The pale light of the moon shone down upon the field of white flowers as the only witness to the duel below. The blows exchanged between the two warriors were fast and vicious. The horrific cleaver tore through the air under the guard of the first Hunter tearing into the side of the progenitor of the Hunter s. Crimson blood gushed from the wound staining the white flowers below in sanguine hues. The scythe wielder spun with the blow using the added momentum to swing his ancient trick weapon with greater force. The blow connected slicing the chest of the Hunter sending them reeling across the field.
Blood oozing from the wound the Hunter struggled to stand using the extended cleaver as a cane the Hunter was able to meet Gehrman's eyes across the blood sullied field. Grim determination was the only thing seen in the old Hunter 's sharp eyes no matter the attack or the strategy used the first Hunter, Gehrman would strike back with twice the tenacity.
The good Hunter knew when a fight was lost. After all he had been a part of thousands of losing battles.
But this fight was different no turning back the clock, no awakening like it was all a bad dream. Losing here would be the end this was his last chance to at least save one person from this horrible dream.
A blood vial pierced the Hunter 's thigh. The brief intrusive pain was overshadowed by the old blood quickly spreading throughout the Hunter 's body, re-knitting the grievous chest wound in a near instant. The now empty vial was discarded on the ground joining with the rest of the vials that littered the field.
"That's twenty" The old Hunter rasped.
The first Hunter bent his knees before leaping into the air, quickly closing the distance between the two warriors. The Hunter swiftly rolled backwards causing Gehrman's scythe to only find the ground the Hunter once occupied. With haste the Hunter re-engaged Gehrman who with a mechanical click separated the blade from the shaft of his scythe. The shorter blade swung for the Hunter 's head who ducked under the blow swinging for the old Hunter s open side. The cleaver only meet air as Gehrman jumped sideways only to leap back into the fray attempting to overwhelm the Hunter with a barrage of lighting fast slashes. Each attack was dodged as the Hunter backpedalled away from the storm of slashes.
With a grunt of exertion Gehrman raised his blade above his head slamming it into the ground shifting back the Hunter avoided the heavy blow. Quickly tacking advantage of the new opening, the Hunter crashed his foot onto the weapon trapping it into the soft ground whilst swinging his cleaver at the Gehrman's unguarded head. The first Hunter abandoned the anchored weapon and leaned away from the swing barely avoiding losing his head to the unorthodox attack. The Hunter went to press the advantage only to be forced to dive away from the buckshot of the modified blunderbuss wielded by Gehrman.
The blunderbuss roared as more shoots followed, forcing the Hunter to back away from Gehrman. Taking advantage of the space gained the first Hunter rapidly regained his weapon just in time to block a forceful swing of the extended cleaver. The smooth blade grated against the savage teeth of the saw cleaver as the first Hunter attempted to push the weapon away. Both Hunter s seeing the stalemate brought their respective guns to bear.
The Hunter 's smaller pistol was the faster weapon.
The quicksilver bullet tore through the air and in a crimson splatter penetrated Gehrman's hip causing the old Hunter to lose his balance. The firearm was discarded as the Hunter took advantage of Gehrman's vulnerable state plunging his arm into Gehrman's torso.
A wet chough escaped the first Hunter s' mouth. With a heave the Hunter pulled his arm tearing out a fistful of red flesh. A cascade of blood followed as Gehrman was thrown back by the force.
Despite the grievous injure that wept a steady stream of blood Gehrman still stood, glaring at the Hunter.
Gehrman took a shaky step forward but stopped as eldritch Power filled the field. The pale light of the moon grew in intensity, the glow softly embraced Gehrman covering his form in radiant moon light. The light shined with enough intensity to force the Hunter 's eyes shut before exploding out of Gehrman in wave of white energy sending the Hunter through the air.
As the Hunter recovered from the blast of arcane energy he quickly turned to Gehrman. The first Hunter stood straighter either unbothered by his wounds or recovered through the strange energy. The reformed scythe was grasped tightly in his hands, wisps of strange unknowable power radiate off his body disturbing the stagnate air of the Hunter 's dream.
Gehrman took a step forward then in a blur vanished from sight.
