You want to see how things are for Sansa at Casterly Rock? Well, this is a chapter for you.
SANSA X
Pavement, paths, flagstones, grass, ponds, flowers, hedgerows, statues, trees. Sansa wandered in the maze, lost in an ocean of marvels made by both nature and men. Margaery showed her this place not long after she arrived.
There was a spot where no one ever came in this garden. Sansa visited it every day, trying to avoid the gazes thrown at her by the ladies of House Lannister and House Tyrell and their allies. Not all of them despised her. In fact, Sansa believed that, had they met under different circumstances, if there had been no war between their families, they would surely have become friends, especially those among the ladies-in-waiting of Margaery. They were the kindest with her. The Lannisters had a propension to be more hostile, though they were as many to avoid her than those who behaved decently, and even a few who tried to know her better. There was even this small girl, Joy, who looked at her with big eyes when they met, then spent hours asking her all kinds of questions. Sansa only learned later that she was a bastard, the natural daughter of Lord Tyrion's favourite uncle. Strangely enough, it didn't bother Sansa very much. Titles and origins didn't matter to her like they used to.
Taking the paths where the fewer people walked, she arrived to this corner where she found Sera Durwell and Mira Forrester. As soon as they saw her, the two handmaidens stood up to welcome her.
"Lady Sansa," they echoed.
"Lady Sera. Lady Mira. I hope I'm not interrupting you."
"No, my lady. You're not," Mira assured her.
Sansa had come to forgive her for the role she played in her kidnapping. She had admitted that it was certainly a blessing that the Lannisters brought her out of King's Landing. Had she remained in the city, she would have become Stannis' prisoner. Now that her brother was at war and lost a battle against him, she was afraid of what Robert's brother might have done to her. They said he burned godswoods and septs all alike. Her fate in the hands of such a man might have been worse than with Joffrey. At least, she knew Lord Tyrion and Lady Margaery. Even if she was a hostage, they treated her well. She wasn't beaten, and she didn't have to fear for her life day and night. To the opposite of King's Landing, Casterly Rock felt like a place of freedom for her. Mira may have saved her life.
Still, Sansa trusted her and Mira used this trust. She wouldn't be able to trust her again like she did before. If she only told her about their escape plan…
There was something odd with Mira today though. She maintained the behavior of a lady, the civility and grace that was required from a handmaiden of the Lady of Casterly Rock, but there was something different about her. First, there was her face. Mira had a very pale face, just like Sansa and almost everyone from the North, but she couldn't shake the feeling she was paler than usual, and this was only one of many small details. She had the beginning of dark circles around her eyes, a taint of red in them. And there was the way she looked at Sansa. The stoic calm complemented by a benevolent gaze was replaced by something else. There was a void that was difficult to discern. And there had also been the way she stood when Sansa approached. Mira's movements were always very fluid, those of a true lady. This time they were stiff, as if she just repeated something she did a thousand times and wanted to be done with it. Even her voice was a little different. For a moment, Sansa thought she perceived… melancholy.
"Lady Lannister told me no one ever came here," Sansa said to resume the conversation.
"It is true, my lady, we don't often come here," Sera replied. "Most of the time Lady Margaery prefers to keep this place for her personal use. We respect her wishes, but I thought we could make an exception this time."
"If you wish, Lady Sansa, we can go…" Mira started to say, only to be cut by her friend.
"No, Mira. That's enough. Stop thinking only about the others."
"It's not a problem, Sera. Please excuse me, Lady Sansa. We'll leave you alone right away."
Sansa stared, quizzical, as the northern handmaiden left the corner and disappeared among the bushes. This wasn't Mira's usual behavior either. She would offer to leave if it was Sansa's wishes, not go like this, as if she was fleeing. She turned toward Lady Sera.
"What's going on with her?"
She met a face that had turned to stone. Sera Durwell never looked at her like this. "You know there was a battle at King's Landing?"
"Yes, everyone is talking about it."
"Guess who just died because of your brother's war." Sansa didn't see what she meant. "You haven't forgotten Mira's father and brother are fighting with Robb Stark, I hope."
Sansa's eyes widened in surprise. "Who?"
"Rodrik Forrester. Burned at the stake by Stannis because he refused to betray your brother and to acknowledge Stannis as his king."
