Here you go, guys. Another Shadow of Nohr chapter. In truth, this one began as an opening to Nyx's appointment chapter. However, it grew into something both so heartfelt and intense that I just couldn't let it go to waste. And if there's one thing I've learned from the polls, it's that you guys and girls love Camilla. This one is for all of you fans of her. I hope you enjoy it!

That said, I'm really eager to hear what you guys thought about this one. I'm really happy with how it went!


Revelations

Dressed and prepared after a surprisingly refreshing night's rest, you're ready to depart for the morning's tasks. Severa makes for quite the comforting sleeping companion, and having somebody to hold in the dead of night oftentimes keeps nightmares as bay. Something you're quietly thankful for after countless weeks and months spent beside Charlotte. Though sadly unlikely, you wish every night could be as restful as the one prior.

A pity, truly.

Discarding the fanciful notion, you suppress the dull ache left hanging in your chest. You've no time to dwell when there's duty to be done.

Sitting with her legs swung over the side of her bed, Camilla brushes out her wavy purple locks. She yet dons her silken nightgown from the prior evening, having risen later than both Severa and yourself. Her eyes are gentle yet heavy in light of her recent awakening. Having sent Severa out into Cheve to request Nyx's presence at the throne room, you and she are alone together. A welcome change of pace compared to the stress you've recently endured.

The royal's chief desire is for you to act as escort to the kitchen so she might enjoy a spot of light breakfast before meeting with Nyx. A surprisingly simple request, given the power she has over you. Truthfully, you expected she might employ a small army of maids to oversee her morning routine, or at the very least aid in her dressing. Goodness knows, Corrin sometimes had Felicia assist with brushing out her bed hair on her groggier mornings.

"Sorry to keep you, Keiji," Camilla apologizes, working through an especially bothersome tangle.

From what you've seen today (alongside the couple of occasions you've been smuggled within her room in secret) Camilla wakes and attends to her early morning rituals independently of others. Moreso, she's done so today while humming a gentle tune. A far-cry from her teary woes the previous evening.

Leaned by closed bedroom door, you smile with all the heart you can muster. What you wouldn't give to revel in many more instances of fleeting peace and quiet. They certainly make for a welcome change from talks of battle and bloodshed. "It's no bother. Feeling better this morning, milady?"

Camilla halts her elegant brush strokes and glances over, her lips rising in tender appreciation. "Most certainly, darling." Setting down her brush on the bedside table, she stands and heads over to her varnished oaken wardrobe. "I trust sleeping in Selena's company was not too bothersome for you?" Question asked, she opens up the doors and sifts through the assortment of dresses suspended on wooden hangers within.

"Not at all." You shake your head, eying the simple (if exceedingly revealing) garment of black silk and lacy white undergarments Camilla selects. Her collection of clothing caters little to tact nor modesty; that much is certain. "I've few objections should my staying here put you at ease."

"Aww," Camilla coos gently, sliding her nightgown's straps free from her shoulders. "How very considerate of you, my dear."

You shift your eyes downward out respect, the loose-fitting item falling to her feet in heap. As shameless as ever, she kicks it beneath her bed. For the sake of restraint you remain trained on her feet, the core within your chest beating a fraction quicker as she flexes her dainty black nailpolished toes.

"You need not look away, Keiji," the queen encourages playfully, bending down and stepping into her undergarments. "You've seen my body before."

Her purple waves and tremendously impressive breasts spill your view for an instant; added strain upon your willpower.

"Indeed I have..." You swallow hard.

"And yet you're rather quiet, dear. Whatever could be the matter?" Camilla chuckles, the whimsical sound one of torment to your parched manly oasis.

Despite your best intentions, your eyes trail upward.

Breathing thinly, you follow Camilla's underwear on its gorgeous adventure higher up her smooth and lotioned legs. With agonizing slowness she draws them past her childbearing hips and over her rounded behind, elastic twanging softly as she releases the waistband from her thumb.

Hands clenching shut, you inhale and exhale to steel yourself in the face of weakness.

Grief tempered your worldly frustrations the last time Camilla assailed your defences. Furthermore, with Charlotte gone and Severa as your sleeping partner, the avenues through which you can relieve tension are greatly diminished. While the redhead would surrender her body and soul if you but asked, you've no intention of spoiling her purity. She's far too dear to you for reasons beyond baseless lust. If you committed a sin so awful you'd never forgive yourself.

