Hello! I know everyone's excited to see Sasuke and Sakura finally meet...so I won't waste time!

Chapter 3

Monster Hidden in the Mountain

Some slang Terms:

Capuchin: Cape with a hood.

Landau: A type of carriage.

Make a stuffed bird laugh: absolutely preposterous.

Elevenses- a mid-morning snack before lunch that normally includes a cup of tea and a biscuit.

Cit: Usually used to describe working class people/women.

She had read about demons, the biblical monsters, the lackeys that carried out evil's will. How they harassed, possessed, and destroyed. Yet she never expected to come face to face with one. 'A man who made a deal with the devil was never a man, just a monster evolving.' Her breath became strangled, coming out in short puffs as her heart raced. Her brain struggled with disbelief, along with the shock at what her eyes knew to be true. What it meant. Meanwhile, he advanced on her.

Fight or flight kicked in and she snapped out of her paralysis. Sakura's calves flexed, unfreezing her body. Adrenaline ran through her, blood pumping, getting ready to run. She took a quick glance past her shoulder. She only trusted a moment of taking her eyes off the threat in front of her. Looking down the hall, she gauged if she could get to the end of the hall before he caught her. She did not know how quick he was, but she knew that she was not fast herself.

"I would not do that if I were you. Although, I do enjoy the chase." He cautioned casually.

She stiffened. How did he know what she was going to do? Anxiously, she flicked her eyes back to him and was startled at his proximity. No longer was he down the hall but standing a few feet in front of her. She had barely looked away for a few seconds…and she had not heard him get so close, though she had not heard him approach earlier either. He was fast and quiet, a dangerous combination that Sakura could not match. Hell, her legs still felt stiff from simply riding. He peered down at her with piercing, crimson eyes. He seemed impossibly tall, though he seemed to be the same height as Naruto at six feet. It was his presence that loomed over her, that filled the room and made him seem so much larger while she felt like a small, invading rodent. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, but his stance was relaxed. There was no reason for him to be tense; they both knew that he could easily overpower her.

Sakura felt like she was taking too long to think, straining for any idea on how she could get away from him. But his eyes were disconcerting as they bore down on her. She could not think under the pressure. He was already too close, so when he took another step forward, she stumbled back. Then he took two more quicker steps, rounding her. Sakura tried to keep space between them. Her back jostled against the cold stone wall. Within a few moments he had cornered her. 'Do not panic!' Sakura was smart, but it felt like she could not grab on to her intelligence. It kept slipping away as she caught his eyes, remembered his teeth, and realized that monsters were real.

Sakura hardened her gaze at first so she would not give away how weak she felt. Instinctually she avoided his gaze the best she could. It was the only act she could do to form some distance, as minimal as it was. She hoped this would allow her some reprieve. In response, he rose an arm and rested his palm against the wall, blocking the path that led to the stairs and her escape. She managed not to flinch as he did this, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. He was too close, but there was nothing she could do about that. 'Calm your breathing. He's watching you.'

He was. She could feel his intent gaze scanning her.

"It has been a long time since a woman has been in my castle." He commented offhandedly. His casualty only freaked her out more. The confidence a predator emitted when they knew they had won. His calm demeanor did not hide the darkness that clung to his back. She could feel it like a veiled threat. She might as well be face to face with one of those cougars Naruto had talked about. This made it incredibly difficult to stay calm, like he was doing. Sakura had never been in this situation before and did not know how to respond. The first thing that came to her mind?

"I imagine women normally do not fancy dusty old castles." She replied. She cursed her tongue the moment those words slipped from her lips. Humor? That was her response?

His chest rose with a quick, amused huff. The noise did nothing to ease her.

"No, I suppose they do not." He continued the conversation. The man-vampire-whatever he was- leaned. Instinctually, she looked up. The amusement in his face was gone. It had barely been there to begin with. Now his face was blank. Serious. He was subtly intimidating her. She had witnessed it before in a few other men when she challenged their arrogance. Normally, it did not phase her.

