds disappear.
"I wonder if he's capable of beating my time."
There it was, her approval, and when Erik heard it, his eyes shifted back to the German scientist. He breathed in deeply, pausing a tense heartbeat before his voice filled the room.
"I hope you're in there, and if you are, I'd like you to know that I agree with every word you said. We are the future," He slowly raised his hand, a metal coin slide out from one of the pockets on his combat suit. It slowly drifted upwards, following the movements of his fingers. "But, unfortunately, you killed my mother. So this is what we are going to do." He held his hand out once the coin had reached it, and eerily it hovered an inch above his palm. "I'm going to count to three, and I'm going to move the coin."
Something crashed against her chest, making it hard to pull the breath into her lungs.
"One"
Erik started counting, slowly, taking his time as the coin moved towards the German scientist at a snail's pace.
"Two."
A tremble coursed through her body, and in response, she curled her fingers tight enough around the metal stopwatch to feel the broken glass prick into her skin.
"Three."
She pressed the button on the stopwatch at the same time that the coin connected with the soft flesh of Klaus Schmidt's forehead. It traveled through his skull, exiting from the back where it hung suspended in the air for a heartbeat before it fell, echoing when it hit the ground. She remained standing where she was frozen to do anything else but watch as the German scientist's body crumbled to the floor. For a few agonizing tense seconds, all remained silent as both mutants stared at the lifeless shell on the cold metal ground.
Then, a shuddering breath left Erik's chest, a trigger that broke her gaze away from the body to look at him. Their eyes locked, and when she saw his cheeks were wet with tears, she was unable to keep the distance between them. She moved towards him, the stopwatch clattering to the ground where it instantly lay forgotten as she stepped over the pieces of metal and glass into the formerly hidden room. His blue eyes roved over her face when her hand reached for him, and he froze when her fingers found his cheek. She brushed away a tear with her thumb, again he shuddered when his muscles melted underneath her touch. His hand reached out, and he clasped hers, for a moment, the only sign of physical affection before his other hand found her hip.
He pulled her closer him, and without hesitation, she stepped into his embrace. They stood like that taking comfort from each other for a long moment, before slowly, almost reluctantly, he raised his head. She pulled away, lifting her head to look at him with a small disarming smile curving her lips. "it's over." She breathed, touching his cheek lightly, tracing her fingers softly over the tense muscle in his jaw.
He didn't say anything in return, the only response that came from him was an odd sort of breath that almost sounded relieved. He dipped his head and leaned his forehead against hers, the cold metal of the helmet against her skin causing a shiver to run down her spine. Her hands moved down from his face to his shoulders, and she let them slowly drift towards his chest, where she splayed her fingers apart. Even through his combat suit, she felt his pulse as it pounded steadily beneath her hand. His hands pressed against her waist and then slid lower, the heat of his fingers burning into her hips. He breathed against her mouth, his breath scorching her sensitive lips, making it impossible for her not to lean into him at the same that he did.
Beneath her fingertips, she felt his heartbeat leap as their lips touched.
Instantly he deepened it, angling his head when he parted her mouth. His hands started roving, one tangled in her hair, while the other skimmed across the arch of her back first before it settled on the curve of her bottom. She stood up on the tip of her toes in response, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers creeping across his nape as she returned every bit of his attention with the same enthusiasm he bestowed on her.
Her heart pounded, the emotions rushing through her painful and sweet at the same time, until, abruptly, his body froze against her. He dragged his lips away and shifted his head to the side. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, his brows furrowing in concern over something she didn't understand. His fingers moved over her temple, and down her cheek when he slowly turned his eyes back to her. There was a hesitation in their depths, a distance she immediately recognized from the day before that made her stomach clench. He brushed his thumb one last time over her kiss swollen lips before slowly he released her from his embrace. Uncomprehending, she stared at him when he stepped back to create distance between them. And then he spoke, the tone of his voice almost regretful
"I'm sorry, Liebling, but you're wrong."
Confused, she looked at him, watching as his eyes strayed away from her to the still-warm body of the German scientist behind her.
"It's never over."
Without another word, he stepped away from her, his long legs carrying him out of the room within seconds. He stopped in front of the wall to his right, his eyes narrowing in deep concentration as he stared at the metal, silently unnerving her with the abrupt change in his behavior.