As for the queen, you've little need for pretence while in private together. A part of you wishes dearly to delve deeper into her reasons for having you sleep in her chambers. "Be honest, Camilla. You ordered Selena and I stay here for more than my safety, correct?"

"Whatever gives you that idea? It was for your protection and little else, as I said."

"I don't buy it." Determined to find the truth, you press the offensive. "I feel it goes beyond my safety."

The Nohrian falls silent at your pointed question, sighing painfully. "I'd rather we not discuss this matter yet. Later, maybe. After our appointment with Nyx."

Confirmation of your suspicions, if any were needed.

You raise your head, basking in Camilla's natural radiance. A twinge of guilt grips your chest. "Very well. Forgive me if I've spoken out of turn."

"You haven't," the royal replies. Smiling with fragility, she resumes dressing. "All you need know for now is I've quite the aversion to seeing those I care for being threatened. It reminds me far too much of my formative years as a girl in Castle Krakenburg."

"I understand."

Your spirits dampened somewhat by the downbeat turn of discussion, you look away focus intently upon the sound of rustling of fabric instead.

Camilla eluded to having a complicated childhood, you recall. Though you've never mustered the courage to ask about the specifics, largely out of respect for her privacy. You know all too well the pain of personal demons, and how some needs be attended by naught but your own sturdy hand.

Regardless, she's showered you with great love and compassion since swearing yourself to Nohr's Light. If anything, she deserves repayment in kind.

You'll take a chance with her, for better or worse.

"I imagine it was hard for you, being raised in the royal court."

"...It was," Camilla replies bleakly. "In some ways I dearly envy the common folk."

An answer you weren't expecting. "Surely you jest?"

Sensing your surprise, the Nohrian lassie hums longingly. "Not in the slightest. Everyone has their struggles, regardless of status and birth."

A lesson you learned after becoming Corrin's retainer. Doubly so upon being granted a noble title. "A fair point indeed."

The rustling of fabric ceases. You look up. Camilla is squeezed snugly into her dress with her back turned to you. You can't help gazing upon her bare ivory shoulders, heart athunder as your yearnings resurface. What you wouldn't give to run run fingertips over her perfect skin.

Lower and lower you'd trail, down the base of her spin until she cried out in delight.

No! Calm yourself, fool!

Charlotte's cold, dead eyes flash through your mind - an invisible scar embedded within.

You're quick to blink the nightmarish vision away, massaging your forefinger and thumb against your temples posthaste.

Should you lust after women selfishly as you one did; daring to find respite for your wounded spirit, the ladies in question may suffer Charlotte's fate.

Glancing behind, Camilla motions toward the unfastened zipper at her back, "Be a dear and fasten me up, would you? It wouldn't do to step outside like this."

"As you wish." You move off the wall to do as requested, stopping behind Camilla and carefully pulling the ziper upward. The garment drawn tight, her chest bulges the smallest bit more under the added squeeze. "There you are. Done."

"Lovely."

Request obliged, you reclaim your sentinel's position by the bedroom door and fold your arms. "My pleasure."

Literally, though you've no desire to admit it.

Revisiting the wardrobe and tugging open its doors, Camilla collects a pair of heeled shoes and carefully pushes them closed again.

Sitting down upon the bed's edge, she gets to work slipping on simple yet pretty footwear. They match her dress perfectly; being solid black with small red bow affixed to the front of each. "A question, if I may, Keiji," she starts, slipping on the right shoe of the pair.

Whatever she wishes to know, you'll do your best to accommodate.

"What troubles you, mistress?"

"I wish to know more about you; of your family life."

A bittersweet twinge afflicts your stomach. The less you dwell on your humble origins the better.

"Rest assured, my beginnings are uninteresting." As if to press the fact, you scoff bitterly. "As you know, I've no father nor siblings."

"I've not forgotten. Extended family, then? Uncles and aunts, perhaps?"

"An uncle."

"Were you close?"

"Hardly. He was exiled."

"Exiled?" Camilla questions with a hint of concern.

"Right. Through Hoshido's outrealm gate to a faraway land when I was still a child; never to return."

You note a sudden flare of guilt to Camilla's expression. "You Hoshidans don't take such matters lightly, I'm told. What was his cardinal sin?"

