Gundrik stared out over Liurnia from the broken pathway to the grand library. As opposed to the view he gained from the lake itself, watching Liurnia from a higher vantage revealed the sides of the lakes: jagged rocks stabbed the sky like the teeth of a giant monster, as if the lake were the gullet of a dragon. He saw the crumbling road towards Leyndell nearby, with all the ruins therein. It was another reminder of the Shattering, the consequences of the wanton destruction of the wars that followed. It was like looking at a murder victim.
Liurnia and Raya Lucaria had been beautiful, once. With the new Order, hopefully it would be again, but it would be an academy that didn't take pleasure in the suffering of others. While many of the Albinaurics could not be saved, he would ensure that a tragedy such as that would never happen again.
Of course, a long time ago, he would have thought differently. One didn't become a Knight of the Dragon Cult without showing piousness to both the dragons and to the Erdtree. Once, he didn't think they could do any wrong. And then he was banished alongside his brother and sister Tarnished, and sent across the sea.
It would be better, he told himself. You are not being manipulated, he would also say inside his head. You are the one who is doing the manipulating. Not Radagon, not Marika.
Watching Radagon move up the broken walkway, he wondered just how true that was. The former Elden Lord had not said a word since they had walked into the courtyard, and further along onto the walkway. Going across the connecting arches had Gundrik think of the last time he had been to Raya Lucaria. High as he was after the defeat of Godrick the Grafted, Raya Lucaria proved to be a manageable challenge, until he had been crushed by a giant boulder. That had put a damper on his day, back then.
Walking slowly behind Radagon, Gundrik looked around the last area before the lift that would take them toward the grand library and to Rennala. No doubt it had once been a garden of some sort, though it was largely overgrown. Four statues face toward the main path forward, and Gundrik could imagine them suddenly coming to life and attacking – not that he expected such things to overpower them, Radagon, though Elden Lord no longer, was one half a god, and Gundrik had killed a god, and so he was not worried. It did not make him feel better, however, nor did seeing the remains of the last obstacle to Rennala.
The Carian Knight he had killed on his way toward the Queen of the Full Moon still laid there, his armor broken and rusted, the lustrous blue fabric having become tattered and faded. Dried blood pooled beneath the poor fool, and Gundrik felt his heart thumping in his throat. He didn't even know the knight's name. He made a mental note to bury his remains some other time.
Moving forward still, Radagon and Gundrik came upon the lift that would take them to the entrance to the library. The square, carved stone platform with a pressure plate in the center stood before them.
Attempting to make some amount of small talk, Gundrik said, "You know, I never understood how these things worked."
Radagon was as silent as the statues they had passed by outside.
"I mean," Gundrik continued, walking forward before tapping his foot against the edge of the platform. "I saw no gears, no mechanisms with which these things could work. Are they powered by the stars? Is each one its own Elden Ring?"
"The intricacies of these contraptions are likely beyond one such as you," Radagon rumbled, stepping forward. "Each is as unique as the last, powered by an augur somewhere within this academy. Beyond that, I dare not say."
"If you wished to call me stupid, you ought to have just come out and say it," Gundrik grumbled, moving forward and standing next to Radagon.
"Soon, I may run out of ways to say it. Would you deprive me of this one pleasure I have?" Radagon asked, turning to Gundrik with a raised brow.
"All things end, Radagon," Gundrik stated, crossing his arms as he pressed his foot against the pressure plate. "Just depends on how it ends."
"I believe those might be the wisest words I have heard you say," Radagon murmured, looking up at the gathering light above them as the platform slowly moved upward, until it came to a stop.
There they stood, the former Elden Lord and the Last Elden Lord, at the threshold of consequence. The doors into the grand library were still ajar, showing that no living soul had been there since Gundrik had broken in. The inside was dark, and yet Gundrik could see a faint shimmer within; the glow of Rennala's amber egg. The woman herself was just beyond.
"Well," Gundrik said, "here we are. Are you ready?"
"How does one go about preparing to face their greatest failure?" Radagon asked, staring straight ahead. "It was all for nothing. My abandonment of her, the death of our family – all so that the Golden Order could continue, so that an Empyrean would be there to take our torch and carry on without us. I told myself I was doing the right thing. But it was all for naught."
