"Wherefore doth thee deny me? Coequal aft'r all thee has't witness'd thee still act 'gainst mine own shall."

Ch.1 Wake-up Call

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Time: Unknown

Location: Unknown

The scent of blood wafted through the air accompanied by a roar of fire. Well this whole situation evolved into a clusterfuck in no time at all. Still, the work was done and the targets slaughtered so there wasn't much reason to hold on to the situation much longer.

So with a grunt of effort a shadowed figure rose to their feet and dusted off the dirt that covered their once prone form. The burning light the fire imposed upon the area obscured all details of the figure, leaving only a shadowed form visible against the light of the whipping fire.

"That went to hell faster than seemed necessary," spoke the figure in a rough voice, "Guess that's what happens when you aren't given any real info huh?"

The body on the floor didn't reply.

Walking over, the shadowed figure reached for a massive cleaver that was embedded in the body's chest and griped the handle. "Sorry mate, I'm going to need this back."

The figure planted a boot and with a strong tug the cleaver was freed from the flesh pedestal that occupied the ground.

A loud splatter of blood ripped through the air.

With cleaver in hand the figure inspected it and commented, "Can't deny it though, you guys put up one hell of a fight. Almost wish I didn't have to kill you, but when your Goddess demands who are you to say no?" They paused then added, "Not that any of you would understand, I doubt you even know what that means."

The figure looked at their work, taking it all in. This life wasn't easy and it wasn't the most rewarding, but it was all in the name of a Goddess that would bring hope to this dying world. All anyone had to do was give their love to her and she would give her own love in return.

With the area devastated and numerous bodies littering the floor the large figure began their walk away from the fire, cleaver resting on their shoulder and a song on their lips.

"There can be no redemption for a sinner such as I

Won't you wish me to the cornfield now

Won't you help me stop living a lie

Ohh Save me, from fear and pain

And love will rain on me…"

Soon silence dominated along with the crackling fire as land, bodies, and stone burned away.

-XXXX-

Time: Unknown

Location: Beacon Academy, Vale

It felt like his nights were getting longer, being cursed as he was. Maybe his age was getting to him again; after all he had walked the planet more times than he cared to count. But it was something he would deal with as long as he needed to in order to defeat Her. Although he could silently admit to himself that it was taxing on one's mind.

Especially with all this paperwork in front of him on his desk.

Golly, the amount of paperwork.

The man sighed in his chair, his black suit jacket left open reviling a green button up and shirt. A dark green cowl was wrapped around his neck just under his pointed chin. He adjusted his shaded spectacles and contemplated sneaking out of his office before his assistant noticed was an option.

Alternatively if all paperwork in the world suddenly vanished that would work too.

The gray haired man took a sip from his mug and savored the bitter sweetness of the coffee inside. It was something that he was never seen without and one of the few comforts he was allowed in his line of work. Many who knew the man would argue that he's never had to refill that cup.

Brushing a hand through his grey hair the man readied himself to start writing on the paper in front of him, an application for one Velvet Scarlatina, when he heard the elevator doors at the head of his office open.

Out stepped his assistant holding her tablet in the crook of her arm. A pair of thin glasses sat in front of her emerald eyes which seemed to gleam with authority at all times. Her bright blond hair was parted to the right in a spiraling braid whilst the rest was tied in a bun at the back of her head. She was garbed in white long-sleeved, pleated top on her upper body and her lower was covered in a black high-waisted pencil skirt. Her black boots taped the floor of the man's office while a black waist length cape with a purple interior billowed behind her as she moved forward.

Like with the man's coffee mug, the tablet this woman held never left her possession.

"Ah, Glynda I assume you have something for me?" the man spoke, "Nothing worrying I hope."

Glynda stood at the front of the wide desk to address her superior, "The Fall Maiden has begun her way to Beacon and should be meeting up with Qrow near a bar in a small town now." Glynda nearly rolled her eyes at the mention of 'bar'.

The silver haired man gave a little smile knowing full well the woman's disdain for the agent. Although Qrow was what some would call a 'raging alcoholic' he was still one of the most skilled Huntsmen he had ever known in this age, so having him escort the Fall Maiden was a no brainier.