"What's never over?" Unable to stay quiet she raised her voice in question, but he didn't supply her with an answer. She stepped towards him, parting her lips to demand an answer. But without turning and with a simple flick of his finger he silenced her when a massive tug on her combat suit made her stumble. She gasped, her feet scrambling across the floor as she tried to stop being dragged towards him.
"Erik!" She snapped, fighting with all her might against the grip his mutation had on the metal inside of her suit. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What I must." The cold reply followed immediately.
She struggled with everything she had on the pull of her suit, but it was useless. With a heavy thud, Erik forced her body up against the wall next to him. With another twist of his finger, a broken piece of metal shot up from the ground. It clamped around her wrist before it attached itself to the metal romp he had pushed her up against. The grip on her suit disappeared, and immediately, she jerked her hand, trying to get herself free, but she was stuck, locked against the wall.
She rounded on him angrily, red spots appearing on her cheekbones. "What the fuck!" She jerked her hand again, but the metal piece that trapped her was unmoving. Behind her, something scrapped over the floor, and everything inside of her froze when, from the corner of her eye, she saw how Schmidt's body slowly rose. His lifeless shell moved closer, the sound of the tip of his shoes as they dragged over the ground, making her shiver in discomfort. She pressed herself closer against the wall when it hovered closely past her. With another small flick of his finger, the body stopped behind him.
"Again Kate, I'm sorry, - "The edge in his voice almost made the apology sound real, but then he continued, and she felt coldness creep through her veins. " - but knowing how stubborn you can be, it is necessary to take precautions."
The metal around her wrist seemed to tighten when he spoke, the cold feeling against her skin loosening her tong dangerously as a result. "You fucking bastard!"
His lips curved, almost sad, but he remained from replying to her angry curses. All he did was raise his hands, the metal wall in front of him started to crack and rip. The metal curled outwards, only a few inches away from her hand. She stepped back to create distance, yanking on her locked limb in another useless effort to free herself. He lowered his arms when he had created a large enough breach in the romp.
The sound of the sea and the smell of salt and seaweed evaded her senses and, unable to stop, she twisted her head to look outside. Her eyes immediately found Alex, Sean, and Hank. They had returned to the beach and been heavily engaged in a fight with the remaining members of the Hell-Fire attention was caught the moment Erik's emerged from the sub. Charles ran from the wreckage of the blackbird jet, Moira following quickly behind him both of them stopping mid-run when they saw the Scientist corpse hanging in midair.
With another twist of Erik's fingers, the body of Schmidt crept forward, hovering in front of him into the air. "Today, our fighting stops!" His voice rang through the air, reaching every mutant below with his message. The soulless scientist body floated out over the beach, a red streak of blood running down from the wound on his forehead, and with a simple twist of his hand, it neared the remaining members of his team. He released his hold on the body, and it hit the sand with an eerie thud right in front of Azazel's feet.
Whatever was going through his mind, whatever it was that he was planning, instinctively, she knew it wasn't right. "Don't do this, Erik" She whispered, trying one last time to reason with him. "Whatever it is you're planning, please don't."
The soft plea made him turn his head slightly to regard her. He faced her, eyes filled with longing, tinged with regret. "As I said before, I must." Before she could say another word, he turned away from her. He stepped into the air, both arms raised as he used the magnetic waves of the earth to lower himself.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she watched him disappear from her view; her heart constricting when she heard his loud voice shouting over the beach. "Take off your blinders, brothers, and sisters. The real enemy is out there. I feel their guns moving in the water. Their metal, targeting us. Americans, Soviets, humans. United in their fear of the unknown."
Her head snapped up towards the vessels in the distance, her eyes widening in terror when she saw them moving closer to the beach. Erik was watching them too, his face void of emotions as his feet near the water's edge. "The Neanderthal is running scared, my fellow mutants!"
Charles followed Erik, his own feet slowly walking over the sand towards the salty water too. With a twist of his head, the metal bender looked to the side, and though he had shouted his earlier words, now she could only see his lips move as he talked silently to the telepath who was standing a few meters away from him. Without looking away, Charles raised his fingers and placed them on his temple. He turned his face staring out over the water; even from the distance, she could see his spine becoming rigid.
No.