"The Golden Order is gone," Gundrik concurred, nodding his head. "And I won't lie to you and say that what you did was the right thing at the time. But it's over now. The Greater Will, the Golden Order, the demigods, they're all gone. Well, most of the demigods, but you get the point. Even if things are never the same again, don't give up hope that they can't be good again. That's why I'm here. It's why I did everything I did. You can make it right."
Radagon closed his eyes. "Again with your blasphemous words. Perhaps there is some truth to them after all. Very well. Stay with me. I do not know how she will react to my presence."
"I'm expecting anything from a heartfelt hug, to a lot of sorcery raining down upon our poor, empty heads," Gundrik mused, peering into the enshrouded library. "Either way- well, actually, one has us leaving with said heads intact, the other means we'll both either be dead or worse. Tell Marika that kiss was very nice."
"I… will relay the message?"
Gundrik clapped. "Good! Now, let's go and get crystalized or something else suitably horrific and painful."
Radagon grunted as passed the door into the library. Immediately, the surroundings seemed a bit brighter, although Gundrik wasn't sure if it was because of some sort of magic preventing one from looking in, or if something in the library was reacting to their presence. As they walked forward, Gundrik half-expected one of the creepy child scholars to come out of the stonework and start chomping at his ankles, though no such thing happened.
The grand library was just as he had left it: messy and disorganized, with books, papers, and scrolls lying haphazardly along the floor in piles that reached even Radagon's height. Globes glowing a faint purple stood atop delicate frameworks, and above them all hung four cribs.
Radahn, Rykard, Ranni. Perhaps Blaidd as well?
Gundrik knew not the significance of such things, and he certainly didn't notice them when he was fighting for his life among the little scholars flopping around like slugs.
"You are on guard. I know you have been here before, but is there a reason for it?" Radagon asked.
Gundrik coughed. "When I came here, there were a load of little crawly things all flopping around the ground, holding candles and throwing books at me. I felt bad."
"Why?"
"Because it felt like seal clubbing," Gundrik replied, brows furrowing beneath his helmet. "The books didn't hurt and whatever flames they could conjure barely caught my cloak on fire. Even in her sorry state, Rennala gave me a harder time. She threw tombstones at me."
Radagon went silent at that.
"So, erm, watch out for tombstones soaring at you at unimaginable speeds if this goes wrong," Gundrik finished.
"I shall keep that in mind."
The further they trudged into the library, the more Gundrik could feel his heart thumping inside his chest. Just a few steps further, and she would be in view. And, as if to prove him right, there she sat, still cradling the amber egg in her lap.
Rennala of the Full Moon, last Queen of Caria, as Ranni so delicately put it when she conjured an incarnation of her mother to fight Gundrik. Her robes were a spotless blue with red trimmings, and her crescent crown sat upon her head. Her pale skin was accentuated by her dark black hair, with dark, unseeing eyes staring into the amber egg she held. She was just as Gundrik had left her. Gundrik knew not how she had survived so long without food and water; being stuck inside the grand library, she likely didn't have many opportunities to go hunting, or scavenge. He chalked it up to whatever the amber egg was, and looked to Radagon.
His face was like a statue as he stopped in front of her. For a second, Gundrik wondered if time had suddenly stood still. It wouldn't have been the craziest thing to ever happen to him. A moment later, however, Radagon walked forward, his footsteps echoing within the grand library. Rennala, for her part, looked almost like a corpse. Were it not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, Gundrik would have thought she died long ago.
"Rennala," Radagon said, his voice unusually tender and gentle. He stood in front of her, his eyes glued to her. "I am returned."
All at once, life returned to her eyes. Gundrik saw them as she turned her head up: a dark blue, like the light of the moon itself. Her expression changed from incredulousness to confusion, before finally settling on a thinly veiled anger, with furrowed brows and a barely contained sneer.
"'Tis a trick of the light, my sweeting," Rennala whispered. "My beloved is gone, gone from this world. Forevermore out of my reach."
Gundrik did not take that as a good sign, and he readied himself, just in case.
Radagon took another step forward. "I am right here, Rennala. I have come to make things right. To settle this, once and for all."
"Thine words art air through the trees," Rennala replied, even with mounting anger, her voice remained as soft as the breeze. "I wilt not be mocked in this manner, apparition. Begone!"