"I hope this pays off Ozpin, having her travel Vale on horseback is a huge risk," Glynda stated. Subtle undertones of worry lasted her words and if, the now named, Ozpin hadn't known her for as long as he did then it was likely that he would have never detected it.

Ozpin took a sip from his mug and responded, "I share your worry Glynda, but having the Fall Maiden travel any other way would cause unnecessary exposure leading to an even more risks than needed. This way we'll be able to keep the Maiden away from unnecessary interactions and, by proxy, limiting Her chance of finding Amber through agents." He took another sip, "And besides, Amber should be with meeting Qrow now."

"Is that supposed to give me confidence Headmaster?" Glynda asked.

That got a chuckle from Ozpin, "If we had more time then maybe we could have devised a better plan, but with Her agents constantly on the move we've had little room to maneuver." Despite his capabilities, time was something that was always in short supply for Ozpin. He figured that it was the cruel twist of fate that had it out for him.

Glynda nodded and then looked to her pad; her eyes scanned the surface and her brow furrowed. In all his years of working with Glynda, Ozpin knew that look very well and that's what got him worried.

"What's wrong Glynda?" he asked, almost dreading an answer.

"A message from Qrow, he says the Maiden hasn't reached the rendezvous and is going to look for her."

That wasn't good news at all. Did the Fall Maiden stop? Did she get lost somehow? None of the questions buzzing though his head were implying good answers, but he dreaded one the most. Did She find out somehow?

Ozpin stood from his desk and turned to the massive window behind him, coffee mug in hand and looked out to Vale. This was worrisome, worrisome indeed.

If an agent of Her's found Amber then it would be a near unredeemable loss. He hoped that it was just a mistake in timing, he sincerely hoped that.

-XXXX-

Time: Unknown

Location: Greenwood Forest Trail, Vale

Horseback riding seemed fun when she was smaller, something that not many people would do now that airships and trains existed. It would be a unique experience, she had though to herself. She was right all those years ago when she first tried it.

But when you had to go horseback riding for hours nonstop, then it became dull. Veeerry dull. Amber now knew this and she was enlightened with dull knowledge about a dull trip on a dull trail in a dull forest. Do you have any idea how dull horses are? For Pete's sake not even Grimm showed up in her hours of traveling! If it wasn't for the time table she was under Amber would have likely gone out of her way to do something to shake up this trip. To make matters worse, Amber couldn't run her horse right now as she knew to let the animal a bit of reprieve after a few hours of galloping in the forest. She had the unfortunate luck to experience that problem first hand.

What a day that was.

So here she was, trotting down a beaten path on a tired horse in the middle of a (questionably) Grimm infested forest going to meet with people who say that they can protect her from forces that would destroy everything they know and love. You'd be excused in believing that everything that was forced upon her seemed a bit outrageous. But something in the back of her mind told her that the things these people were telling her had some truth to them and that her powers needed to be protected.

Ah yes, her powers. Amber always resented the powers she was 'blessed' with. She could still remember that day, the day she realized that she had more power than the most well trained huntsmen and huntresses could ever hope to have. Amber had awoken that morning to discover everything seemed different; it was like everything around her was small and insignificant to the point where they almost seemed pointless. When she walked around her village she couldn't help but feel that everyone else was nothing compared to her.

Amber hated that feeling.

She was confused and felt lost, just why was this happening to her? But then, like a switch being flipped on, everything started to make sense and Amber found out what she was. A Maiden. That's what was whispered in her mind, that's what she was. The sudden realization that she was a Maiden from the old children stories dawned on her like a behemoth barreling down the road at full speed. She understood this feeling of power bestowed upon her and what she could do with it. Yet, everything still puzzled Amber.

Why?

Why was she chosen, why did she get it, why was see burdened with this power! Amber never wanted to be so different from everybody else; she just wanted to live her life in relative peace. She never asked for this. But fate had a horrid sense of humor, and no doubt she was the butt of the joke. "Such is life," her mother once said.

The Fall Maiden sighed, her life was upside down and it didn't seem like fixing itself any time. So with not much else to do, Amber mounted a horse and galloped her way to Vale. Now here she was, about a few miles away from the closest village she and her benefactors agreed to have her meet an agent of theirs. Right now, however, Amber wanted a bed to sleep in and just do nothing for a couple of days, but knowing her luck she would end up involved in some kind of gang war in the city. So the sound of 'clip' and its twin 'clop' as her only company, Amber sat on her horse getting saddle burns.