Only the finely-honed instincts gained from the constant ambushes on the unforgiving streets of Yharnam allowed the Hunter to duck under the horizontal slash of Gehrman's scythe. Quickly rolling away the Hunter was barely standing before Gehrman was upon him swinging his weapon in deadly arcs. The Hunter was forced to dodge but even with all his skill the long reaching weapon still scored multiple cuts across the Hunter 's garb, splattering more blood across the once pure flowers.
Knowing that the tables had been turned the Hunter had to pull another orthodox trick to put Gehrman back on the defensive. Gehrman unleashed another brutal combo of flawless swings that forced the Hunter to roll. Needing to change the flow of battle the Hunter recklessly charged Gehrman.
The Hunter took only three steps before Gehrman was already swinging for his head, ducking under the blow the Hunter closed in on Gehrman swinging his cleaver in a wild arc. Gehrman hoped out of range of the swing and spun into another deadly swipe, the Hunter instead of committing to a dodge that would put him out of attack range, allowed the swing to connect slicing into his chest the brief pain was suppressed as the Hunter quickly swung his cleaver at Gehrman. Despite the speed of the attack Gehrman proved to be the superior fighter knocking the blow away with the shaft of his scythe before ramming the end of the weapon into the Hunter 's stomach.
A gasped breath escaped the Hunter 's mouth as the blunt blow knocked the air form his lungs. The Hunter landed on his back. Giving him no time to recover Gehrman swung his scythe as if it was a pickaxe. The Hunter twisted his body barely avoiding the attack. Gehrman easily freed the weapon before bringing the weapon down again the Hunter still gasping for air pulled his body out of the way when the next blow came the Hunter knew there was no time to dodge. The unmerciful scythe fell aiming for the Hunter 's heart. The next best solution was to block the weapon.
The Hunter 's cleaver dropped from nerveless fingers as the tip of the Scythe pierced through the Hunter 's forearm just stopping before penetrating his chest. Gehrman growled as he pushed the Scythe deeper causing the Hunter to gasp in pain.
"why?" Gehrman mumbled "Why persist, when you have nothing to gain, why fight keen Hunter?"
The Hunter mulled over the words while catching his breath.
"I… just want to … to at least truly save someone" it was the truth. Despite all the people at the church that were "saved" he never really saved them only prolonging there suffering.
He humoured the lonely old women pretending to be her son only for her die on streets of Yharnam.
He accepted Arianna's kindness only for her to die by the hands of the Adella who he had to personally see to after she fell to insanity.
He watched as the church dweller lost himself to sadness as the rest of the world went mad.
And gods Gascoigne's children.
This nightmare had to end with at least someone being saved.
"you poor, foolish. young thing, good Hunter have you not realised" Gehrman took a breath while increasing the pressure on the scythe blade "Hunter s do not save others we clean up after the situation becomes well and truly a nightmare" a gasp escaped the pinned Hunter as Gehrman twisted the weapon.
"I.. just.." the Hunter continued in a quite mumble.
"hmm what was that good Hunter?" Gehrman leaned towards the Hunter.
In one quick movement the Hunter tossed a fist full of dirt into the face of the first Hunter. Gehrman in his shock quickly threw himself away from the Hunter tearing his scythe with him. The Hunter swiftly tackled Gehrman wrestling him to the ground and knocking his weapon away. Landing on top of the old Hunter he quickly punched Gehrman's unprotected head with his one functional arm. The blow knocked Gehrman's head to side and split a bloody gash across his lip. Not to be out done the first Hunter punched his opponents side aiming of the liver the Hunter let out a roar of pain but continued his assault on Gehrman.
Taking advantage of the Hunter s useless right-hand Gehrman attacked. Grasping the Hunter s head Gehrman slammed his thumb into the good Hunter 's eye. The pressure quickly caused the orb to burst.
The Hunter screamed in agony, taking advantage of the loss of balance Gehrman pushed the Hunter off his chest and quickly pinned his one remaining arm while closing his other arm around the Hunter 's throat.
The good Hunter struggled as he slowly chocked. No matter how hard he tried to move his pinned arm he could not break Gehrman's iron grip. The Hunter tried to move his bloody limp right arm, but it only responded in weak twitches. His legs couldn't kick high enough to achieve anything he couldn't bite Gehrman's hand or spit far enough to reach Gehrman's eye's.
