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Chapter 56

"He took the maiden!" General Ironwood roared. "He took the maiden out from under our noses! Was this his plan all along? Operation Cuck, Winter! How did we miss it? It's so bloody obvious." His fist slammed down. "He's made cucks of us all!"

"Sir, I think you need to sit down. And to stop using that term."

"Sit on my laurels while he does who knows what? This is a disaster!"

"We've defended Atlas."

"From the Grimm, yes, not from him! The SDC – gone! The Schnee family – under his control. The White Fang – defeated by him! Menagerie – indebted to him! The Fall Maiden – his! The Winter Maiden – his! What's next?" His eyes slammed open. "My Gods. What if he wants me next?"

"Sir…"

"What if he orchestrated this to get me fired? Where would I find work? Not in Atlas, the disgrace would be too great. He'd swoop in and offer me a place at Beacon!" Ironwood swayed and slumped against a wall, hand over his suddenly pale face. "I-I wouldn't be in a position to refuse. He could make me a teacher. He could make me a janitor! Roman Torchwick, Sienna Khan, Cinder Fall and now James Ironwood? He's building an army, Winter. No, he's building a zoo! A collection! Gotta catch all the important people!"

The sound of Winter's hand impacting the table cut through Ironwood's mad ravings, bringing some semblance of calm back to proceedings. "Sir!" she barked. "You are General James Ironwood of Atlas. Please act like it!"

Ironwood stared. It wasn't like Winter to raise her voice, least of all toward him. The sudden shock was what he needed, allowing him to look at himself from an outside perspective. He coughed, smoothed his hair down and stood.

"Thank you, Specialist. I needed that."

"Good to have you back, sir. And off the record, I agree with you fully."

"Which part?"

"All of it!" she blurted out. "I assumed you were being overly cautious, sir, and for that I apologise. You were right. Jaune Arc planned everything. He outsmarted us completely, here in our own homes, under our very noses!"

Ironwood watched his trusted advisor pace, half wondering if the reason she hadn't snapped and forced him back to professionalism was so that she could have a breakdown instead. Damn Jaune Arc. Had he orchestrated this as well? Take Winter away from him by pushing her into a mental asylum?

Not on my watch!

"What is the public perception?" he demanded. "Arc loves to play with that." There was no answer from Winter, so he reached over and snapped up a remote from his desk, turning to the full wall monitors that had been set up for mapping the invasion but were now little more than a glorified cinema screen.

The channel flicked on and he was instantly presented with the Atlas Channel 1 News. Considering what just happened, he expected every channel on Remnant was covering the story. This would be it, he thought. The fallout of Jaune Arc's schemes.

"-Atlas has fought back the Grimm! That's right, everyone. A resounding victory for Atlas led by our own General Ironwood, so only days ago orchestrated the complete evacuation of every civilian in Atlas. Numbers are still coming in and we will mourn our fallen heroes, but there have been no civilian casualties in what is being touted as the greatest victory of this century!"

His shoulders untensed and he stepped back, sitting down with eyes locked on the reporter, who to his credit looked euphoric. The camera switched to one that he could tell was looking over Vale. The crowds were filled with people, quite possibly their refugees. It was hard to tell because it looked more like a mosh pit. People were chanting and jumping and waving their arms in the air.

"As you can see, celebrations have reached the citizens seeking refuge in Vale, while even the Valean citizens have joined in. Vale's Council has sent their congratulations to Atlas already, along with promises for any support in rebuilding their homes."

The camera changed again, this time to scenes toward the end of the battle. Thankfully, the maidens had been cut out of them, so it was Atlas soldiers and tanks firing on the encroaching horde. The camera moved over them until it saw him, stood atop bellowing out orders with his gun pointed toward the Grimm.

Ironwood sat a little taller, smiling at the heroic image.

"Leading from the front and facing the Grimm head on was General James Ironwood, overall commander of Atlas' forces and the hero of the hour. Though we have thus far been unable to successfully arrange an interview with the General, it goes without saying that we shall continue to try."

He'd arrange one later and handle it as he needed to. Ironwood leaned back, seat creaking under him as he released a long sigh. The news was good – exceptional even. The panic that had clung to him seeped away.