….

Yep, she just had to wait….

….with not a single Grimm in sight….

….or people….

….or anything that wasn't a tree or dirt road….

Just. Her.

….

"AAAAGHGH!" came a yell riddled with frustration and absolute breaking point, "Why can't this village be any closer?!"

Throwing her hands in the air in exasperation, Amber was about ready to pull her hair out and burn down a forest in the hopes of something interesting spawning from it. Instead she slumped back on her horse and just stared into the cloudy sky above her. At this time the Frustrated Maiden had wondered into a clearing in the trail with the sides of the road blocked by two rows of wooden fences. Amber was practically at her wits end by this point, and she hadn't even done anything yet! She sighed, sat strait on her horse again, and pulled the hood of her green cloak over her head. Her horse had reached near the middle of the clearing where a dirt road going to Amber's right was just ahead. It was then she heard a clang of metal, a yelp, and then quiet sobbing.

The Fall Maiden snapped her eyes forward, toward the noise that broke the silence. Sitting in her path in the middle of the dirt road, sobbed a little girl with emerald green hair and a little grey and white dress next to a pink bike lying on the ground.

Where did this little girl come from and why was she crying? The Maiden didn't see anyone else on the road before she yelled out, and it was a very flat road. Amber's eyes were then drawn to the little girl's bike, more specifically its front wheel. The metal spokes were bent to the left completely disabling the pedal powered vehicle.

"She must have hit something," Amber though to herself.

The Fall Maiden stopped her horse, dismounted, and walked forward to the little girl. She didn't notice Amber's approach so when she opened her eyes to look up all she saw was a hooded woman walking toward her. Like any child alone in a monster infested woods, she backed up slightly and put her arms out in fear.

A meek, "Go away," spilled from the little girl's mouth.

This made Amber pause in front of the little girl; of course shed be scared of a random hooded person. So she reached to a satchel on her left hip and pulled out a red apple, then Amber approached the little girl again. "I'm not going to hurt you, here," she said offering the apple.

The girl looked up and stared at the apple, then at the woman offering it, and then to the apple again reaching out with an arm. Her hand slowly got closer and closer until Amber noticed a sudden duff of dirt move behind the little girl. The Fall Maiden pulled back the apple just so slightly, scanning the area behind the little girl. She then noticed the girl stopped altogether, freezing like she had been put on pause paused.

At that moment the girl disappeared, vanishing as if she didn't exist, causing Amber too immediately drop the apple and jump back just in front of her horse which reared in fright.

Before the Maiden was a young woman that looked almost like the little girl except she had darker skin and wore an outfit that exposed her stomach and arms. The whole thing was a combination of white and brown with a forest green wrap over the woman's chest. Amber noticed that she had two guns on her back, holstered but readily available.

Acting quickly, Amber drew her collapsible bow staff from her hip and extended it into a defensive position. On either side of the staff were two Dust crystals, one wind Dust and one fire Dust respectively.

Immediately after Amber jumped away the woman drew her two guns and rushed her, shooting as she closed the distance. Amber in response used a small portion of her powers to block the bullets. Then with a flurry of swings she thrusted the end of her staff holding the wind Dust crystal causing a wave of air to travel down toward the woman and blow her several feet away. Suddenly, Amber's instincts flared causing her to quickly turn around and barely block another person from landing a double kick with her staff. The newcomer then jumped away as Amber, twirling her staff with each move, blew away her first attacker again with wind Dust.

Orienting himself in the air the newcomer landed on a fence spoke and launched forward with an explosion from his feet. In response Amber spun around to her assailant and unleashed a blast of fire from the other side of her staff. The man curled into a ball with his feet forward and got engulfed by the fire only to appear in front of Amber with a kick that lost no momentum. It would appear that the man had mechanical legs which were now exposed due to the lower part of his pants being burned away.

Amber flew a few feet whilst landing on her back only then to have the woman land on her stomach heels first. The impact was so strong that the ground below the Maiden cratered below her. The woman then jumped off Amber to the side of her fellow assailant.