Charles turned to the CIA agent beside him, he nodded only once, but it was enough to make her turn around to run across the beach back towards the crashed blackbird jet.
He's right.
The truth of what was about to happen made her heartbeat so frantically, it seemed ready to jump out of her breast, until abruptly it stopped when a broad array of explosions shattered the silence that had settled on the beach. Missiles were fired, lines of smoke filling the air as they shot away from the vessels, climbing higher into the sky. Katie's knee buckled under the weight of her fear. Desperately she tried to free herself again. She placed one foot against the wall, pulling her weight in the opposite direction, cursing underneath her breath, all of them directed at him when the metal didn't move an inch under her onslaught.
The missiles neared the beach, the shrilling sound creeping into her pores and seeping into her bones. She stopped her struggles and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact.
One which never came.
Silence reigned. Her eyes snapped open, and with a deep intake of breath, she stared at the beach in shock. The missiles had stopped just before they had reached the sand, and they hovered in the sky, all of them under control of their new master. Erik had one hand out, his head held high as he turned his fingers. The missiles followed his command, each one rotating around its axis until they were all aimed back at the American and Russian war vessels in the water.
Instantly she knew what he was going to happen, and with burning eyes, she stared at his back, the ache in her heart, and the pressure in her chest melting together painfully.
"Erik." Charles's voice broke through the silence of the beach; he raised his voice, trying to get through to the metal bender. "You said so yourself. We're the better men, this is the time to prove it." He shifted his eyes back to the ships on the water for less than a second before he looked back at the stoic man a few feet away. "There are thousands of men on those ships. Good, honest, innocent men! They're just following orders!"
Without any sign of emotion, Erik answered him, his voice colder than she had ever heard before. "I've been at the mercy of men just following orders." He narrowed his gaze on Charles, his eyes thin slits in an emotionless face. "Never again." He splayed his fingers wide before he shoved his hand out. The missiles immediately responded to his command; they shot off, heading towards the vessels in the water without hesitation. "Erik!" She screamed his name trying to get through to him, but the sound got lost in the wind before it reached him
"Erik," Charles called out to him too, "Release them!"
But he was ignored.
"No!" The telepaths scream echoed over the beach, and she watched with wide eyes as he lunged towards Erik. He wrapped his arms around the metal benders waist, tackling him to the sand. The fall made Erik lose control over some of the missiles. They fell from the sky exploding before they hit the water at the same time that his control over the metal around her wrist disappeared too. It clattered to the metal floor, and with a quick gasp, she pulled her free hand close to her chest. Charles and Erik were rolling over the beach, fighting each other, neither one of them holding back, and when the metal bender elbowed the telepath in his face, she forced herself to move.
She pushed an enormous spurt of adrenaline to the muscles in her legs and quicker than she had ever done before she ran through the broken down carcass of the submarine. Explosions from outside shook the walls, the sound growing when she ran outside, her feet kicking up the sand as she continued moving towards the two fighting mutants. Erik had succeeded in getting the upper ground. He was straddling the telepath's chest one hand around the man's throat while the other was held out towards the water. Though most of the missiles had exploded, there were still enough of them left, and Erik was sending them towards the targets he had chosen with deadly precision.
"Erik, stop it!" She yelled at him, trying to get his attention when she got close enough for him to hear, but the only response she got was a small shift of his head towards her. Charles took advantage of the moment of distraction, he reached out both hands trying to rip the helmet of off Erik's head, but the metal bender would have none of it. He released his grip on Charles's throat, pulled back his arm and hit him with his fist hard enough to make the telepaths face snap to the side. More missiles exploded in the air, and with an angry huff, Erik got up, raising his hand again to control the last few that remained. Her heart slammed into her chest, her lungs heaving when the sound of a gunshot made her feet stop abruptly.
Moira stepped out of the broken-down body of the blackbird jet. She had her gun out, the barrel pointed towards Erik, and without hesitation, she pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the metal benders helmet, rebounding off the metal and immediately stretching his attention away from the vessels. She shot again, and he deflected the round with a wave of his hand, stepping closer to her while more bullets left the gun each time the CIA agent pulled the trigger.
Behind the metal bender, Charles was slowly getting up to his knees when the impossible happened. With a ping, there was a ricochet. Time, motion, everything seemed to stop the moment the bullet hit.