His look made her feel cold, as if the blood in her body had already drained without him touching her. She could look away soon enough, deflecting from meeting his eyes.

"Who are you? How did you find this place?" He inquired.

She knew better than to tell him her name, although she almost spilled the beans from polite impulse.

"I-I was just looking for someone-" She started, trying to keep her voice level. Her first reaction was to babble, a nervous tick she had since she was a child.

"That is not what I asked." He quipped.

She closed her jaw tightly, clanging her teeth. Then gulped. "Sakura." She said as steady as she could. Just the first name would do no harm, right? "And I truly am looking for someone. I-i came here by accident."

Perhaps he would feel bad for her. She knew it was a silly notion to think he would let her go out of pity, but she had to try. There were few to no options for her survival.

"By accident?" He said in disbelief. She chose to nod instead of use her shaky voice. He seemed to consider her words, his finger ticking against the wall. As he did this, she took the opportunity to close her fist around the hidden dagger's handle behind her back. He was not paying attention to her hands, and she did not think he noticed the slight movements. She did not know if she had what it took to kill a man, but she had no choice but to find out. Even if she could wound him, immobilize him somehow, she might buy enough time to get to her horse. He may be able to outrun her, but not it. Her trusty riding companion may have been a packhorse, but he was plenty fast and could hold the speed for miles.

First, she had to get her hand to stop shaking.

She could see his gaze on her face through her peripheral, reading her. He tilted his head.

"Do you know what I am? Your face says you do."

Sakura's heart rate picked up again. "If you just let me leave-"

Her voice broke off as his free hand touched her neck, just under her jawbone. It was ice cold and sucked the words out of her. His hand trailed down her neck slowly. So slow and agonizing. She closed her eyes, trying to keep calm. The hand reached its destination at the base of her neck, dipping under her collar and moving it. Her heart jumped and she forced her eyes back open. His gaze lingered on her neck. His thumb glanced her clavicle. She wanted to snap at him, to push him away, but she kept still. Biding her time.

If he was just a man, she would be hot under his bold touch. Instead she was pierced with a fear as icy as his hand. She wanted to snap at him, scream, or push him away, but she kept still. Biding her time.

He frowned as he looked at her neck. Then he hooked a finger, catching the chain of her necklace. He rose the necklace until the pendant was visible. She noticed that he kept his finger on the chain, avoiding the pendant altogether. He let go, and the pendant thumped against her chest. The necklace now hung free on her neck.

"You claim you came here by accident, yet you came prepared." He challenged.

The old Krohn had told her the necklace would protect her, that was all. She had no clue what it was or what it did. Hell, at the time she had just taken it from an old kook who thought shiny rocks would ward off imaginary monsters. Telling him this would serve no purpose. The damage was done. The mood shifted, and she knew that he was done playing with her. She needed an opportunity or an opening, now, otherwise she would die. He would drain her blood, like that deer. Would Naruto find her cold, lifeless, bloodless body in the road?

Would Naruto ever find her, after this?

His touch was strangely gentle as his hand rose and tilted her chin up. Her eyes met his. The red blurred, and something swirled in his irises.

"I see fear in your eyes, but it is surrounded by all that fire. That won't do."

In a few seconds she felt an invisible pull and it confused her. His red eyes spun, black swirling faster and faster until she could not follow them anymore. Were his eyes getting blurry or was it her vision? It felt like she was losing herself and her consciousness was fading. 'He's doing something!' She barely heard the warning from the back of her mind.

"I need you to take the necklace off." He said.

Her arms tingled, and her fingers twitched, wanting to follow his command. He was trying to take over her mind and control her body. She could not let that happen, otherwise she was as good as dead. She tried to blink the haziness away, but she did not feel her eyelids close. Her body was not listening to her anymore, and the darkness was closing in on her like tunnels. 'No.'