No… no it was getting harder to think … harder to see … harder to move…
I must win!... please anyone… anything.. the devil a angel… Kos… Oedon… ill do anything go anywhere just let me repent and save someone…. Let me save my self…
A sicking snap echoed through the quite field of flowers the struggle ended
"you must accept your death be freed from the night"
O - O - O - O - O
Sunlight pierced through the verdant leaves of a timeworn tree Illuminating the figure resting at its base.
Unsteady hands propped the man up and with weak laboured steps the Hunter stumbled towards the taunting sunlight just hiding behind the thick vegetation of the forest.
Pushing past thick vegetation the Hunter fell into an open idyllic field. Moving to his knees the Hunter surveyed the view. The sun lovingly touched the thick grass that covered the rolling hills. Bright flowers intermediately spread throughout gave the area a vibrancy that was lost in Yharnam.
For the first-time since the god forsaken hunt comfiting warmth spread throughout the Hunter 's body. A faint hope blossomed as the real prospect of freedom from the terrible Hunter s' dream wormed it way into the Hunter mind.
Only to be quashed under the reality that the first Hunter was still trapped in that hell.
"Gehrman" the name was like poison on his tongue killing the warmth of the sun, decaying the grass, fading the flowers and stealing a future away from the dream. He had to go back to Yharnam back to that hellish dream.
Away from the sun.
Saving him wont wipe away the dream. But at least he will be free.
The hunter turned his back to the sun covered field and made his way into the forest he awoke in.
O - O - O - O - O
The Hunter followed along the edge of a river he found deeper in the forest. The twisting snake like stream flowed lazily around rocks and fallen branches. Hopefully leading the Hunter to some sort of established town or village.
The Hunter wasn't quite sure why or how he knew that rivers lead to civilisation. Maybe it was something he read in the dream or no matter how unlikely a memory from before the hunt. Almost everything from before the hunt had been stripped from the Hunter sometimes a sound or smell would awaken some strange from of nostalgia but nothing ever more than that. Perhaps he might find someone who knew of him before the hunt. Even maybe his family.
The good Hunter froze. Briefly pondering on finding his past only continue walking along the river. His goal was set in stone to move away from it was to invite madness. Being single minded was what allowed him to keep some form of sanity throughout the hunt there's no reason to change now.
The Hunter was torn from his musings when he spied a pillar of ominous smoke on the horizon. The Hunter 's eyes narrowed the smoke could be merely the signs of a feast or industry however from experience it was most likely something terrible. Departing form, the serene river the Hunter moved through the thicker unwieldy forest in order to hopefully make a quicker journey.
It didn't take long to reach. dodging the grasping arms of branches and stepping over the long roots that crisscrossed the forest floor was quite easy for a Hunter used to manoeuvring around much deadly blows. As the trees began to become sparser the Hunter saw where the smoke had originated from. A village or by the looks of it the ruins of one.
The Wooden walls surrounding the front of the village were shattered and bent inwards like gaping wounds on the hide of a beast revealing the surprisingly unmarked buildings within. Moving closer the Hunter found the first bodies men and women armed with some form of rife, large slashes tore into their bodies still spilling fresh gore onto the ground.
the Hunter frowned whatever beast did this wasn't hungry clearly killing then moving deeper. Most beast weren't this efficient when it came to murder liking to rip and tear humans apart to state their bloodlust.
The Hunter moved deeper into the village sticking to the shadows cast by the wooden buildings moving over the bodies of the armed and unarmed town members noting there injures. Teeth and claws the size of which showed the beast where most likely the bipedal wolves or scourge beasts as the books in Hunter s dream stated.
Walking through the gravel and cobble streets the Hunter noted the rustic architecture. So, unlike Yharnam's tall stone and metal spires the town was spacious food charts on most streets small neatly groomed gardens resided outside most homes. This town was once so full of life and lustre. Now it was empty.
Moving through an ajar door the Hunter silently stalked through the once cosy home. An oak wood table was flipped in the living room sending flowers and food across a once floral print carpet. Moving into what was once a kitchen the Hunter began looking for anything to use as a weapon. Pocketing a few knives, the Hunter moved on to another draw discovering a glass bottle. The writing was a language the Hunter didn't know but the red warning symbol showing a flame told the Hunter everything he needed to know.
Strapping the knives to his belt and placing the bottle carefully in his pouch the Hunter moved out of the house moving deeper into the town following the cobble streets. Catching movement in corner of his eye the Hunter quickly moved behind a fruit stall.