The sudden bouts of pain the Maiden was suddenly aware of left her mind in a haze trying to form coherent thoughts. It was difficult to focus when your face and your stomach had just received two up close inspections of two different pairs of boots. Then suddenly, Amber's mind went blank as what could only be described as pure instinct took over her thoughts. The Fall Maiden rose to her feet, and with eyes flaring with energy and power, she unleashed a massive windstorm. Lightning flared into the cloudy sky as she rose into the air from the dirt path displaying the power of the Fall Maiden for all to see. Using the storm above them the Maiden cast down a bolt of lightning in between the two assailants causing them to jump away in order to not get hit. Lightning rained down as the enraged Maiden attempted to strike them, but the two dodged each one barely getting out of the way. Once the bombardment finished, the duo preceded to shoot at the Maiden with foot and gun respectively, only for the bullets to harmlessly be deflected. Perhaps in offence and without breaking eye contact, the Maiden raised her arm and the leaves of a nearby tree came circling around her and once she had enough they froze solid. With a wave of her arm, the Maiden launched the leaves toward the duo like darts.

Yet while the Maiden focused on the two a third individual raced their way toward her. Looking to the side, the Maiden saw a woman dressed a bright red dress with orange detailing run toward her. A single orange eye stared at her with utmost focus. In an attempt to stop the woman before she could reach her, the Maiden cast a fire ball that the woman easily dodged. The woman jumped out of the way and when she landed a collection of black shards materialized around her. Thrusting her arm forward, the newcomer sent the black shards hurtling at the Maiden. The number of shards and the force of which they struck her, the Maiden couldn't stop herself from being thrown down back to the ground with a crash.

Disoriented, Amber raised her head from the floor. Her head throbbed with pain and her body felt weak, she saw the first woman who attacked her materialize out of nowhere followed by the man. Then at the end of the road, charging her, was the third assailant brandishing shot curved short swords. Quickly getting to her feet and taking a defensive stance, despite the pain she was in, Amber managed to block and parry the attacks the red dressed woman threw at her eventually getting the upper hand and kicking her away. The duo then proceeded to attack together in hopes of overwhelming Amber, but she pushed back their assault as well. As this was happening the woman in red got to her feet and combined the two blades together at the hilt forming a bow. Drawing three arrows the woman took aim, just as Amber looked back eye's wide, and loosed the arrows. Each one landed separate from each other into the ground tin a sort of triangle, and then they exploded.

When the dust settled, Amber was on her hands and knees breathing heavily as the three attackers approached. Then she snapped up with a wide wave of her hand and a gust of wind blew the three back. The duo charged ahead, with the woman disappearing from sight and the man rushing her head on. With the power of the Fall Maiden coursing through her once more, Amber easily dispatched the man rushing her with a bolt of lightning and two fire balls at the woman who snuck behind her. Now all combatants, minus Amber, were lying on the dirt road and silence permeated the air. Amber reached down to grab her staff which she had discarded during the fight and walked over to the emerald hair woman holding her side in pain. Once she was standing over the prone assailant, Amber raised her staff over her head with intent of ending her attacker. But then he eyes went wide and she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her back. What happened and why did she feel weak all of the sudden?

Behind Amber stood the red dressed woman, holding her bow, and arm outstretched. From where she stood, she could see that her arrow lodged itself perfectly into the Maiden's spine. As the Maiden fell to her knees once again, the red dressed woman sauntered up with a smirk on her mouth.

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Okay, everything went fubar quick that's for sure.

Gazing to the dirt road a fair distance away in the tree line, watched a large man clad in grey-white armor that covered his entire body. Over his armor was a large dark brown coat that reached to his calves. The four glowing eye holes of his helmet focused on the events that occurred on the long stretch of road, everything was playing out just like she said. He wanted to intervene right when the fight started, but he needed to stay back until the exact moment Red and power-hungry got just enough of the Maiden's soul to keep her hunting.

Timing was everything; this needed to be completed near perfectly so that he wouldn't be interrupted when he acquired the left over portion of the Maiden's soul and Amber's. Delilah was keeping that drunken excuse of a bodyguard busy, but she could only waste his time for so long before he broke away and hauled ass to the clearing. So there was little wiggle room to work around.