Perhaps he'd been wrong. Perhaps Arc hadn't interfered with the media perception. That was a relief. He'd expected the man to do as he had in Vale and steal all the glory for himself, but it was clear he was being celebrated as the hero of the hour instead, and rightly so! The military deserved the glory here, seeing as they were normal men and women bravely giving their lives!

And his position was secure. The Council would have to be suicidal to try and remove him and he was sure if Jaune Arc tried, the people would rise en masse to defend their hero. It was a ray of sunshine. And an opportunity. If he could be seen to do no wrong, then perhaps he could move against Arc and secure Cinder Fall. To do so would be risky, but if the people were on his side…

"And of course none of this would be possible without General Ironwood calling in our staunch allies from Beacon!" The camera panned this time to the man in his thoughts, on the front lines with sword and shield. "Headmaster Jaune Arc of Beacon, along with his brave students, who fought on the front lines to allow Atlas soldiers to fall back. Such bravery from those so young, and such honour in responding to a call for air from Atlas. It goes without saying that the strong ties between General Ironwood and Headmaster Arc turned the tide of battle, and it is our hope they will usher in an age of peace and prosperity between our Kingdoms."

And just like that, the screen smashed, the remote control embedded in the centre console.

"He's played us again!" he shrieked. "We look like heroes, but he's tied himself into that! We're heroes together. A power couple!" He spat the word. "I can't do anything to him or the whole world will come down on me like an ungrateful dictator!"

While as long as he played nice, smiled and shook Arc's hand, he'd look like the best person in the world. Brave General Ironwood who forged alliances and bonds, building bridges between a Kingdom divided. Ironwood the Peacebringer. Ironwood the Diplomat. Ironwood the Wise. All of that was possible, but only if he let Arc get away with everything."

It was genius. Even past the fury, he had to admit it.

Arc had him by the balls. Had him strung up! It wasn't even beating him with the stick but killing him with kindness. Arc had left him to be the hero of the hour and to take all the praise, all the adulation, but only if he bent knee and welcomed Arc as his confidante. Only if he stood on stage and publicly acknowledged to the world that James Ironwood and Jaune Arc were the best of friends. Complete allies. Two men who trusted one another implicitly.

He might have said touché…

If he wasn't busy flipping hid desk over.

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"You are Jaune Arc…?"

"I am." Jaune looked up. And up. And up. "And you, sir, are a very tall man."

"Hm." The giant grunted. "I am Ghira. Ghira Belladonna, chieftain of Menagerie and leader of the free faunus."

It clicked in Jaune's head. "You're Kali's husband!?"

"I am."

"My God, how do you cope…?"

Ghira's stern glower slipped a fraction of an inch. He sighed. "I do not. Every day is a struggle for my sanity, every night a reminder of why I deal with it." His eyes lit up at the thought of seeing his wife again, but he pushed it down. "I did not come here to talk about Kali. You rendered air to Menagerie and allowed us to deal with the White Fang. You killed Adam."

"Adam really killed himself," Jaune said, unable to take all the credit. "And it was a group effort. As for Jinn. Where is she anyway?"

"Out at sea. I kicked her off my boat after she annoyed me one too many times."

Jaune's jaw dropped. "You did what!?"

"Worry not. I doubt it came as a surprise to her." Ghira's smile was knowing, though not as knowing as he imagined Jinn's to be. "I doubt she could die, but it is my sincere hope she is screaming my name in anger right now." He paused and cocked his head. "And yes, Jinn, I know you are listening. Enjoy your swim."

A bead of sweat ran down Jaune's face. "R-Right." Jinn would be okay. If she could even die. To be fair, if she'd been in any real danger, she wouldn't have let Ghira do it in the first place. "I have to thank you all for coming to save us. I'm sure Ironwood will later. Sorry he's not here, he has to handle a lot of stuff."

"His city has been attacked. I will let it slide. With any luck, this can mark a new chapter in the history of faunus and Atlas." His eyes hardened again. "That is also not why I am here." Ghira strode forward and Jaune flinched, expecting the worst.

Only for the hulking man to walk past him entirely. "Eh?"

Ghira strode past, dropped to one knee, and opened his arms expectantly. "Kitten."