Charles his body arched forward, his hands going to his lower back where the metal had entered, before his knees hit the sand in a loud thud. The scream of pain dragged from his lips made Erik look back. Instantly the last missiles were forgotten. Each one of them plummeted from the sky into the sea before the German-born man had even reached his fallen friend.
Move.
Her mind shouted, but the word did not reach her legs. Frozen, she stood, staring when Erik fell to his knees besides Charles. His fingers were shaking as he held them out, the bullet leaving the telepaths body as it flew inside his waiting hand. Carefully he turned Charles to lay on his back, supporting him up with a hand behind his head.
"I'm so sorry" There was a pain in his voice that made tears rush to her eyes, but the moment the younger mutants decreased the distance in concern over their fallen captain, the coldness crept back into his voice. "I said back off!"
His cold eyes turned towards Moira and the low undertone of his voice as when he spoke again made a chill run up her spine. "You did this." His hand shoved out, fingers splayed as he controlled the metal dog tag around the CIA agents instantly. The chain tightened around her neck, and Moira gasped the gun falling from her hand onto the sand when she tried to pry the metal of her neck with both hands. The cold spell on Katherine's body broke as Moira choked out a gasp, and she forced herself to drag her body closer. "Erik!"
He straightened, his steel eyes shifting from Moira to her when she reached the agent. She tried to help Moira, her fingers wrapping around the dog tags on the chain in an attempt to pull it looser to help the woman to breathe, but it didn't bulge, his hold on the metal was too strong. Pain and anger swilled inside her stomach when she released her grip on the chain. She turned to him, swallowing back the tears that burned in her throat. "Stop it. You're killing her!"
"Kate! Stay out of it!" He snapped at her, unable to conceal his extreme frustration "This doesn't concern you."
"Like hell it does, stop it! Look at what you're doing" With red-rimmed eyes, she waved her hands to the vessels in the water. "She didn't do this -"
"Erik, please. "Charles's voice cut through their conversation, and when the sound reached him, Erik twisted his head to down. The telepath's dark hair was tussled and covered in sand; his clear blue eyes were looking up at the metal bender. "Katherine's right, She didn't do this, Erik. You did."
Erik slowly lowered his hand the moment the words had left the telepaths throat, the chain around Moira's neck loosened and she fell to her hands and knees, breathing in deeply to suck in the salty air around her. Katie lowered herself to her knees beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder while her eyes remained locked on the two men on the sand in front of her. She wanted to go to them, wanted to help Charles, but the unpredictably behavior of the man that made her heartburn and ache forced her to remain where she was, forced her to keep the distance between them.
Erik breathed in slowly, he rested his hand over Charles his heart and shook his head sadly. "Us turning on each other, it's what humanity wants. I tried to warn you, Charles. We're brothers, you and I. All of us together, protecting each other. We want the same thing."
Without missing a beat, Charles responded with a small, sad smile. "My friend, I'm sorry, but we do not." For a few seconds, the two men stared at each other silently, another conversation passing between them without anyone saying anything until Erik looked away. He looked up, meeting her eyes with his own. There was a conviction in their depths, a clear decision that washed away every hint of warmth and kindness that had once been there. It pained her to look at him, hurt her to feel the distance between them grow with every second that passed, and with a shuddering breath she forced herself to look away, breaking the tormenting eye contact to stare at the waves that rolled onto the beach.
She missed the flash of hesitation, the flash of emotion that crossed over his face when she looked away. It was gone when she returned her eyes the moment he inclined his fingers for them to get closer. Moira responded immediately, she dashed forward, reaching the telepath before Katherine had even found the strength to stand. She took over Erik's place, helping Charles to lean against her while her eyes roved over him worriedly. "Charles! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Her voice broke as she tilted her head closer, brushing her fingers over his face, her cheeks wet with tears.
"It's all right. It's all right." He hushed her, his gloved thumb lovingly moving underneath her eye to brush away the tears. She forced her feet forward, closing the distance between her and the couple on the sand slowly. Erik's eyes remained on her when she moved closer, his gaze burning so brightly, she felt the prickle of tears sting the back of her eyelids. Then, with one last lingering look at her, he turned away and faced the other mutants on the beach.
"This society won't accept us. We form our own. The humans have played their hand. " He waved his hand towards the water, where the war vessels still loomed dangerously. "Now we get ready to play ours. Who's with me?"