Sakura did not know how to describe how she fought back against an attack on her mind. Perhaps, it was like falling out of a tree but catching a branch before hitting the ground. Or falling into a hole but catching the edge with your fingertips before you became victim to its depths. Even then, those did not feel like powerful enough analogies. Something in her just…fought back and pushed the intruder out before it took over.

"No!" She yelled as she snapped out of it and shoved him off. His eyes got wide, stunned that she had broken his spell. 'Now!' She rose her arm, dagger tightly fisted, and jabbed. It hit him in the shoulder and dug in cleanly. He howled in pain, and she took her opportunity.

In a flash she was down the hallway. She stumbled the first steps but managed a steady stride as she passed the lined portraits. The moonlight kept her from falling as she barreled down the stairs. Then she crossed the front room and smacked into the door before squeezing through like a slippery ferret.

Sakura's legs burned so bad she could feel the pain curl up to her bum. One could barely run in a dress, so Sakura did not run very often. She felt slow and wished her legs to go faster. Only stumbling a few times, she managed not to fall as she hurried down the hill and toward the gate. She knew she would not hear him behind her but could not bring herself to look and see. A sob caught in her throat, causing her to choke as she heaved for air.

Unbelievably, Sakura crossed the gate. Making a beeline for her horse, she only stopped to untie him from the tree. The horse was fitful, thrashing his head and pulling at the rope. Her fingers shook so bad that it took several tugs for the knot to come undone. A cry of relief ripped out of her throat prematurely. She hopped on. The horse, sensing the danger and urgency, barely waited for her bottom to hit the saddle before he took off in a flurry of gallops. He was much more skilled at running through the forest.

Still, she did not dare to look back. She would not look until made it back to camp. Monster or not, she would be safe with the near hundred men. Desperately, she tried to navigate their return. The sunset felt as if had been set for hours and she struggled to see the path in the dark. Her lantern lay abandoned at the castle, adding to her frustration.

"Just go!" She pleaded to the horse. All she could hear were twigs snapping, the horse's gallops, and the thumps of her heart.

When lost in darkness, follow the light. Sakura had thought to follow the moon, but the trees were so thick, she could not see it. The horse kept running, and she hoped it was not blindly leading them farther away from camp and Naruto. With no map to guide them, Sakura was useless, and could only let the horse continue on its frantic path. She saw a dull yellow ahead and growing. It split into tiny, bouncing lights. Lantern lights.

Was it Naruto? Had they come to find her?

Sakura pulled on the reigns, urging her horse to veer to the right. As soon as the horse saw the lights, he trotted faster to them. Their excitement was in sync. Then she heard the voices, shouting her name. It was them!

"Thank goodness," She breathed as tears pricked her eyes. Cupping a hand around her mouth, she called back. "Over here!"

The voices grew louder, quicker. She heard thumps. The herd of horse's feet on the ground. A band of men on their horse's burst through the trees, breaking through a barrier of leaves and darkness. Naruto's was the first face she saw.

"Sakura!" He called out, hopping off his horse before the animal stopped. He hurried to her side. How worried he looked to her, with his brow furrowed and his forehead marred with lines. She wondered how much worse she looked. She kicked her leg over the saddle and slid down, practically jumping off. His arms caught her halfway through, hugging her to him. Her feet dangled above the ground like a doll, but she could not bring herself to chastise him at the display of affection or how needy it made her feel. She let him hold her, and let the tears flow down her cheeks.

Sakura shivered under a wool blanket, sipping a steamy broth. She breathed in the steam as it wafted to her nose, and it relaxed her sore muscles with each sip. She sat on her cot as Naruto ranted and paced in her tent. His anger was valid, so she sat quietly and listened.

"I can't believe they left you out there by yourself!" He seethed. The anger painted his face red. "Why, I ought to get them tossed out on their arses. William too!"