"D-Dad," Blake whined, face bright red, ears flat and hands clenched before her. She was trying to sink back into her team, who were grinning wildly and having none of it. Yang all but hurled her forward. "C-Can we not do this here? You're going to embarrass me!"

"I've not seen you in years."

"I-I know…"

"You ran away from home."

"I'm sorry-"

"You dated Adam."

"He wasn't that – Okay, he was definitely that bad, and you were right. I should have listened." Blake blanched as Ghira stood and walked forward. "No, dad, wait. In private! Not in front of my teeeeeaaaaammmm!"

Blake cut off with a wail as she was swept up and crushed against the chest of her much larger father figure. He wrapped his bear arms around her and tussled her hair. It wasn't like when Yang did it to Ruby. His fist was so big that Blake came out of it looking like she'd tried to fashion herself an afro, hair sticking up at odd angles. With her feline eyes glaring out at her laughing tram, she looked like a cat whose fur had been stroked backwards.

Jaune chuckled with them.

At least until Ghira hefted Blake into one arm, turned her around so that her back was to his chest and reached his free hand around to cup her stomach. "How far along are you? It was irresponsible to fight in this battle in your condition."

Jaune's smile turned sickly and died.

It took Blake a few seconds to figure out what her father meant. When she did, her eyes bulged. "I'm not pregnant!" Her eyes flew to Jaune's. "And I'm not dating my teacher!"

"You made out with him on live television."

Red crept up Blake's neck, followed by white as she realised Yang and Ruby were no longer laughing but instead fixing her with narrowed eyes. "T-That was acting!" she argued, squirming against Ghira's chest. "I had to! There was no other choice!"

"No other choice but to kiss a man during a battle? Yes, that sounds perfectly reasonable." Ghira set her down with a fond smile. "I will not judge you, kitten. I only want you to be happy." His eyes flicked to Jaune. "If he makes you happy, that is all I care about."

"Congratulations Jaune," Cinder teased. "You've gained another."

He sighed and slipped away from Team RWBY and Mr Belladonna, leaving them to handle introductions and try to convince him they weren't together. The faunus had already been allowed and welcomed into the city by the soldiers, who didn't care for their animal parts nearly so much after they'd rescued them from a fresh assault. With any luck, that would last into the future and the civilian population of Atlas would learn from it.

Glynda was handling the student side of things with Torchwick. He'd offered to help but she argued the best thing he could do for Beacon right now was to be seen out and about. Plus, the paparazzi were hunting him down and all the cameramen outside the room had been annoying Glynda. He'd been kicked out more to distract and lure them away than anything.

"And why are you following me around?" he asked Cinder.

"For my own safety of course," the new maiden said. Her smile was just a touch too smug, her eyes a tad too bright. Cinder appeared more her old form than ever before, no doubt because she once again had power to call her own. "It wouldn't do for me to disappear into some secretive vault run by Ironwood, would it? I doubt he's so happy to let the Winter Maiden elude him."

No. Probably not. He'd managed to avoid the General for now – a combination of luck and Ironwood having too many other things to focus on. If he had his way, that'd continue until they were back in Beacon.

"Do you think he's angry?"

"Furious."

"That doesn't help me!"

"Oh, I apologise. Did you want a white lie there?" Cinder cupped his cheek and smiled like an angel. "Don't worry, Jaune. I'm sure James is just shy – maybe he's baking you a cake to show you how much he appreciates you taking that inconvenient maiden power out of his hands."

Jaune's eyes closed.

I'm a dead man. Ironwood is going to kill me…

"Brave face now," Cinder chided. "This is nothing you didn't see coming. Your plans have come to fruition. You're the hero of the hour. General Ironwood can't raise a finger to you now and your victory is absolute. I admit, I didn't expect you to share the glory with him, but it's a masterful move. Not so much buying his loyalty as forcing it."

"Ah. What?"

"My mistake," she said. "I thought your plan was to discredit and ruin him. By taking the maiden before he could, I expected you'd push for you having been the one to save the day while he hesitated."

What…?

"And then once he was deposed and lost, you would sweep in and recruit him as you have all your enemies." Cinder cackled even as he paled. "I could imagine him serving rather well as a surly janitor, don't you think?"

No. He didn't! In his head he could imagine Ironwood using the janitor's key card to let himself into his room and smothering him with a mop. Beacon would wake up to find their headmaster dead, the only clue a bloody mop and a bucket of soapy water.