A massive gust of wind blew through the entire clearing causing the man to shield his eyes from the sudden storm. Once he lowered his arm he saw Amber limping over the emerald haired girl and then noticed the disciple of Salem get to her feet and readied an arrow. Almost there, just needed to wait a little longer. The imposing man readied himself by drawing his massive cleaver in his right hand and crouching for a sprint. His eyes narrowed behind his helmet's face plate, the golden glow of each eye hole dimming in anticipation. Amber was no her hands and knees now, an arrow lodged deep in her back. The two goons got to their feet and grabbed the wounded woman by her arms and presented her to the disciple, who then held up her arm. Black tendrils extended from her gloved appendage and hooked to Amber's face. Now it was the time to act!

The man's body suddenly shifted into action and with a mighty push of his legs, rocketed toward the assembled group at impossible speeds, his dark brown overcoat billowing from the speed. The red dressed disciple turned her head at the sound of a distance explosion only to see a massive figure to the right coming at her with a black cleaver in an underhand swing. The look on her face was all worth the wait alone. The man cut the tendrils, severing the disciple's connection to Amber, and planted a boot into the ground so he could turn and swing his cleaver at the disciple in one motion. She jumped away, only barley missing getting cut as she gritted hr teeth and looked hatefully at the interloper. His cleaver was firmly planted into the earth as he returned the disciple's gaze. Oh how he loved that face, the face of surprise and rage was something that he'd always enjoy when he made an entrance. But relishing her disbelief would have to wait as the male goon dropped Amber's arm and sent a kick to his face. He responded by drawing his blunderbuss with is right hand, leaving his left holding the cleaver, and shot to his chest blowing the attacker away.

"You're going to need to try better than that boy!" the man yelled, voice full of amusement.

"You two! To me!" the disciple shouted to the goons.

The girl jumped away and landed next to the disciple and the boy did the same, but held his chest and looked out of breath.

Holstering his gun, the man asked, "What leaving already? I thought you needed her soul?"

The disciple sneered in hatred, eyes locking with his four, as energy flared from her exposed eye. The man looked underneath his feet to see a buildup of energy, so he grabbed Amber from the ground and jumped back, eyes still locked to the disciple's one. She then preceded to teleport herself and her goons away to lick their wounds, leaving the man alone with Amber in his left arm. Looking down, he inspected Amber's form noting the disfiguring mark left by the disciple's attempt to take what was not her's. Before laying her down, he turned Amber over and took hold of the arrow still in her spine. Muttering a small prayer, a golden glow emanated from his right hand and he pulled, taking the barbed arrow out of Amber's back with no resistance. The process should have been painless preventing any further damage. He then muttered the same prayer and placed his hand to the entry wound, it wouldn't fully heal but this would prevent her from bleeding out.

The man laid her to the floor facing the sky; she was unconscious in a coma most likely. The man then spoke, "Well she's here and wounded. I got to her a little too quickly, but enough of her soul was ripped away that she'll still need help. What next?"

"…"

"Are you sure? That could raise more problems than we need."

"…"

"Alright, in hope this'll work. The last thing we need is Salem getting a foot ahead of us."

He then positioned his right hand over Amber's forehead and grasped something from his coat pocket in his left. Lowering his head, he began to speak in a tongue that sounded older than time. The words melded together in a harmonic fashion sounding almost like the lyrics to a hymn.

"By hêo wlenc, yfel overtake êower feorh m fêores wislic ongebringan ðâs friðsôcn to mîn gyden."

As he spoke, Amber's body began to glow bright. Her labored breathing lessened, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. Once the words that spilled from his mouth reached their peak, Amber's eyes suddenly opened and a gasp left her mouth. But as fast as that happened, her eyes closed and she let out one last breath. With his job done, the man raised himself to his feet with his right hand straight and centered to his chest giving one last prayer.

A sudden kick of dirt reached the man's ears and he snapped his head to his left to see that drunkard leaping at him with a massive sword in both hands. What a sudden burst of irony. Reaching in a flash the large man drew his cleaver from his back and deflected the great sword before it could make conversation with his face.

His assailant jumped back, spun mid-air, and landed on his feet. His glare could kill a man. Launching forward in another attempt to strike the armored man, the drunkard threw all his weight into his next swing. He missed as his target jumped away while placing his cleaver on his back again.

He was about to strike again the large man spoke, "Whoa now, no need for that. I already have what I need so I'll be leaven."