William had ridden up to her not long after Naruto and apologized profusely to her. He told her what had happened to the group she had been with. William had been the one to notice her disappearance. He had turned around to check on her, and when he found nothing but the forest, he panicked. He commanded the group to stop, and once he filled the rest in, they circled back, calling out for her. She could only imagine their panicked faces once they realized she was gone. That they had lost their boss's niece. Or perhaps they wore smug faces. She could see that in Henry's face easily since he wore it so often. After that did not work, they hurried back to camp. When William sped past the trees, through the campsite and right to Naruto, Naruto had known something was terribly wrong.

Sakura wanted to huff. Firing them would only prove what those men (sans William, she had been a brat about going off on her own when he had been willing to give her a chance) thought about Sakura. A nuisance.

"It was not their fault." Sakura spoke up. "I deviated from the path because I thought I saw the castle you were looking for. When they did not want to listen, I went off on my own. Do not fire those men because of my decision."

Naruto stopped and gaped at her. "They should have kept a better eye on you and stopped you then." He retorted. He stepped in front of her, leaning down to where she could see the fury in his eyes. "And you should know better than to go off on your own. It is dangerous. Hell, Humphry is still missing!" He waved his hands for emphasis. Sakura dropped her head in shame. She would take the reprimand willingly and not argue. He was right, after all.

"I put my neck out for you so your father would let you come on this trip, and this is how you repay me? And what do you think he will do once he hears about this?"

This had been her first step of freedom. Of a path that lead to new possibilities. She meant to prove to her father, and to her society, that she could handle herself. That she was just as smart and willing to work as the men so she could become a doctor like her father. Instead, she had acted without thinking and put herself in danger. They only thing she had proved was that she was naïve and arrogant. 'Though not as arrogant as Henry.'

Her pride wanted to argue; it was already taking a beating, and it screamed to announce that she had found a remarkable discovery. Yet she kept it quiet. She knew that she could not tell anyone what she found or what she saw. To protect them. The demon on the mountain would remain here; she would not lead more to danger and death. The villagers had been telling the truth about the monster in the forest, and they should have heeded their warnings. If that old woman had not given her that necklace and dagger…

Now, she highly doubted they would find Humphry. Chance was, he was already dead.

Naruto continued his rant. "You act like you deserve to be treated as a smart respectable woman, and that the world should just give it you, yet you know nothing of the world. You act brashly. Naively!"

"You are right. I am so sorry." She murmured over her soup. Guilt, shame, and a hard lesson. That was what she had gained from this trip. Tears flowed out of her eyes and her hand covered her mouth as she sobbed. She could not bear to look Naruto in his face. He had done so much to help her, and she had thrown it back in his face and jeopardized his career. William's too.

Naruto's ranting stopped. He dropped to both knees so that he was level with her. At her tears, his gaze calmed. He put his hands on her shoulders.

"I am sorry Sakura. You must have been so scared." He said, full of sympathy.

"You have no idea." She whispered.

Sakura and Naruto hopped on a train back to London the very next day. It did not matter that she only had a wink of sleep before climbing into the carriage, she would have pulled the carriage herself if it meant they could leave sooner. As soon as the horses were moving, she told Naruto she was going to take a kip and flipped up the hood of her capuchin. She felt secure enough to get sleep without waking every twenty minutes, waking at every little noise thinking he had found her. The carriage ride, which had felt long and boring before, went by quickly as she slept. It felt like she had just shut her eyes when Naruto woke her by gently shaking her shoulder. They transferred to the train, and Sakura slept there too. Once they reached London, she finally felt relieve. They took her family's landau to her home in Applegate.

The men who were scared shitless back at camp could leave in groups, spread out through two weeks. Others complained about being out of a job and wished to stay. A small group, along with managers, wanted to go to the locals and discuss an investigation into Humphry's disappearance. Perhaps Scotland yard would get involved too, seeing as Humphry resided in London. She doubted the local authorities would be of any help and hoped no more would disappear during that time.

When she expressed her worries about the dangers lying dormant, Naruto waved it off.

"We simply need to reevaluate, with stricter guidelines. I'll head back with some new provisions soon enough."