"He vied for my mother's affections, turning his blade upon my father."

"One of Hoshido's highest taboos aside the abuse of virgin women," Camilla states grimly.

"And murder," you add. "You're clearly well-versed in your customs."

Camilla forces a weak smile. "As a daughter of royalty, it is expected of me. Only two generations ago our nations cooperated peacefully, after all." Footwear applied, the monarch sighs as she rises to her feet. Expression turning deeply heartfelt and apologetic, she saunters over and touches a hand against your shoulder. "Do excuse my attentiveness. If my mentioning family offended you then I apologize. I was merely curious; I meant no disrespect."

"It's no bother. My past is what it is." Frustrations cooled by her touch, you ease away from the wall and offer a hand. The queen accepts without question, tenderly lowering hers from your shoulder and knotting your fingers. Joined as one, you return to the bed and sit together side by side. A precious moment to be certain, but one you've no intention of maintaining for long. "We shouldn't dawdle. The maids are expecting you down in the kitchens."

"Breakfast can wait," Camilla counters. "I wish to know more about you."

Your attempt to deter further discussion having fallen flat, you try a different approach.

"Forgive my bluntness, My Lady, but the maids will be upset if you summon them without cause."

"Fret not. I shall reward additional leave from their duties as compensation."

You stifle a groan. The royal is certainly diligent; doubtless missing the point of your deflection.

"Why your sudden urge to discuss family?"

Camilla titters in spite of your resistance. There's a sudden sparkle to her eyes; a hint of something bright and powerful. "Because, my precious Keiji," she tightens her hold upon your hand. "Family should be at the centre of anybody's world. It is where charity begins, where stories are told and memories made."

In Her Majesty's belief, perhaps. You shake your head in disagreement. "Funny; just a moment ago you held little desire to discuss personal matters."

"Can a lady not change her mind?"

"You've no intention of dropping this, clearly." You sigh exhaustedly, squeezing Camilla's fingers with slightly more force. A pale showing of frustration.

"I most certainly haven't," she confirms.

Beset by irritation, you spare a barbed glance from the corner of your eye. Camilla's smile only widens, and your negative feelings ease in turn.

"Fine then," you relent, snapping your gaze toward the door evasively. If she wishes to know more about your life before becoming a swordsman, you'll oblige. If only to stop her prying. "My mother yet lives. She's senior shrine maiden in my hometown of Izami. A woman of pure heart and honest intent."

Merely paying mention to your beloved matriarch awakens an image in your mind's eye. Kasumi is a women of fair skin and stature. Almost as tall as Father, you recall clearly. Always on call to aid the sick and injured, she adorns the pure white robes of a healer and fashions her thick black hair into a long ponytail most days. A woman of simple means and a heart purer than snow, all things said. Most precious of all to you as her son are her motherly hugs.

Not since breaking off your betrothal with Hana have you returned home to visit, being sadly deprived of her embrace for far too long

"A healer?" Camilla asks with faint surprise, jolting you from recollection's soothing confines.

You nod, your lips lifting sadly. "One of the best. Queen Mikoto once visited her when I was younger."

"I must admit," your mistress keeps on, her tone warming, "I hadn't expected you might hail from such demure origins."

Her appraisal earns a chuckle on your part. "You're far from the first to tell me as such."

Hana was all too merciless in reminding you of the fact whenever you'd bicker in days past.

"She sounds like a wonderful woman."

"She is," you add pridefully. "I'd die for her. Without a shred of hesitation."

"Then she is indeed lucky to have you for a son."

"I'd hesitate to go that far... She endured stress aplenty as I grew up." You'll wager she's endured far more as of late, as well. The mother of a respected swordsman turned Ronin for an enemy princess. "As I told your sister recently, I was quite the troublemaker in my days as an apprentice swordsman."

"Oh really?" Camilla inquires teasingly. "I do hope you've not spoiled Elise's innocent ears with tales of your exploits."

"I wouldn't dream of it. Tis heartening to see a young lady untarnished by life's darker side. Your doing, I imagine?"

"My greatest goal in life. I love my siblings dearly, be they of Nohrian or Hoshidan blood."

Camilla falls quiet for a time, likely lost in thought.