The drunkard responded, "And why would I let you do that? I already dealt with your friend and I saw what you did here. Only a woman can use the power of a Maiden and I thought you were just a ready big lady, but that voice tells me otherwise. So I'm going to ask once: what did you do?!"

"You thought I was a, what now?" the man asked in disbelief,"First: that was rude and Second: you should be worried more with her than me boyo"

"That's not an answer!"

"Doesn't matter, I don't have either part of her soul anyway, I just stopped the one that actually has a portion. Your efforts should be geared for her before she expires."

The attacker paused for a moment but then shouted, "Wha-who attacked her!?"

"That is something you and your master are going to have to figure out," the man shrugged unsympathetically, "Now be a good boy and fetch the girl off the floor, bring her to old Ozy boy for me."

As Qrow's eyes widened the man then raised his left arm from out of his coat pocket; in it was a golf-ball sized gem. "Galy-Sval," the man spoke before crushing the gem in his hand. The shards of the gem shot out in the air then collapsed in on themselves and teleported the armored man away.

-XXXX-

Qrow tried to swipe at the individual again once he figured out what he was doing, but to no avail. "Damn, it," he seethed. This day was just getting worse by the minute.

First, the Maiden hadn't arrived at the town agreed upon so he went looking for her. Second was that person that jumped him after he refused to help 'em, as it would turn out they were working with whoever the hell that was just now. And finally, the Maiden was now comatose, he didn't feel any semblance of her power, and the only one who may have answers form him just taunted him and vanished.

Turning to the Maiden, Qrow picked up her unconscious form bridal style and ran to the nearest village. The devastation of the forest from that fight with that masked person passed him by as he approached. Trees were felled and craters littered the area, they certainly put up one hell of a fight. Upon reaching the town, Qrow made it to his loggings at the local pub, laid the Maiden on his bed and grabbed his scroll to call Ozpin. A moment later the face of his boss appeared on the small screen.

"Yes, Qrow what is it?" he asked.

"The Maiden was attacked; I can't feel the power of the Maiden from her."

"This is bad, is she alive and who attacked her?"

"She still breathing and I encountered someone when I arrived in the clearing."

"Who?"

"I'm not sure; he was huge though, likely around 8 to 9 feet tall. I found him doing something to the Maiden when I got there. "

Worry subtly etched itself onto Ozpin's face, "What exactly did you see?"

Qrow took a moment and said, "He was kneeling over her with is right hand above her forehead and his left held close to his chest. I couldn't tell, but it looked like he was holding something though I couldn't be sure. He was talking in some language I couldn't recognize, it was so foreign like it didn't belong here at all. Then I saw Amber's body jolt suddenly and her eyes opened only for them to close again."

Ozpin closed his eyes and held his chin; Qrow figured that he trying to think, maybe even recall an encounter with this guy at some point. "Was there anything else? Did you get any information out of him?" the old man asked.

"I did get something out of him, though it was after I attacked him first. I had no idea what he was doing but I couldn't take any chances. Anyway, after that he told me he wasn't the one who attacked the Maiden, but drove off the ones that did. But before I could press him any further he pulled out some sort of gemstone and disappeared. "

"Did he mention who attacked her?"

Qrow shook his head and frowned, "No, he said that it was for us to find out. Although if he was telling the truth about his involvement than I can guess who sent an attack."

Ozpin's neutral expression darkened; this wasn't good at all, not by a long shot. If what Qrow said was accurate and this mystery person did indeed stop the attack on the Fall Maiden, then they needed to find them at once. But it also implied that She knew about the Maiden's rout, which meant there was a leak somewhere. This situation couldn't get any worse.

"One more thing Oz, he knew you by name."

Ozpin froze and his eyes widened. How could they have known that?

A dark expression came over his face, "Qrow, I've sent over a bullhead. Get back to Beacon at once; we need to secure Amber. And try to remember every detail you can about this mysterious individual. He could be linked to the one that attacked Amber, we need to find him."

Qrow nodded his head said, "Got it Oz," and hung up.

He sighed, "Well, this day got worse."

Hello, this will be the first chapter of a hopefully engaging story. I'm writing this as a hobby so I'd recommend that you don't anticipate regular updates as I write at random intervals. It's basically a story I want to see created for the fun of it.

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