The beast's fur was a pitch black highlighting the chalk white bone that made the beast solid claws and strange mask, the same bone formed spikes covering the beast at random intervals. The overall body type was that of a scourge beast. Wolf men like beasts that stalked the streets of Yharnam.
The good Hunter flicked the saw cleaver open the metallic snap echoing out from behind the cart as he waited.
He heard the heavy foot falls of beast getting closer and closer. The Hunter waited until he could hear the beast breathing before charging cleaver swinging for the beast's head.
The beast showed no fear charging into the swinging weapon trying its hardest to rip the Hunter throat out. The cleaver meets the beast's head the white bone mask cracking under the force spilling black tar like blood as the cleaver continued to travel splitting the beast head open.
The beast's final moments were spent rearing back in agony before collapsing like a puppet whose strings were cut.
The Hunter felt a brief spell of confusion beasts usually had some form of survival instinct causing them to dodge but this one just charged to its death.
Faint wisps of dark smoke began to waft of the body. The Hunter crouched to examine the strange occurrence only for the beast to decompose at an incredible rate soon there was nothing left. No blood no body.
This was no beast.
Before the Hunter could contemplate the wolf like monster more of the black creatures made their presence known. Coming from deeper within the village out of dark corners of broken homes seven pairs of burning red eyes meet with the Hunter s.
The creatures moved quickly trampling over each other trying to get close enough to tear the Hunter limb from limb. At least they had one thing in common with the beasts of Yharnam.
Grabbing a knife from his belt the Hunter checked the weight before throwing the cooking utensil at the closest creature. The blade carried by the Hunter 's strength pierced the bone mask of the creature killing it in moments. Another blade followed ploughing into one of the monster's throats spilling copious amounts of black tar as it collapsed. The final blade found its self-impaled into the shoulder of one of the advancing creatures which carried on with it charge while roaring in pain and rage.
The creature that reached the Hunter first swung one of its clawed arms aiming to decapitate the Hunter. With quick movements the Hunter ducked under the blow while swinging his cleaver at the monster mid-section bisecting the dark wolf.
Another wolf leaped through the air attempting to tackle the Hunter only to slam into the ground as the Hunter moved away. charging into a different wolf his cleaver removing the wolfs attacking arm then head.
Three left.
Moving swiftly the Hunter danced around another wolfs clumsily charge and closed the distance to the wounded black creature with a butcher knife impaled in its shoulder. The limb hung uselessly making it simple to duck and manoeuvre under the monster's single arm. The cleaver claimed the masked creatures head. As the monster fell the Hunter grabbed the knife handle and tore it from the monsters dissolving flesh and threw it at another wolf. The blade let out a satisfying sound as it tore through the glowing eye ending another wolf.
The last creature didn't learn from its companions charging with reckless abandon the Hunter removed its legs then swiftly ended the creature.
The Hunter moved deeper into the town finding at it's a centre a larger fire where a building most likely used to be. More wolves stalked out of shadows the Hunter dealt with them easily enough their strikes becoming predictable.
As the Hunter began to examine the burning remains a dark scraping sound echoed out further into the town. Moving deeper dispatching any creature that crossed the Hunter he found that the back of the town was built into a large hill. The large mass of earth formed a nature defence and was most likely what the town was built around. at the base of hill, a large black and white beast scarped its long claws against a large stone gate.
The monstrous wolf turned around staring at the Hunter. It stood at least double the height of the lesser creatures in the town. Thicker scared bleached bone covered its arms and large spines adored its back. Its masked face glared at the Hunter snaring in barely restrained fury.
The great wolf took a step forward and howled. The sound most likely carried for miles.
The Hunter clicked his tongue. While bringing all the creatures here would save him time fighting them, hunting both the large monster and the smaller ones at once may be slight issue.
to the Hunter 's surprise the larger monster reluctantly turned its back to the Hunter and continued trying to break down the heavy gates built into the hill.
The Hunter began to approach the great wolf only to be interrupted by the swarming smaller ones. They came from all directions crawling over buildings, climbing out of windows, trampling gardens an unending, undying hoard of teeth and claws.