Shutting your eyes, you bask in the peacefulness provided. A much-needed moment of respite. With no siblings of your own you've little to offer the queen beyond shallow sympathy. Regardless, you're not lacking in willingness to support her. Especially since she has taken the same strides for you.

"What of your childhood? I imagine you wanted for little with regards to possessions, growing up in Castle Krakenburg and all."

Camilla exhales sorrowfully, her hold upon your hand becoming an empowered squeeze.

You turn to face her out of concern. "Did I speak out of turn again?"

"No darling, you did not..." The queen holds her head low; her shoulders are slumped as though the weight of the world bares down upon them. Shuffling close and releasing your hand, she threads an arm through yours to claim a secure hold over you. "You're correct, Keiji, in a manner of speaking," she continues, snuggling close for comfort and laying her head against yours. "My whims were catered to without compromise, be they material or financial."

"Then why do you sound so awfully wounded?"

"Because the one thing I dearly desired," Camilla begins, closing her eyes, "was denied to me. Because of my birthright. A loving family."

Though you struggle to comprehend a royal upbringing, you don't imagine being a child of Nohr's cruel and brutally uncaring King Garon was easy. "Take no offense, milady, but I don't picture your father being a man of love and affection."

On the lone occasion you saw him you were overcome by a sense of deepest dread; of misery unending.

"Father was not always so heartless, I'm told by some of the elder courtiers who joined our cause. It all changed after Xander's mother, Queen Katerina, Father's treasured wife, died. He became withdrawn and secluded upon losing her to fever, his demeanour turning crueller as the years dragged on. Xander was already four years old by the time I was born, and hearing his old tutors tell the tale, our royal court was a kinder place when Katerina was alive."

"You and Xander aren't full-blooded siblings, then?"

"Half siblings," Camilla clarifies. "As are each of us after Brother, born to different concubines several years apart." Loosing a heavy sigh, she clings to your arm almost painfully. "And therein lies by largest woe. I once had as many as eight siblings, nine if you include Corrin being taken from Hoshido."

This is the first you've heard of such things, always under the impression (doubtless as most of your homeland are) that Garon only sired four children. "If you have so many brothers and sisters, I'm surprised nobody has spoken of them before now, Camilla. Are they illegitimate heirs?"

"They're dead. All but the ones you know of."

"Dead?!" A bitter chill racing down your back, you're rendered quiet. "I see..."

"Nohr's nobles were quick to vie favour after Katarina's passing, offering up daughters and sisters as concubines in bids to secure power. These ladies soon fought for superiority, mothering potential heirs to Father, all while scheming to murder one-another and their children from behind the scenes. My mother, Marianna, was one among them. I was little but a pawn to her; a means of securing her place upon Nohr's throne as queen."

A bid which obviously failed, given Garon (and by proxy Nohr) lacks a queen. "I'm sorry, milady..."

"You needn't be, dearest." Her features darkening, Camilla adorns a violent smirk. Her blood-curdling giggle damn near robs the air from your lungs. "She met a fitting end on the eve of my thirteenth birthday; quite the nasty fall from the balcony of her chamber, as it happens. The culprit was never found."

Sickness grips your stomach suddenly. "You sound awfully happy of her tragedy."

"And so I should, considering she had plotted to murder Elise. An attempt thankfully foiled by Xander's careful intervention."

The more Camilla unveils, the sicker you feel. "To think this was the life you endured, day after day, year after year..."

Her sadistic exterior fading, the queen squeezes your arm, doubtless for support. "And now you know why my mind suffers bouts of fragility, my dear. And why I value trust in those who I keep beside me. My childhood was one of evading guiles and ploys; of watching my siblings die."

In no way more brutal could Camilla have laid the truth bare. "Which explains why you tested me so aggressively when I first swore myself to you."

"Correct. To ascertain if your pledge was little but a shallow ruse for personal gain. Do you hate me for it?"

"Hate? No. But I would have resented you far less if you'd been forthright with me, Camilla."

"An error of judgement on my part," she replies, "for now I see how steadfast in matters of loyalty and service you are. A man of action, not words."

Your heart flutters, soundless thanks for her praise. "I try. And you may take heart, because you're stuck with me until the end, Your Majesty."

Camilla presses her lips to your cheek for a gracious instant. "As I would prefer, my beloved vanguard general. And as I had hoped." Unlinking her arm from yours, she gets to her feet and steps in front of you. Smile brighter than Hoshidan sunshine, she bends down presents a hand to you. "As I've said, Selena and yourself are two of the sturdiest pillars of my cause. I love you both more than words can express."