"I-I don't think that's a good idea."

"Of course not. I see your plan now and it's even better! Why defeat your enemies when you can turn them into allies? You did it with Torchwick and I, so why not Ironwood? And it would be much harder to insert a new person into such a lofty position as he. Better to subvert the General directly."

That did sound like a clever plan, which only went to show how much of a genius this imaginary interpretation of him that Cinder held really was. Shame it wasn't real. Even more of one that he had to play the part to keep her loyal. "O-Of course. I considered all the angles before I made my move."

"Hmm. I can see that. I never stood a chance, did I?"

Cinder almost murdered him! "No," he lied through his teeth. "Though, had you decided to stand by me from the beginning, I might have brought you in sooner. It doesn't matter in the end, does it? You're here. And you're the Winter Maiden."

"I am." Her eyes flickered gold. "The power is mine again, and this time it belongs to me. I was chosen by the previous maiden. That's something not even Salem could achieve. I am the maiden, and no one can say I don't deserve to be."

It wasn't something he'd achieved either, Cinder had come up with the plan on her own, approached him and then pushed ahead with it when he gave her the all clear. Roman had a part as well, and a bigger one than him, helping both to locate Fria and make it so that the cameras didn't catch Cinder entering.

He doubted Roman would want her thanks. Or anything to do with her.

"If you want to thank me, kid, do it by keeping that crazy bitch off my back!"

"What now?" he asked her. "You have your power. Isn't that all you wanted from Salem?"

"It is." Cinder considered that for a second, chuckling. "My deal was to serve her aims if she granted me power, and while she did that, the cost might have seen me serving her my whole life. You've made no such demands. Although…"

"Although…?"

"Like Ironwood, I don't have much of a choice. I can leave and I doubt you would try and stop me – but if I did so, I'd be placing a target on my back. Salem would kill me."

He shrugged. It definitely wasn't intentional on his part, but then nothing with Cinder was. "True."

"I'll stay," she decided. "Unlike Ironwood, I'll at least make that my decision and not something forced upon me. I will stay, defeat Salem and take my place in the world at your side – if you shall have me."

The body said no.

The mind said no as well, as did the heart, spine and liver.

"You're always welcome here, Cinder." Necessity was not so kind. Better the Cinder they knew than the Cinder in the shadows. Just for good measure, he added. "And it's good to see you exceed my expectations. I had such high hopes for you, and you've risen even above those."

"Hmmm." Her purr was nothing short of blissful. "I have a tendency to do that."

Jaune's scroll buzzed. He drew it out and saw Glynda's name. Answering, he motioned for Cinder to stay quiet. "Glynda. Is there a problem?"

"Not at all. Sorry, not for me. James is looking for you."

He tensed. "Tell him I've died."

"Jaune…"

"No wait, tell him I'm chasing Cinder down. Or that I'm clearing out some Grimm I found hidden in the suburbs. Yeah, that one will do. I'll smear dirt on myself and tear my clothes a bit to sell it."

He heard Glynda sigh. "He's standing next to me."

"…" Jaune stared off into the distance.

"Ahem," Ironwood coughed. "Arc…"

Time for plan B.

"James! Old buddy old pal! How you doing!?"

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Oscar found it hard to hold back his giggles when the ancient man in his head was cackling so loudly. He was sat with Team RWBY and RVNN in their room watching the TV, him on the floor next to Nora with her devouring almost all the popcorn, what little he couldn't get his hands on. His arm was in a sling which didn't help. Ozpin had misjudged the force his body could handle in the fight and he's fractured his wrist.

It wasn't a deep injury and Oscar didn't blame Ozpin for it. If he hadn't, a student from another team would have fallen. Whether or not it was himself in control, Oscar could still feel good about having been a part of saving that person's life.

"Hahahahaha!" Ozpin wheezed. "Look at James' face!"

It was hard not to. James Ironwood was on the TV with the most plastic expression he'd ever seen. To be fair, Jaune was no better. The two were side by side on a large stage erected in downtown Atlas, cameras from all manner of news stations trained on them. Both wore huge smiles. The kind that stretched their cheeks over wide and looked about as real as Oscar's chances with Yang.