"My words are all I have, and I have come to say what I should have all those years ago," Radagon said. "I am sorry."
"Deceiver!" Rennala suddenly screamed, standing up to her full height. The amber egg fell to the ground, bouncing along before coming to a stop nearby. "Thou shalt stand here no longer! Abandoned and betrayed have I sat here, with none to hold! I wilt not stand thine mockery, thine transgressions! To impersonate my Lord Radagon, even now, is a crime I will see thee hung for, amidst the light of the moon!"
"This isn't going well, Radagon," Gundrik stated, the Bolt of Gransax in one hand and lightning forming in his other. "This was a bad idea!"
Gundrik could see the power gathering within Rennala. He hadn't seen such raw strength since he had fought her incarnation, and that had merely been an illusion, if an incredibly powerful one. Seeing Radagon as an illusion had finally brought her back from her malaise, but at the cost of putting both of their lives in danger.
Then, just as soon as Gundrik saw the powder-keg forming, it had been put out.
Radagon lunged forward, and for a moment Gundrik thought that he was attempting to end the battle before it began. Fortunately, the former Elden Lord had something different in mind.
Wrapping his arms around his ex-wife's neck, her crown promptly fell to the floor, and her black hair spilled out around her face as she was pulled forward. While Radagon was not short by any means, Rennala was taller still, although their three children were titans in comparison – two of them, at least, though Ranni's original body was likely smaller than both. Rennala's face went completely blank for a moment, processing what was happening, no doubt, and Gundrik watched as her face twisted, her eyes closing and tears streaming down her face.
Gundrik heard whispers in the air, followed by Rennala's tormented sobs as the former couple fell to their knees. He knew not what was being said, and he doubted they were words he should've heard either way. Even if they were no longer wed, even if their relationship would never be the same, it did not mean that the feelings associated with it were completely gone. Even ash contains a trace of the flame that once burned it.
Unfortunately, it meant Gundrik had precious little to do. Truthfully, though Raya Lucaria was the greatest threat to their new Perfect Order, the 'battle' that had gone on outside in the gate town and within the academy itself proved that they were never going to be a big threat. Of course, he wanted to bring the sorcerers to justice; perhaps even a part of him held a fire of contempt for them considering how rough his passage had been at the hands of those who still retained their sanity. But all of that wasn't the primary reason.
As petty as it was, in the end, the main goal was always to bring Rennala back to her senses, or as much sense as could be returned to her. She had been a competent queen once, and with her rule reestablished, perhaps in a new academy, the Perfect Order would have another pillar with which to stand upon.
It did not make Gundrik feel any less awkward, however, standing next to the ex-couple. He felt like the fifth wheel on a wagon, or a stray limb on a Kindred of Rot.
Alerted by the both of them standing up, Gundrik hastily put the Bolt of Gransax back in place and put on the best, most genuine smile he could muster. Unfortunately, since he was wearing a helmet, it was all for naught.
Rennala's eyes shone with an intelligence they hadn't had before that point. While they were sharp with murderous intent just a moment prior, thinking that the Radagon before her was simply an illusion conjured by a new tormentor or her own mind, they were not the beacons of insight they were in that moment. She looked around as Radagon let her go, as if seeing the room she had been sequestered within for the first time.
"I do not…" Rennala croaked, her eyes falling upon Radagon again. "Where didst thou come from, Lord Radagon? Why art thou here, within these chambers? I am afraid I…"
Radagon turned to Gundrik, his scarred skin somehow seeming more pronounced than before.
"Would you mind terribly if you left for a moment, Lord Gundrik?" Radagon asked. "This may take a moment."
"And who art thou?" Rennala asked, her eyes landing on Gundrik, who awkwardly backed away. "Move not, little one. Thine name is Gundrik and thou art a lord."
"I will properly introduce myself when, erm," Gundrik began before shaking his head. "Well, I will just be outside. Pay me no mind."
Rennala blinked at that, but Radagon brought her attention to him again, and Gundrik was able to scarper away without incident.
Gundrik watched the sun set over Liurnia, the mists returning almost as if they were nocturnal. They became almost like a second lake atop the first, with all of the horrors that would come out, obviously, because there was nothing within the Lands Between that was beautiful and also harmless.
Radagon and Marika were prime specimens of that assessment.