Sansa said nothing. She was horrified. She wasn't aware of that. Mira must have learned it very recently, maybe this very morning.
"I hope you're happy," the handmaiden added, scornful.
"What do you mean? Why would I be happy?"
"I don't know. Maybe because you're angry with Mira after she got you out of King's Landing alive."
"I'm not angry with her."
"Come on, everyone knows about it. You're not very good at hiding what you feel, Lady Sansa."
Sera walked away, getting past Sansa. She didn't follow her with her eyes, but she heard her say something else from behind her back.
"It's because of your family that her brother died. I hope you realize that."
Sansa turned to look at her. "I never wanted him to die."
"Well, your brother started this war."
"My father was killed."
"After he tried to overthrow Joffrey."
"Joffrey promised he would spare him but he didn't."
"Maybe he shouldn't have tried to overthrow him in the first place."
"My father was a good man."
"Too bad your brother is not. Mira's brother just died for him, and he was a good man."
She left Sansa there, with nothing else to say. Sansa didn't sit. It was so unfair that she was accused to be responsible of Rodrik Forrester's death. It was like when Joffrey had Lancel Lannister beat her. She recalled how Mira spoke fondly of her elder brother back in the capital. She should try to find her later and offer her condolences.
Sansa thought about the people who were left to die in King's Landing. The Hound had perished, for sure. He didn't deserve to die serving Joffrey, though it made Sansa worship him in some way. He protected his king until the end. There were times she missed him. He was a knight, and he wasn't at the same time. Sansa could imagine him, fighting against a thousand men, standing on his two feet to fight until the end came, whether it be the strike of a coward in his back or in a fateful duel with one of Stannis' best warriors. He was angry, rough, hateful, and yet there was also some good in him. She prayed for him after she heard about the battle. Maybe he survived and wandered somewhere through the Seven Kingdoms, like Ser Duncan the Tall.
"Sansa."
The call of her name took her mind away from the world of fantasy and dreams and brought her back to the real world. At least, it wasn't an unpleasant voice who did it. Sansa looked at her and this time she remembered what not to do.
"Margaery."
She called her the right way and without curtsying, like she always used to remind her. The Lady of Casterly Rock most likely noticed for her smile widened.
"I'm glad I found you, Sansa. I wanted to see you before I left."
Sansa was taken by surprise. "My lady?"
Margaery scowled right away. Sansa already forgot not to call her this way. "I'm leaving in a few hours for Riverrun."
Sansa's surprise increased. "Riverrun?"
"Yes. Please, sit. I need to talk with you, and I don't have much time." Sansa did as she was told. "I'm going to see your brother. I want to negotiate a peace with him, to put an end to this war."
Sansa was surprised. "Didn't you already try?"
"Yes, but this time I will speak with him myself. We're leaving for Riverrun in a few hours."
"You're really leaving?"
An old feeling of fear and distress filled her within an instant. Margaery was one of the very few people she trusted here, almost like an older sister who taught her how to survive, even though their families were at war. She was always kind with Sansa. Cersei had been kind with her as well, but there was something Margaery had that Cersei never showed: sincerity. Margaery didn't hide things to Sansa, or at least she didn't hide as much as Cersei did, and she didn't do it for cruel reasons. She was always honest with Sansa. She even warned her about Joffrey back at Winterfell. There had been so many times Sansa wished she listened to her at the time.
The prospect to be left alone at Casterly Rock frightened her. And if Mira was gone as well… Who could she ever turn to? Who could she confide in?
"You'll be safe here, I promise," Margaery tried to reassure her. "Joffrey is dead, remember."
It was as if a great weigh was removed from her body. It was true. The people who frightened her, who hurt her… were all gone. Even if Lord Tyrion was Lord of Casterly Rock and the one with the power here, he wouldn't need to step in to protect her from Joffrey's cruelty. He was dead.
"Yes, he's dead." Saying it made it seem more real to her.
"I want this war to end, Sansa. I don't want to fight your family. Do you believe me?"
"Yes." She did.
"I think I might succeed to persuade your brother to stop the fighting, but I need your help."
"Me?"
"Yes, I'm asking for your help, Sansa."
She looked sincere, like always. "How?"
"Do you think you could try to convince Robb to make peace with us?"