Cursing the Hunter swiftly ran into a nearby hopefully empty building kicking down the door the Hunter entered the orderly home and quickly whipped around. A wolf following him closely on all fours smashed the door frame turning it to splinters as it forced its bulk into the house. With a bounding leap the creature tried to smash into the Hunter. Ducking out of the way the Hunter swung his cleaver the creature tore itself apart on the uncaring teeth of the weapon its momentum carried it through a wall into another room deeper in the house.
Another wolf stumbled through its furious swipes dodged and brutally counted the Hunter left its decomposing body to meet another creature sending it to the grave with a lighting fast swing leaving it head rolling around the floor. Two wolves tried to fit through the broken doorway snaring as they both strained to reach the Hunter one tripped and was uncaringly trampled by its brethren. The Hunter meets the creatures halfway inside, saw cleaver swinging in dreadful arcs splattering decaying black tar across the house's walls and portraits.
The doorway had been torn into something unrecognisable as more monsters ripped their way through. Soon two wolves being able to fit through became three then four. Overwhelmed the Hunter moved deeper into the house keeping an eye out of for an exit, killing any creature that got to close putting walls between him and the gathering mass only for the barriers to be turned to saw dust under the strength of the swarm of dark monsters. The Hunter turned his back to the wolves and quickly dived through a window into a back ally its shattered sharp edges cutting into the Hunter s' arms, legs and face. Landing harshly on ground the Hunter quickly reached into his pouch, garbing the bottle he looted earlier with stunning speed the Hunter ripped the top of stuffed a rag in and rubbed some left-over fire paper on the rapidly soaking cloth.
The makeshift molotov was thrown through the shattered window the unlucky creature that tried to follow the Hunter was embraced by burning liquid. It squealed in pain as it stumbled bumping into other wolves spreading the flames before falling through a weakened wall.
The burning abused house seemed to let out a shuttering breath before collapsing. The swarm tried to move out of the wreckage their forms covered in rapidly burning wood their wails and cries filled the town as they burnt.
The Hunter barely had time to recover as more wolves closed in on him diving away from a creature that had gotten behind him its claws tearing into his arm splashing blood into the once clean ally. The Hunter dodged again as another wolf appeared at his side its claws reached his mid-section spilling more of his blood.
Being surrounded was a good way to die. In Yharnam even the weak mobs of men could tear him apart if they trapped the Hunter.
How many times does it take to get use to this?
The good Hunter allowed a wolfs slash to connect instead of moving away. dodging just put him out of position for the next monster to take a chunk. Biting down on the pain ignoring the blood that splattered across the ground the Hunter quickly retaliated tearing the beast apart in flurry of swings. The weeping wounds across his body began to close.
More monsters oozed in and with each terrible swing of his cleaver more fell. Wounds that spilled blood re nit them sleaves with each brutal counterattack.
O - O - O - O - O
the Hunter stood alone the sun had begun to dip below the horizon. His dark leather was now a crimson splattered coat torn and shredded the Hunter limped back into the main street, dragging the cleaver behind him it clipped and sparked against the rough cobble roads.
The great wolf had pushed the gate inward it bent in an awkward angle scarcely holding back the large monster he could make out the faint cries and screams of those beyond the gate.
With a sigh the Hunter crouched down and picked up a pebble from the road.
A stone impacted the monster back causing it to turn.
If the monster could show any emotions other, then hate it may have been surprised to see the human still alive instead its already disgusting face twisted in fury as it snarled at the Hunter and began slowly prowling on all fours towards the lone man.
The good Hunter lifted his cleaver and with a metallic click moved it to its saw form.
With pained steps the Hunter moved closer to the large wolf. Blood dripped down the many small cuts that failed to heal dropping onto the street his coat no longer able to absorb any more blood.
The good Hunter reached into his pistol holster ramming the gun into his thigh tearing a gaping hole open his blood quickly flowed into the gun forming crimson semi-solid rounds.
The monster in one explosive movement leaped through the air shattering the ground where it once stood.
The Hunter rolled away the ground he once stood in now a mere crater.
In a flash of movement, the monster was already upon the Hunter its large arms moved swiftly tearing through the air in a storm of blows the Hunter barely avoided the strikes moving as little as possible as to aggravate his wounds.
I need to end this quickly.
The monster raised its arm and slammed it down breaking stone and launching dust into the air. The Hunter slashed the saw across the muscular arm. The blade only scratched the heavy bone plates that covered the limb.