"And I would like to personally thanks Headmaster Arc," James said, voice so saccharine they could have choked on it. "His and his student's bravery helped our own soldiers in their time of need. Never will Atlas forget the strong bonds forged between our two Kingdoms."

"It wouldn't have been possible without the brave men and women of Atlas," Jaune countered.

"You're too humble!" Ironwood boomed, slapping a hand on Jaune's shoulder, and then slapping it again. Even through the TV, Oscar could tell Ironwood was using more force than necessary from how Jaune rocked forward with each blow. "Beacon has ever been a friend of Atlas and vice versa."

"Ha ha ha!" Jaune laughed.

"Ha ha ha!" Ironwood echoed.

"Oh my God," Yang howled. "It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion!"

"And I thought I was bad at this kind of thing," Ruby said.

"Question!" a reporter raised a hand. "What of the criminal record Atlas tried to push on Headmaster Arc prior to your co-operation here? If I remember, General Ironwood, you yourself called him a traitor to Vale and responsible for Headmaster Ozpin's fall."

"No, no, No. That was a… a…"

"A misunderstanding," Jaune said.

"Yes." Ironwood leapt on it. "It was also a trap for our enemies, evidenced by the recent capture of both Cinder Fall and Arthur Watts, not to mention the fall of Adam Taurus and the White Fang – which, by the way, was aided by Ghira Belladonna of Menagerie."

"Looks like Ironwood is pushing for the faunus to be recognised," Weiss said. "That's good. Without the SDC pressuring the council to keep faunus labour laws lax, there might be some real progress around here."

"Please don't mention my pregnancy. Please don't mention my pregnancy," Blake begged the reporter.

"Yes," Jaune agreed. "Thanks to Menagerie and General Ironwood for that. It really was more of a team effort than me doing anything."

"Nonsense. Jaune Arc is a welcomed ally and friend of Atlas. In fact," General Ironwood reached behind himself and drew out a cartoonishly large key. Oscar stifled a laugh at the panicked look on Headmaster Jaune's face. "It's with the almost unanimous decision of Atlas' council that I am to present you the key to the city!"

Almost unanimous. Oscar wondered how many people would pick up on that or assume Ironwood was the strong – possibly screaming – no during that meeting. Ozpin's laughter intensified, and Oscar had the strange image of Ozpin rolling around the inside of his skull.

"T-Thank you," Jaune said, taking it gingerly. "It's an honour…?"

"Question!" another reporter chimed. "Is it true that Jaune Arc and Willow Schnee, former wife to Jacques Schnee, will be living together in Vale?"

Jaune's eyes bulged. "That's not-"

"It's true!" Ironwood stated, stealing the microphone away. "Absolutely true."

"He's technically not lying!" Qrow pointed out as Jaune panicked on stage. "She's living in Beacon and so is Jaune, so it technically fits. Still, I didn't expect Jimmy to be such a troll. I guess he's taking his revenge where he can get it."

"He's not dating my mother!" Weiss howled.

"Yet," Nora teased.

"Or me!" Blake insisted.

"Oh for." Yang slammed a hand down. "Am I the only one on my team who doesn't get to call him boyfriend or daddy?"

"Yang. Ewww…"

Oscar hid a smile and wondered what Neo was thinking. She was watching calmly from the back, one foot up on the table and the other swinging under. Unconcerned with the displays and claims, she watched the TV with a coy and vicious little smile. He somehow doubted she'd be quite so willing to let go, or generous enough to share.

His money was on Neo. After training with her, he couldn't see anyone having a chance of getting one past her. It should have been annoying to see a guy have so many girls after him, but Oscar just felt sorry for him instead. It helped he'd confided in the man, and Jaune had confided in him too!

"You know more about the true Jaune than many do," Ozpin said. "Such trust should always be respected."

It wasn't him Jaune trusted through, was it? it was Ozpin.

"Do you think so? Keep in mind he never told me any of this while I was alive." The comment drew a slight widening of his eyes. "What use is there seeking sympathy from an immortal like me? I can barely empathise with anything these days. You, however, a young man put into a position beyond your apparent ability? Well, I can see why Jaune would see himself in you."