Memories of months ago came back to her mind. Cersei had asked her something similar and Sansa, like an idiot, had done everything the woman she considered like a queen and a model to follow.
"Maybe… if you brought me with you, I could talk to him, try to convince him."
She could see Robb again, and her mother, and Arya, and even Jon. Weren't they almost all at Riverrun, where Lady Margaery said she was heading? And if she was to negotiate with Robb, then no matter where her brother was she would see him as well. Her body almost shook in expectation.
"I wish I could, but Tyrion will never let me do it. I don't enjoy saying this, Sansa, but you're too valuable as a hostage. Your brother holds several Lannisters as hostages, including my husband's uncle Ser Kevan Lannister, and two of his sons Martyn and Willem. He will only let you leave if he can get them back."
Her hopes faded as quickly as they appeared. Margaery resumed. "Furthermore, it is possible that Stannis will be close when I meet your brother. If things go wrong, you could end up between his hands."
She stood up and looked Sansa straight in the eyes. "I won't make things appear better than they are, Sansa. Robb lost at King's Landing. Half his army was killed or made prisoner. Even Mira lost her brother there." The Lady of Casterly Rock looked extremely sad when she mentioned her handmaiden's loss. "If Stannis defeats him again, he won't show any mercy. Robb declared himself King in the North and Stannis doesn't tolerate usurpers. I saw him murder his brother with my own eyes. He won't show any more mercy to Jon either, and as for your mother and sister… I don't know anymore. Even they might not be allowed to live if Stannis wins. We can help your brother, and you could see your family again, but not if we continue to fight. I'm asking you a favor as a curtsy. I'm asking you because we need it. I would be more likely to talk Robb into it if you wrote to him."
Sansa thought about all this for a long time. When she gave her answer, it was with great regret. "I'm sorry, I can't. I wrote a letter to Robb before, under Cersei's request. I'm not sure he will believe me."
Margaery nodded. "I understand. I don't blame you." She sat back at
Sansa's side. "There's another favor I need to ask you. Mira is coming with me to Riverrun. And she just lost her brother. Rodrik Forrester died of Stannis's hand at King's Landing. She will never ask it, Sansa, but she needs your forgiveness. Please."
"I don't hold her responsible anymore for what happened when we escaped, Margaery."
"I know, but she needs to hear it from you. You are the only Northerner here aside from her, Sansa. She needs you."
"Yes. I'll do as you wish."
"It's not an order, Sansa. It's a request."
"I'll do it."
"Thank you, Sansa. I must go now. I would suggest you talk to Mira quickly. We're leaving very soon."
The Lady of Casterly Rock left. Sansa departed as well soon after. She went to her room to do something very quickly, then headed for the godswood where she knew Mira would be.
Her friend was kneeling in among the twisted branches, her face directed toward the floor. She wore black, just like everyone did. Even Sansa wore it. She had no desire to show mourning for Joffrey or Cersei or even Ser Jaime, but she was willing to mourn Ser Loras. In fact, she was truly saddened by his death. She may have married him one day. How life would have been beautiful at Highgarden. She and Margaery would truly have been sisters then. She wasn't bothered much by the black. What bothered her was that most of the people here wore it to mourn people she despised, the murderers of her father.
Looking at Mira praying, she thought that wearing it for her brother Rodrik was worth it. They spoke lengthily about their respective families over the last months. Rodrik made her think of Robb the way Mira talked about him.
Slowly, Sansa approached and knelt next to Mira. She may be about to leave, but Sansa didn't want to interrupt her prayer. And if she was praying, it was that she must have had time to pray. She didn't want to upset Mira. She knew what it was to lose a brother, twice, and she saw before with Margaery how others coped with such a loss. And she needed Mira.
She thought about her two brothers who were still fighting. About her lady mother and Arya, still at Riverrun. They could be in danger, if Margaery was to be trusted. She prayed to the Old Gods to protect her family. Strangely enough, Sansa realized at this moment that she was not in danger. Who would hurt her here? She tried to imagine someone at Casterly Rock doing it, and she couldn't. Oddly enough, for the first time, she truly felt she was lucky to be there.
She thought about Jeyne, who remained at Winterfell. They said the whole castle was destroyed, the people living there all slaughtered. What had befallen her friend? What happened to all the people she knew? Ser Rodrik Cassel? Old Nan? Hodor?