You take Camilla's hand and are brought to your feet. Though innocent enough at first, she wastes no time throwing her arms around your shoulders and drawing you into a cuddle. You're squeezed for dear life, the purple-haired beauty clinging to you as though you're her most precious trinket of all.

Reluctant to reject her on account of respect and enjoyment both, you wrap your arms around Camilla's waist. "A mutual sentiment," you reply sincerely. "I find myself indebted to many since swearing my sword to this noble goal. Though I don't regret it, not for an instant."

"All the more reason I should feel guilty," Camilla whispers, her fingernails digging into your shoulders. You wince for a second.

"I don't see why, all things considered."

"Because I feel as though I've snatched you from Corrin, deep down. You were her protector, and I'm no fool. I saw the love in her eyes as you were hauled out into the snow on the day of our prisoner exchange; her fear as Charlotte roughly handled you."

"The exchange I thwarted," you recall with a quiet jolt of pride. "It seems so long ago, now."

"The time passed matters not. I arranged it being fairly sure your Hoshidan kin would not place my sister in jeopardy. I was right."

Having learned much of Nohr's ways during your service, you follow Camilla's line of thought in this particular situation to the letter. As ever, she proves shrewd and politically-minded. "Meaning you expected to be stuck with Flora and me from the moment Charlotte caught us, am I right?"

"Yes. And while Flora was lost to me, I'd had my eye on you since our first meeting within the Astral Plane."

You'll be damned if her admission doesn't embolden you. "You're saying you wanted me?"

"Do not presume, Keiji. I'd merely heard whispers from spies of my sister taking a new bodyguard. Though upon seeing you, my interest grew."

You note an intense fondness to Camilla's voice as recounts the truth.

"I don't see how. I didn't stand out in those days."

Gods, it was her outfitting you with a coat of midnight black and a sword of glass which made you noteworthy, above all.

"But you did," Camilla contests. "As I swooped from the skies on the back of my wyvern, a particularly bold swordsman stood unflinching amongst his peers; one of Corrin's trusted maids at his side. Your stance was one of surety, and your eyes shone with loyalty so intense that my heart quivered. And when Selena robbed poor Felicia of her sight, I watched your response. The intensity; as though hell's fury raged within you. For an instant... I was enamoured."

You're lost for words, your arms drawing tighter around Camilla's waist.

"After the battle I thought of you again, if briefly. I girlishly wondered: How different might my youth have been had someone served with such dedication until Selena fell through that unusual portal? From then on you continued troubling my plans, and I was far from averse to claiming you when the time came."

Truly humbled, you find the will to speak at last. "I'm happy left such a lasting impression."

Camilla snickers. "By being such a wonderfully persistent thorn in my side, darling." Releasing you from her grasp, the Nohrian lassie lingers a few inches out of your reach. Her cheeks are washed a pale pink, her dark purple eyes glittering with deep-rooted affection.

"Is something amiss, milady?"

"No." Camilla shakes her head; her thick waves bounce as she does. "Your continued compassion and willingness to aid me are beyond enough. Although..."

"Although...?" you follow, an inquisitive brow raised.

The queen's tender smile deepens into an alluring smirk. "Be mindful, my valiant warrior," she winks. "Should youc ontinue being this kind to me there may be a hefty price for you to pay. After all... I shall be needing an heir once I'm officially coroneted. An unwed queen must continue her line, you understand."

For her to pay heed to a matter so colossal this casually! Your eyes widen. "M-Me? But I'm of common birth."

"My cause seeks to eradicate such trivialities, as you know. And you certainly spared no expense pleasing me when last we embraced..."

"Matters were different between us then." It was a command from master to servant, likely given on pain of death.

"Oh dear," Camilla pouts. You're saying you didn't enjoy it...?"

You fall quiet, remembering the fateful night for all it was worth. How you used it as a means to relieve your frustrations and punish your then-sadistic overlord; repayment for the many instances of emotional torment she had subjected you to since your choosing to abandon Hoshido and save Flora. Punishment she wilfully allowed. And in spite of the hate within, how truly outstanding such clammy and sinful release felt.