The doors into the grand library remained open, but Gundrik heard nothing from within as he stood as still as a statue at the side of the doorway inside. He felt like one of the statues he and Radagon passed by on the way into the library, and he half-expected to look down and see that his legs were turning to stone as he was waiting. No such luck, not even as the first droplets of rain hit his covered helm. He let out a sigh.
Before long, the moon hung low over the sky, only surpassed in brightness by the Erdtree itself. Its luster had dulled slightly, just as Marika said it would, but it was still brighter than it had any right to be. Gundrik almost wished he hadn't used the Mending Rune of Perfect Order on the Elden Ring; perhaps then it would not be so difficult to fall asleep at night.
After what felt like a small eternity, Gundrik heard footsteps from within the library, and a moment later, Radagon exited, his stony face as unexpressive as it always was. There was something different about his stance, however; his shoulders were slumped, and he was slightly hunched over as if he was exhausted.
Gundrik took that to mean that either the talk had been, well, exhausting, or that it hadn't gone well. And a moment later, Rennala exited as well, her bare feet padding against the stone ground until she walked past Radagon and gazed at the sky.
"'Tis been too long, since last I felt the moonlight upon mine skin," Rennala breathed out. "And I have ye to thank, both. This world is changed forever, and yet here we yet remain, relics of a bygone age."
"Perhaps not so bygone, if we're still here, yeah?" Gundrik spoke up. "It feels a bit strange to say it like that. Perhaps a bit pessimistic, though after everything that's happened, I don't blame you for saying that."
"The fall of the Carian Royal family is complete. My children art dead save one. Yet, the Elden Ring remaineth still, mended by thee. The end of an age is at hand, and the birth of a new one at hand," Rennala said, still staring at the moon. "Perhaps 'tis time to put it all to rest."
"You're not about to kill yourself, are you?" Gundrik asked, a hint of desperation entering his tone as he stepped forward. "I didn't just destroy this academy and help bring you back to your senses just for you to die here."
"No, thou art a crafty sort. It is thy wish to see me as a good influence on these lands, but there remaineth none. Caria is gone. Raya Lucaria is gone. Perhaps one day, there shalt be new seeds sewn into the soil, but they shalt not be mine," Rennala replied.
Gundrik turned to Radagon, who was still deathly quiet. "The talk didn't go so well, I take it?"
"Be silent." Radagon mumbled. "I am not in the mood for your foolishness."
"What once was broken canst be mended. Lord Radagon is living proof," Rennala said, finally turning around. "But not this. Not now. Though my mind no longer may be clouded in grief, still I remember the pain. I shalt remove myself from this plane, when the time comes. To find little Ranni amongst the stars."
Gundrik felt his heart sink at that. Closing his eyes, he nodded. "Well, that ruined my day."
Radagon grunted as Rennala turned back.
"'Tis not something that shouldst be worthy of grief. Instead, Elden Lord, bask in this new dawn ye hast created. To the night sky shall I go, but always wilt I remember thee."
Gundrik looked to Radagon, half-expecting the former Elden Lord to have turned to stone. "I hope we gave you some measure of peace."
"I hold no ill will. Not to you, nor to Lord Radagon," Rennala stated. "Thou dost what thou wishest. 'Twas his duty, now no longer. Though no longer shall we be the same, what wast there had been beautiful, and I shalt always see it as such."
"Well, good," Gundrik replied. "Hopefully Radagon here sees it the same way."
"They will, in time," Rennala said, turning one more time, her form outlined by the moon. "Take care, Lord Gundrik, Last Elden Lord. Take care of them, and take care of thineself. One day, I shalt repay this service. Farewell."
Then, Rennala began fading away. Gundrik remembered the last time he had seen Ranni, turning into little pieces of blue stardust before vanishing in a wind that didn't exist. Rennala did quite the same as she held her arms out. Her form faded away bit by bit, until nothing remained of her except for a faint mist, which soon also faded from view.
Radagon let out a breath. Gundrik wondered if he had been holding it in the entire time.
"So," Gundrik said, "I know it wasn't, but that felt pointless."
"She is among the stars now, looking to rejoin our last child," Radagon stated. "Did you not hear her? I knew from the beginning that I could not repair this. I could not repair the Elden Ring, I could not stop the Shattering. I could not stop anything. The least I could do was return what was due to her, that I never gave her in my loyal madness."