"Thank you for being here."
Mira had broken the silence Sansa joined, severing the spiritual connection she established with the Old Gods. The other northern girl still kept her eyes closed though.
"I didn't know about your brother. I'm sorry."
"I wonder where he is now. If there's anything beyond death."
"I'm sure he's fine now, no matter where he is," Sansa tried to reassure her.
"I just wish this war was over. Without it, he would still be alive, and many people as well." Nothing was said for a moment. "I don't know what Sera told you, but I'm sorry.
"I'm fine." She endured much worse. "What are you going to do now?"
Mira opened her eyes, but she kept them on the face of the weirwood tree. "I'll try to end this war before someone else loses people he loves."
Even if Mira wasn't facing her, Sansa could tell she was determined. That wasn't how her lady mother would have told Sansa to behave. A lady was supposed to be there to support her husband, to raise her children, help them the best she could. Still, her duty was to remain under the authority of her closest male relative. For Sansa, it was Robb now that her father was gone. It would have been Joffrey, had they ever married. She was glad it would never happen. For Margaery, it was her husband, Tyrion Lannister. For Mira, it should have been her father, but that wasn't what she was doing. She supported Lady Margaery in most circumstances, though her actions also showed loyalty to the North and her family. Who did she serve? It was as if she was on everyone's and no one's side at the same time. As if she was… following her own interests. No, not her interests. Mira wasn't looking for personal gain. Sansa tried to imagine it, but it just didn't work. Why was she doing all this? Who was she working for?
The other northern girl stood up. "I have to go."
"Mira, wait. I have a service to ask you." Sansa took something she hid in the folds of her gown. "Can you give this to Robb? And please, don't tell Lady Margaery."
Her friend hesitated. "I don't know, Sansa. Lady Margaery and Lord Tyrion forgave me for bringing Arya to your brother, but I don't think they will be so forgiving if I do something else behind their backs."
"I beg you, Mira. I need this to reach Robb. It cannot come from Lady Margaery."
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
"If Lady Margaery gives him a letter from me, he won't believe it true. It will look more sincere if you give it to him yourself."
Mira Forrester stood there, motionless, thinking about what Sansa just told her.
"I beg you, Mira. We want the same thing."
Mira looked to Sansa with an interested and pondering gaze all of a sudden. Her eyes shifted from the letter Sansa was handing to her face.
"Why hide it from Lady Margaery?" she asked.
"I don't want her to know. Robb will more likely believe she had no influence on what I wrote if she's not even aware that I sent it. You must know that. You hid things as well in the past for my own good."
She was talking about the kidnapping in the godswood of King's Landing. Mira thought about it for another long moment, then slowly she seized Sansa's letter and hid it in the folds of her own dress.
"If it doesn't go well… I wish you good luck, Sansa. I hope we'll see each other again."
She was deadly serious. As Mira walked away and Sansa remained behind in the Stone Garden, she thought that maybe she placed Mira in a very dangerous situation. And so did Sansa place herself in a similar predicament if the plot was discovered. Maybe she should just have given the message to Lady Margaery, or warn her that she wanted Robb to believe the Lannisters didn't influence her into writing this. At the same time, what she wrote was personal. She didn't want someone else peering into it. Mira wouldn't do it, wouldn't she? Sansa fell on her knees and resumed her prayers.
Robb. Arya. Jon. Her lady mother. Her uncle, Lord Edmure. Her grand-uncle ser Brynden, the Blackfish. Margaery. Mira. All people alive she cared about, mixed with the people who were dead in her thoughts. Her lord father. Bran. Rickon. Jeyne. Ser Rodrik Cassel. Ser Loras. Rodrik Forrester, Mira's brother, even though she never met him. A series of words for them. First, she said them in the Stone Garden, but the place felt awkward. This was no ordinary godswood. She went to the sept where she continued her prayers. She lit candles to all the Seven, even the Stranger. She spent hours there, her eyes sometimes closed, open to stare at the altars at other times.
She was in the process to pray for a thousandth time for her deceased father when she felt a hand on her shoulder. The contact almost made her jump. She turned her head right away to look at the intruder. She was a woman, richly dressed and about the age of her own mother. Her gown was like those the Lannister ladies all wore, but she lacked the golden hair of the family.
"Please excuse me to bother you, child. Are you the lady Sansa?"