Katie knelt in front of Charles the moment the last word had left the metal benders throat, her eyes moved over his body assessingly, before they settled on his face. He was looking up at her worriedly.
"No more hiding." Erik's voice gripped her attention again, and from the corner of her eyes, she watched as he held a hand out towards Raven. The blue-skinned woman slowly stepped closer, her yellow eyes did not stray away from the metal bending man in front of her, but when she was within arm's reach, she shifted her head towards her brother on the ground. She walked past Erik, kneeling next to Katherine, her bottom lip quivering as she looked down at Charles. The telepath breathed in slowly before he spoke.
"You should go with him. It's what you want."
"You promised me you would never read my mind." She replied softly
"I know. I promised you a great many things, I'm afraid. I'm sorry." His hand gripped hers, and he brought her gloved fingers to his lips, pressing a bittersweet kiss on her knuckles. Raven leaned closer, returning the sentiment with a soft kiss on his forehead in a silent goodbye before she turned to Moira and Katherine.
"Take care of him." She asked, her voice filled with sadness. Katie nodded slowly in response, watching as the young mutant accepted Erik's outstretched hand when she stood up again.
The three remaining members of the hellfire club stepped closer, and when Erik held out his hand Angel took it, proudly she stood beside him with her head held high.
"And, Beast, never forget," Raven called out her lips curving slightly as she looked at Hank. "Mutant and proud."
Katie's eyes were glued to Erik's strong back; the man slowly shifted his head and gave Azazel a small nod. And then, in less than a second, all of them were gone, and all that was left behind was red smoke. She breathed in deeply to calm her aching heart before she focused her attention on Charles. "Okay, let me have a look." She reached out her hand but stopped immediately when Charles fingers wrapped around her wrist.
No." He closed his eyes in pain, brows furrowed. "Don't."
She tried to free her hand. When he did not release her, she gave him an annoyed look. "Charles let me have a look, maybe I can fix it right here, I can transfer the-
"No!" he interrupted her, while he tried to sit up.
"Charles!" Moira worriedly helped him, her eyes shifting up at Katherine, confused before she settled her eyes back on him.
Hank kneeled next to her, his eyes roving over Charles before he looked back at her. There was something different in his eyes, something she couldn't quite make out. "Come on." He placed a hand on her shoulder, "let's give him space."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Katie snapped, moving her shoulder out from his hand. "I can heal him!"
"We don't have the time! Charles raised his voice loudly, his blue bright eyes looking straight at her." The vessels of the coast will reach us; we need to leave now."
Frozen, she sat upon the ground, staring at Charles even when the telepath broke the eye contact to look back at Moira again. "Come on,-"Hank said again, pulling her up by her arm and away from Charles and Moira, "He's right we need to go." He pushed her to walk with a hand on her shoulders, pushing her towards Alex and Sean, who were standing a few feet away from them, watching everything that happened with wide, shocked eyes. The feral kneeled back down next to Charles. "Charles don't move okay,"
Charles lay his head back on Moira's lap, and he swallowed before he looked at the blue-furred man next to him. "I won't actually." He licked his dry lips before he continued, his voice softer than before. "I can't feel my legs."
"What?" Moira's eyes narrowed.
"I can't feel my legs." He repeated. "I…I can't feel my legs."
Her heart lurched, and she tried to step closer again, only to be stopped by Hank, who lifted Charles carefully in his arms before he straightened. He turned, his eyes meeting Katie's for a small second before he started walking. Moira followed behind him quickly, her feet swiftly moving over the sand to keep up with the Feral's massive strides.
Alex wrapped a hand around her bicep, pulling her with him when he turned. "Come on, Doc, he's right. We need to leave now!" In the distance, she could see that both the American and Russian vessels were letting down small boats. All of them filled with soldiers armed to the teeth with weapons, ready to investigate whatever had happened on the beach.
Confused, heartbroken, worried, and afraid, she turned around following behind Alex and Sean as they ran towards the others who had already disappeared into the surrounding forest. The sun beat down onto her back, her eyes burned, and her throat clogged with tears, but she forced all of her emotions down. Her feet pounded on the sand as she fled, not looking back once the moment she disappeared into the cover off the trees.
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Mira