Owning the chaotic evening without remorse, you straighten your back shake your head. "I'm content with what we shared, if surprised you allowed it."

"I could stomach the feeble thrusts of power-hungry lesser lords no longer, nor the teasing fingers and lustful mouths of those less timid amongst my maids. I required something more..." Camilla closes in and shoves your back to the wall with a wicked grin, pinning you with her weight. Her chest heaving against yours, she tugs your face nearer hers by your undershirt's collar "A person with spirit; one who might dare to play rough with me in spite of my power."

Try as you have to resist thus far, having her this close while being awfully pent brings the bubbling blood within your veins to a simmer. Gods what you wouldn't give to rip her curves loose of bothersome clothes and slip a hand beneath the fabric of her undergarments. "And so you chose me. Another test?"

"Of your stamina, perhaps. And you passed with distinction, though the scratches scored into my back took weeks to heal."

As did those she carved into your chest. One of them even scarred. "I aim to excel at my every task."

"A truth I've come to realize, Lord Keiji..." Camilla inches her face nearer, her lips brushing against your earlobe. "Might I share a secret with you, my dear?

Tantalized by her sultry tone, your loins begin to ache. "I suppose I'll allow it, My Queen."

Nipping your ear between her teeth, Camilla purrs. "You're the only man I've permitted to release his seed inside me..."

A ragged, thirstful pant falls from your dry mouth. "How was it...?"

"As though the sun blazed within me... I'd like to feel it again."

Your restraint weathered after weeks of grief-fuelled abstinence, your last threads of self-control are fraying. "I could lock the door if you'd like?"

Camilla shivers amidst your offering. "And here you suggested I not keep the maids waiting. How naughty..."

"It's as you say; they can be repaid for their lost time."

Camilla pecks her lips to the nape of your neck, slowly inching free. "Then I suppose you had-"

A sharp rap against that very door renders you both quiet.

"Lady Camilla, it's me," calls Severa from the hallway. "I've done as you asked and summoned Miss Nyx. She awaits you in the throne room."

Aware now she has company, Camilla pulls back from you and leans by the foot of her bed. "Very good, my dear. I'll shall be right out."

The door swings wide, the redhead stepping inside. She looks between you and her mistress, her expression one of mild confusion.

"Is something the matter? You're both flushed." Her gaze fixates on you especially, her ruby orbs like ltempered steel. "And why are you gawping at me?!"

Still fuelled by lustful fires, a foolhardy part of you wishes to confess to your deeds so you might continue. Though you know you can't for fear of wounding Severa in ways you will never forgive yourself for. Prepared to spare everyone undue stress, you make for the door. "Tis nothing, Selena."

Severa snags your wrist just short of reaching your destination, her hold upon you a vice. "Don't ignore me!"

Second by second your urges simmer hotter, your irritation building along with them.

"Did you ever think Keiji might be pleased by the sight of you, Selena dear?" Camilla asks sweetly.

Her question leaves the Ylissean sputtering, her grip coming loose. "Disgusting! I don't want him undressing me with those ravenous dog's eyes!"

Escape route open and clear, make your move for the door. "I've no desire to keep Nyx waiting. I shall go on ahead to the throne room." Swinging back in the doorway, you provide both ladies a quick bow before stepping out into the hall. "I take my leave, Your Majesty. Selena."

Pulling the door closed, you make in the direction of the throne room with vigor.

"If she had arrived any later..." Light Dragon knows the exotic position you and Camilla would have been knotted into as you thrusted feverishly within her; bodies glued with sweat and your nails scratching into her supple flesh as she so immensely enjoys.

Fanning your reddened face, you round the corner. "Cease these fantasies, fool," you reprimand under your breath most harshly.

Finally calming down from the amorous exchange, you're quietly thankful to have learned more of Camilla's earlier life. And equally thankful to have been saved from yourself by Severa's unexpected return. Those you view lovingly to might suffer the same fate as Charlotte, you've come to fear.

Perhaps you're being paranoid; or superstitious, maybe. But you can't take the risk. "I can't lose sight of myself again."

Even if your body quivers at the sound of Camilla's alluring chuckles and purrs. The very reason you fight will crumble to naught should your queen meet a grim fate, and with her death will the last hope of a land freed from endless conflicts be cast to the wind.

A gamble in which you've no right to partake, no matter your desires.

To be continued...


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