"Yes."
"My sister-in-law, Genna, is asking for you to dine with her. She would appreciate very much if you joined her right away."
The voice of the woman was trembling. Sansa realized all of a sudden that her eyes were red. She stood up.
"Pardon me, my lady, but I haven't had the pleasure to meet you before."
It was a kind way of saying she didn't know her name, but she didn't get an answer to her question.
"Yes, I know. Forgive me if I wasn't there when you arrived but… I lost one of my children recently…"
A wail escaped her throat. Sansa felt horrible. "Excuse me. I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you, my child." A single tear fell down her right cheek. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like us to head right now. Genna is waiting for you."
"Of course."
The whole journey to Lady Genna's rooms was uneventful and silent, except from the barely perceptible sobs and cries that came from the woman escorting Sansa. She did her best to hide them, but she didn't succeed. All she managed to do was to keep the sounds to the lower level possible.
They were followed by two guards. They followed Sansa from time to time, probably to make sure she wouldn't try to escape. She was surprised they didn't remain close all the time. Were they just hiding, testing her to see if she would attempt any escape? If so, they would be deceived. Sansa had no intention to leave. Anyway, she couldn't.
They arrived to the apartments of Lady Genna Lannister in no time. Sansa only met her briefly at her arrival to the castle. They never exchanged words before. What did she want from her? The moment they walked in, the fat woman greeted her.
"Welcome, Lady Sansa. I hope my late invitation didn't cause you any trouble."
"No, my lady," Sansa lied.
"Genna." It was now the woman who accompanied Sansa who spoke. "I'm sorry, but I cannot do it. I…"
"It's fine, Dorna. You may go. Take some rest."
She left without any other word. Her name was Dorna. Sansa had the impression to have heard it before. Maybe she heard one of the handmaidens or another Lannister lady say it.
"Poor woman," Lady Genna. "She's barricading herself into her rooms since the news of Lancel's death. It is a chance she has Janei to take care of, or else I don't know what she would do."
Dorna. Lancel Lannister's death. Sansa froze as she realized who brought her here. Her eldest son beat her back in King's Landing and he died when Stannis took the city. Her husband was a prisoner of Robb, and so were two of her children.
"You didn't know Dorna was Kevan's wife?" Genna asked her, obviously understanding what was going on in Sansa's mind.
"Well…" Sansa stammered. "I knew he had a wife, he told me, but…"
"She didn't tell you who she was. No wonder. Dorna has nothing against you, she is too good to resent you for your family's doings, but that doesn't make it easier for her to escort the sister of the man who imprisoned her husband and half their children."
Sansa said nothing for a while. In the meantime, Genna observed her. Was she waiting for a reaction? For the next words Sansa would tell? In the end, she could only hide behind courtesies.
"I will pray for their safe return."
Genna Lannister scoffed. "As if the gods listened to us. My brother believed in gods, but he didn't like them. Especially after they took his wife and gave him a monster, according to his own choice of words. I suppose this is ironic that my nephew wanted to become High Septon for a time. Well, excuse me for all this. Are you hungry?"
The truth was Sansa didn't want to eat at all, but she obliged all the same. The food of Casterly Rock wasn't as refined as it was in King's Landing, but still much more than at Winterfell. Lord Tyrion's aunt first asked her about the North. She said she wanted to know more about her home. At the beginning, Sansa only gave short answers, but as Lady Genna insisted, she gave more details, and she ended up telling her about Winterfell and different visits she made through her father's lands.
"What about the Riverlands? You must have visited them. What do you think of them?"
"I don't know much. I never left the North before my father became Hand of the King."
She fought the sadness that crept as the memories of her lord father resurfaced. What little she saw about the Riverlands was when she journeyed on the Kingsroad to the capital, and she was too busy spending time with Cersei and Myrcella to notice anything.
"You travelled less than your mother Catelyn then."
Her mother's name caught her attention. "Did you know her?"
"Know her? It depends of what you mean by knowing someone. If you're wondering if we were ever friends, then no. We only met once. It was long before she married your father, even before she was engaged. She was only a little girl back then. She might have been only ten. You somehow remind me of her. I can't say she made quite an impression while she stayed at the Rock."
Sansa dropped her fork. "My mother… she spent some time here?"