The Hunter barely got his head under the clasping jaw of the wolf and dashed between its legs slashing through the monster's tail as he went.
The monster roared as its now stumpy tail spilled tar over the street and the Hunter.
In its rage the giant wolf prepared a massive slash cocking its arm back flexing its large muscles.
The blow travelled with terrifying speed.
A small smile spread under his cloth mask. Lighting fast the Hunter s pistol was drawn and fired into the shoulder of the monster. the bloody bullet bore into the shoulder of the great wolf, it wailed in pain as it stumbled. The Hunter s pistol was holstered as he dashed toward the unstable wolfs leg. The Hunter drew back his hand and rammed it into the monster's knee. Its black flesh was torn through like paper the Hunter quickly found whatever the wolf had for a kneecap and pulled.
The wolf let out blood curdling scream as it stumbled in unbearable pain as its bone was shattered and torn. The good Hunter flicked his cleaver out grabbed it in two hands and swung for the beast's other leg. The monsters last remaining support was cleaved apart send black tar and shattered bleach bone flying through the street.
The monster swung as it toppled. The Hunter as close as he was and still recovering from his powerful slash couldn't dodge. The wolfs large paw slammed into the Hunter knocking his weapon away and sending him across the street his body bouncing along like a stone thrown by a child.
The Hunter tried to push himself up but quickly found one of his arms to be unusable. The Hunter stared at his arm it was now bent at an unnatural angle. The good Hunter grit his teeth in pain it was nauseating nearly making him vomit his body was screaming at him to just give up, but Hunter knew better dying would be just as painful and staying still meant dying.
the Hunter fought the agony first making it to his knees then barely standing he felt bile in his throat soaked in sweat and blood the Hunter glared at the crawling horror in annoyance. It dragged itself forward eyes blazing in fury.
A loud crash echoed from behind the Hunter the stone gate had fallen sending dust through the air concealing the entrance. The Hunter stared in confusion had they decided to run while he distracted the monster? Or did the gate finally give up and once the wolf was done with him the people inside would be next.
The thought was strangely irritating.
As the dust cloud cleared the Hunter saw them lined in a formation guns forward someone shouted an order the Hunter couldn't understand. the Hunter could however understand a firing line.
The Hunter dived to the floor.
Ear splitting bangs filled the town as the hail of gun fire crashed upon the wolf. Its armoured arms covered the monsters snarling face. Bone plates dented some even came lose a few bullets just managed to pierce the skin staining the monster bleached armour ebony black.
The good Hunter taking advantage of the distraction scanned the street for his weapon glancing it in corner of his vison. The Hunter used his remaining arm to drag his broken body towards the weapon.
The gun fire was getting sparser. The Hunter was running out of time trying to speed up the Hunter grimaced as the lose rocks along the road ground against his skin.
The Hunter made it to the weapon as the gun fire stopped using the cleaver as a crutch the Hunter managed to stand.
The monster arms were covered in dents and black marks. It wasn't enough. The wolf snarled in anger as it started dragging itself towards the towns people.
The good Hunter took a deep breath. he was tired had one useless arm and was covered in cuts and bruises.
He had dealt with worse.
The Hunter slowly walked towards the beast its rage filled eyes zooned in on him. It roared and gained speed its arms tearing through the road as it charged forward racing towards the Hunter leaving a trail of black blood as it went. Ducking around the monster the Hunter swung tearing into its torso. The wolf didn't care swinging again and again the Hunter moved through the swings like water flowing through each blow slashing at any small opens even if they were mere glancing blows.
The creature slowed its movements become lethargic as a pool of black tar grew below it. The Hunter lazily dodged a swing while cutting the monsters arm pit the monster growled pitifully tried to raise it hands to crush the Hunter only to collapse.
The Hunter moved in front of the monsters face it could only glare weakly as it lifted its head snapping its jaws fruitlessly. The good Hunter looked down on the beast with only miss placed pity he slammed his cleaver on the monster skull it didn't pierce the Hunter raised it again, again, again.
The wolfs back tar like blood splattered as its mask was crushed it finally stop struggling as its body faded into a deep black smoke.
The good Hunter stumbled his tired body begging to rest. The Hunter didn't even know if he could sleep anymore but his body couldn't keep up any longer. With a weak step the Hunter collapsed in the street.
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