Put like that, so could Oscar. It brought a smile. Was he really like Jaune? Maybe, maybe not. He knew Jaune would tell him to not want to be like him, but he couldn't help it. Whatever he said and whatever truth he knew, Jaune was still managing in his position. He was fighting on and succeeding. There were worse people to have as role models.

"Ha ha ha!" Jaune laughed woodenly, shaking Ironwood's hand.

"Our closest ally!" Ironwood said. "And my closest friend. Ha ha ha."

The audience on the TV clapped and cheered.

"There goes any hope of my Ironwood x Jaune fantasies," Yang said sarcastically, pushing mute as the TV went from a live display of the ceremony to an analysis by excited newscasters. "Damn. Where am I going to get my fix now?"

"I dunno. You were awfully insistent on me asking that Clover guy out."

"You're perfect for one another, Uncle Qrow."

"He has a good luck Semblance and I have bad," the oft-drunk-but-currently-sober man said. "That's cute and all, but hardly grounds for a loving relationship. You're born with your Semblance, so that's like saying you should be with someone because of hair or skin colour. Also, you miss the part where I like girls?"

"Eh. You never know unless you try."

Qrow grinned. "Who says I haven't?"

"Bwah!?"

"I was a student at Beacon as well once, you know. Plenty of times playing truth and dare with Summer and Raven, and who do you think I got stuck kissing when the bottle went wrong?"

Qrow's victory was absolute. Yang and Ruby retched and clawed at the floor like they were dying from poison, hacking, and covering their ears crying about blain breach. Qrow chuckled and pulled out his hip flask, toasting their writhing bodies as he took a swig.

"It wouldn't surprise me if they did," Ozpin whispered in his head. "Team STRQ were constant headaches and I wasn't even headmaster then. I once caught Taiyang and Qrow having a naked foot race around the training fields at midnight because someone convinced them Glynda would kiss the winner. Glynda was a student back then," he added for Oscar's peace of mind.

"Did she?" he whispered.

"Ha. No. I didn't even give them detention. I didn't know how to explain to the other teachers I'd caught them streaking. In the end, I decided the embarrassment of being seen by so many students was punishment enough and left them to it. Qrow wasn't raised in a very common sense environment so social mores were often beyond his understanding."

"What was Taiyang's excuse?"

"Over the moon in love with Qrow's sister, and desperate for any chance to show off to her, no matter how humiliating. Much to Miss Rose's constant frustration. A convoluted mess of romance, that team, but I suppose it all worked out in the end somehow."

Ozpin was surprisingly chatty today. Probably in a good mood. They'd won by every metric. Atlas was standing, the Relic was secure – because if it wasn't, the floating academy would not be floating – and they'd be headed back to Beacon soon. Salem was defeated and as far as he could tell, no students had perished.

Complete victory.

"We should celebrate," Ozpin said.

"What did you have in mind…?"

"Coffee."

Of course…

"Wait a sec." Pyrrha stood up. "Yang, put the volume back on. They look panicked."

All eyes turned back to the screen, where one of the reporters had their hand to their ear, obviously listening to a device or feed. He paled and then straightened, all mirth leaving him. Yang hit the volume button a second before he started talking.

"Breaking news just in. While Atlas and Vale celebrates their victory over adversity, we must deliver unfortunate news that not all have been so fortunate. Shade Academy, based within the Kingdom of Vacuo, has sadly come under attack by enemy forces. It is with great regret that I must announce that Shade has fallen. I repeat, Shade Academy has fallen to the Grimm."

Ozpin had gone silent.

We're not running straight to Vacuo. Shade has fallen, so the team will be going back to Beacon to relax and see things through. I know some people were worried Ironwood would be left a wreck and horribly misjudged for his actions with Jaune stealing all the glory. I never wanted that and always intended James to suffer a worse fate – to have to be nice to Jaune. Truly, there is no harsher torture.

At the end of the day though, Ironwood saved his people and acted quickly, which is something I'd love a lot of our political leaders to do more of today, especially during this crisis. Our Government is basically being a joke, and likely determined to claim they were heroically fighting the virus once this is all over.

With they could take a leaf from Germany's book and just knuckle down, do the testing and limit the spread, and spend less time grandstanding, trying to win votes and focusing on their political careers more than the safety of the nation.

Sorry. Ranted a bit there.

Next Chapter: 30th April

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