"Only a few days. Her father was quite dynamic. He spent his time wandering through his lands, visiting his bannermen, but he also visited fellow Lord Paramounts from time to time. Once Tywin invited him to Casterly Rock. My brother back then was hoping to strike an alliance with House Tully. He hoped to arrange a marriage between Jaime and your mother or her sister. Useless to tell you he failed. Though your mother spent a lot of time with Joanna."
"Joanna?"
Lady Genna looked offended. "The former Lady of Casterly Rock, my brother Tywin's wife, and the mother of my nephew Tyrion." Of course. How could Sansa have forgotten it? "I remember seeing them talking all through the feast one evening. Your mother seemed like she didn't want to miss or forget one word from my sister-in-law. She was captivated by what she was saying. Your mother probably didn't know back then, but Joanna was already pregnant with Tyrion at the time. Catelyn Tully was lucky she came to the Westerlands at this time. A few months later and Joanna would have been dead. Ironic again, isn't it? Your mother and Tyrion met without any of them being aware of it. There's a lot of irony in my house."
Sansa listened carefully. Her mother never told her she had come to Casterly Rock. No one here ever told her either. Maybe she slept in the room where her mother used to. Maybe she wandered through corridors where Catelyn Tully left her footprints, steps she took long ago still echoing in the empty caverns of the castle. And she spent time with Joanna Lannister.
"How was she? The Lady Joanna?"
Genna interrupted her monologue to answer the question. Her behavior turned sourer.
"She was… very beautiful. You've met my niece Cersei before she died. Well, Joanna was much like her." The thought of her mother getting along with another Cersei Lannister sent shivers along her spine. "Physically, that is. Because psychologically, Cersei sadly never was her mother. Joanna was dutiful, patient, kind, devoted to her family, always ready to help those she loved… She was strong too, and brave. I regret to say this, but although Cersei wanted the others to believe it, she was never strong, nor brave. I took care of her the best I could after my sister-in-law died. I took care of all of them. Not only Cersei, but also Jaime and Tyrion, even though I could never replace their mother. Cersei was the one who had the hardest time to deal with her mother's death. She never was the same afterwards, and she never became the lady Joanna was. Maybe the only trait they have in common was that they were ready to do everything to protect their children. Joanna sacrificed herself so that Tyrion could live, and Tyrion suffered from this."
She stopped to talk, as if she was lost in her thoughts. Sansa didn't dare to break the silence.
"Who knows, maybe if she had lived…"
She never finished her sentence. Her eyes settled on Sansa, as if she remembered all of a sudden that someone was with her. She recomposed herself, getting back to her former behavior.
"Sorry to bother you with stories from an old woman. Only this is difficult not to get nostalgic with all these people who died recently."
Sansa found herself agreeing with the woman sitting in front of her as they began the main course, chicken with a spicy sauce and various vegetables, accompanied with wine from Fair Isle.
"How long do you think Lady Margaery will be away?" Sansa asked as she neared half her plate.
"Some time. Maybe another few months. She's not the kind of woman to remain behind the walls of a castle. She probably travelled more during the last five years than me in my whole life. I envy her in some way. My own husband would never trust me like Tyrion is trusting her, though if I ever was to ask him to let me go, I doubt he would be able to stop me. Emmon is a Frey, and Freys are not good at taking action, or decisions for that matter. His family still has done nothing in this war, except fight the few scouting parties that happened to travel on their lands. Aside from that, the late Lord Walter Frey stays hidden in his castle, waiting to see who will win, and then to declare himself for the victor."
She took another sip of wine. She drank a lot since supper began.
"But I'm rambling. I hope Margaery won't stay away for long. She is one of the few women I can get along with at Casterly Rock. Do you know why?"
"Lady Margaery is a very kind person, Lady Genna," Sansa replied carefully. The other woman laughed highly.
"Kind, yes, she is. But she also happens to be one of the few women here who have more balls than men."
Sansa spent the rest of the evening listening to Genna Lannister, feelings of awkwardness, sympathy, agreement, and uncertainty as to whether the words of Lord Tyrion's aunt were sincere or meant to be ironic, coexisting and succeeding each other as the evening went on, until she could withdraw for the night.
I hope you liked this scene with Genna. I wanted to make it ironically sad and hilarious in the style of House Lannister.
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