"I'm still here. I won't let you fall apart again," Gundrik said, letting out a small chuckle. "I still need you, after all."
"This world has no need of gods, yet we still remain. The rune you used, it ensures the Greater Will cannot meddle with the affairs of mortals, but it may still try. It guarantees perfection within, but not from beyond. One day, it will return. Or some other Outer God will come. What then?"
Gundrik shrugged. "I killed a vassal of the Greater Will once, I can do it again. With you and Marika's help, of course."
"Your confidence is singular, I will grant you that. Before, though, I wish to know: there was an opened chest inside of the library, and I am led to believe-"
Before Radagon could continue with what he was saying, the platform in front of them moved downward. Gundrik knew what that meant; someone had pulled the lever below, and soon a new arrival would be joining them. Thankfully, too – Gundrik could tell where Radagon was going, and he did not have it in him to give the god an answer at that moment.
A few moments later, and a familiar dark-skinned face stepped forward.
"Lord Gundrik, Lord Radagon," Nepheli said, bowing her head. "I am happy to report that Raya Lucaria is ours."
"Of course. How could it not be?" Radagon scoffed. "These were barely sorcerers. Traitors and cowards, the lot of them."
"What he means to say is, good job," Gundrik said, stepping forward and holding his hand out. "I knew we could count on you."
Nepheli took his head and gave it a good shake, a smile on her face. "Your praise does me great honor. And I wish it was the only thing I had to report, but something else has come up."
Gundrik raised a brow. "Not something bad, I hope?"
"If the dragon has returned, cut off its head and bring it to me."
Nepheli lowered her head, her voice becoming quieter. "It depends on your definition of good and bad, Lord Gundrik. A tall woman came from the north, with three limbs of porcelain and unalloyed gold. Do you know of someone fitting that description?"
Gundrik's eyes widened behind his helmet as Radagon marched forward, his footsteps thundering before he stood in front of Nepheli.
"You cannot mean her. She dare not spread the Rot. She cannot, without Miquella to hold her in check!"
"No love for your daughter, Radagon?" Gundrik asked slowly.
"It is not a matter of love, Gundrik!" Radagon replied fiercely. "Much as she is my – our – daughter, she is a walking wasteland, even if she does not wish it. Only Miquella was able to quell the Rot, but not completely, and those who stood close to her were always at risk. Even if I were to catch it, a long and slow death would be all that awaited me."
"I'm not so sure. Not anymore, at least," Gundrik replied, moving beside Radagon. "Nepheli, where is she?"
Nepheli looked from Radagon to Gundrik, her expression as nonplussed as usual. Gundrik counted himself lucky to have such a stalwart ally. "She has taken up residence in the study hall. She is not one of the sorcerers, so I thought it wise to not provoke her ire, not until you knew of her. I see I was right in my decision."
"More right than you know," Gundrik mumbled to himself, causing Radagon to tilt his head curiously. "I suppose we know where we're going."
"Were there a place within this academy where she could be safely contained…" Radagon grumbled.
Gundrik had known that Malenia would one day make herself known to the world again. She had been one of the strongest demigods, fighting General Radahn to a standstill at Caelid, before things spiraled out of control. Caelid became a hellhole, General Radahn became a rotted colossus, feasting on the corpses of friends and enemies, and Malenia was nowhere to be seen.
Of course, she had retreated after the battle. She was taken to the Haligtree to recover, and that was where Gundrik had found her, still slumbering at the roots. It was there that they could have fought, but they didn't.
Even back then, Gundrik had had enough of death. He only hoped that it wouldn't be the ultimate end of him.
When he arrived at the study hall, he saw Malenia, sitting at a chair that was at least several sizes too big for her. She was a tall woman – perhaps just a slight bit shorter than Radagon, but it still meant she could look down at Gundrik, though not as much as she used to. Gundrik didn't have an answer to that puzzling development, but he didn't have time to question it.
Malenia wore the same outfit she had within the Haligtree and Farum Azula, although it was clear that it had seen better days; the robes were weather-worn and singed at certain points. Her prosthetics were as clean and immaculate as ever, practically shining the low light available. Still she wore her winged helmet, yet one of the wings had been clipped off, and beyond that, Gundrik saw the scarring the Scarlet Rot left upon her body, even through the robes.
There was something different about it, though, and Gundrik couldn't quite place his finger on it. He knew of her quest, but had it been successful?
Without even looking at them, Malenia spoke.
"Tarnished," she said, her low and smooth voice washing over him. "I see you have released my father and mother from their prison."
"What can I say, I have a habit of releasing people," Gundrik replied dryly. "I wonder if it will be the death of me."
"Perhaps. But not this day," Malenia said, rising from her chair. Her prosthetics lightly clinked with every footstep until she stood in front of Radagon. "I wish to speak with mother, father."
"Do you have the needle? Tell me, before I do," Radagon asked through clenched teeth.
"The needle is safely buried in my flesh, though it is no longer necessary," Malenia replied coolly. "Now, please, if you would."
Gundrik marveled at Malenia's ability to get to the point while doing away with such niceties as saying 'hello' to a relative she had not seen for who knew how long. It was refreshing, and nearly distracted Gundrik from watching the transformation that followed.
Just as last time, Radagon's hair turned a golden, light blond, and his form shifted feminine. Though she did not wear her crown, Gundrik could recognize Marika anywhere. Truthfully, he had missed her, though he could not tell if it was because of the pounding in his chest or a yearning for any sort of positive reinforcement.
When all was said and done, Marika stood before both of them, her golden eyes looking at Malenia before a smile bloomed upon her face. She held both arms up, as if to welcome her into a hug.
"Malenia, my dearest daughter-!"
Gundrik heard it before he saw it, such was Malenia's speed. Her right fist shot out so fast it was a blur, and the metallic 'clang' that rang out through the air as well as the sharp 'crack' nearly made Gundrik wish he was deaf. Marika's head had swung to the side, staring at Gundrik gormlessly with its jaw hanging open unnaturally wide. Her eyebrows furrowed as Marika realized what had happened, and she turned to face Malenia once more.
All of it happened within several seconds, and Gundrik stood there, stunned beyond words.
Marika moved both of her hands up to her jawbone, and quietly, methodically, pushed it back into place with an audible 'clump' as it closed. She stretched it out briefly before speaking again, her voice low.
"How rude," she lightly chided. "Shalt not a mother receiveth a simple greeting before being ruthlessly battered by her offspring?"
There wasn't even a mark where Malenia had struck her. Gundrik still stood there, confused beyond imagining.
"I will not waste time on words. You have my feelings, faster than wind can provide it," Malenia hissed. "I have enough faith in the new Elden Lord that he has thoroughly explained how all of this is your fault."
"Thy mistake, my daughter, is in presuming that I need someone to explain my faults to me," Marika replied, her eyes narrowing. "Thou hath come here, to this ruined academy, solely to palaver with us. Our goal is to restore Order to these lands, in the wake of mine actions, of which I will not, nor wilt I ever, deny. Thou art right to hate me, to despise me as I now suspect."
Malenia backed away. "I do not despise you, mother, but I needed to have my feelings known, with the knowledge that my siblings will never have that chance."
Marika closed her eyes. "So they won't."
Gundrik came in from the side, standing between them with an arm raised. "Alright, that's enough. Happy as I am to see you again, Blade of Miquella, I doubt you came here for idle chat."
"You are correct, my lord," Malenia replied, "I have a proposition. A chance to regain a foothold in the most hostile fiefdom in these lands."
Gundrik raised a brow at that, taking off his helmet. "You can't mean…"
Malenia nodded. "I seek to undo my past wrongs. I wish to purify Caelid."
Uh oh, Red, the fuck are ya doin', why's Malenia here, what're you dooooooin?
Well, with a character that makes it abundantly clear he takes no pleasure in killing (not anymore), and since he has the almighty gift of speech, I thought I'd just edit a few things to make this after story/'Good Ending' story - for that is what it is at this point, let's be real - a bit more interesting in the long term. Malenia is just one of said changes to give the old demigods a bit of a mouthpiece since almost all of them are dead, or wish they were dead.
Hopefully Rennala's entrance/exit wasn't terrible. She was the biggest hurdle, not gonna lie. Before I started this chapter I planned to have her either dead or already dying by the time Radagon and Gundrik showed up, but then I realized that's kinda bad and decided to do something else. Either way, we're getting into some serious AU territory now, which I'll explain the roots of in the next chapter.
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