Sakura did not like that answer, but he did not know what she knew. She would have to find a way to convince him, without telling him the incredulous truth. She could make a stuffed bird laugh with her story. No sensible person would believe her. She thought of the villagers, tucked away in their little village just before the forest. The old woman had told her that they knew not to cross the forest. The villagers had grown up with a beast in their backyard, after all. If she had been raised in such a place, she would have known better.

The first few days she was overjoyed to be back in Applegate, but her nights were haunted with nightmares. As if she could feel red eyes still watching her. She would wake with a start and find nothing but her blankets, vanity, and books. There were no figures lurking behind her bed's canopy drapes. Some nights were so fitful that she could not go back to sleep. Not wanting to leave the comfort of her bed, she would turn on her lamp and read.

Sakura enjoyed reading, and she absorbed knowledge eagerly, but she had a hard time concentrating on her typical books. Especially during her late-night insomnia. Sakura enjoyed a variety of genres, but none were appealing to her interests.

She wanted to learn more about him. About the monster on the mountain.

'I want to forget him.' She seethed quietly, as she spent yet another night trying to read. But his presence had shocked her to the core. What was he? He presented quite the conundrum, one that her mind would not let go of. Modern science said that such a creature could not exist, and yet he had stood in front of her. He had touched her with his cold hands. He defied what she believed about mysticism and religion. She did not think demons could be flesh. Was he a demon? The krohn called him a vampire, yet demon seemed synonymous to her. What was the difference?

What else out there existed that modern society dismissed?

A few days became a week. Then two weeks. Finally, Sakura got up from her bed one night and gathered herself in her robe. No more sleepless nights. She would go to the library and see what she could find to satiate her daunting curiosity.

With only the candlelight to guide her, she went down the corridor. She wrapped one arm around her, tightening her robes, as she went through the sleepy house. It felt empty. It was just her, mother, and father, but the help was here during the day. Many of her parent's friends were over frequently and they filled up the house. As a small child she had preferred to keep to herself and run off to the library, just as she was doing now.

Back then it did not feel as lonely.

Sakura shivered as she felt a breeze seep into her neck. Her brow furrowed as she looked to the window. It was open, just a crack. Who had left it open? Sakura set her candle down on the mahogany console table to her right, careful not to knock over a vase.

When she turned to close the window, she saw a face through it.

Terror gripped her vocal cords as her mouth opened to scream. Instead, a choking gasp came out as she stumbled from the window.

"Sakura calm down! It is just me." A man's voice called out to her from the window crack. Two hands opened the window to its length, and a familiar face leaned in.

Sakura raised a hand to calm her racing heart. It was just her eccentric uncle, Jiraiya. When had he arrived in London? Anger rose within her, and did nothing to slow her heart rate.

"Uncle! What are you doing out there at this time of night?" She chided. She wanted to give him an earful, but she doubted he would actually listen.

"I thought I heard some strange creature creeping around, so I came to investigate." Jiraiya stated, as if it was so normal to stalk the grounds at night.

'The only strange creature creeping around is you, uncle.' She thought, shaking her head.

His big hands curled against the window, ready to heft himself up. She stopped him.

"Do not crawl through the window! Come! I will meet you in the kitchen and you can come in through the back door."

"Fine fine! I will meet you there." He held his hands up in defeat, then sloshed away. She would have to get him a towel to clean up his muddy boots. She slid the window closed and secured it before she gathered her candle and stalked down the hallway.

After unlocking the kitchen door and making sure her uncle cleaned up, he wandered off to bed. She did not need to get closer to know her uncle had probably drank too much when the gentlemen came over to drink in her father's den. It was the only social event her father truly enjoyed. Her father and his friends met on Thursdays and called it the 'gathering of respectable men'. Quite a few times her uncle indulged a bit too much, and she found no part about that respectable.

She grabbed a glass of water and took a gulp. When Jiraiya had appeared, she had almost succumbed to cardiac arrest. She had thought that somehow the demon in the mountain had come for her. 'No. I left him in Romania.' At least physically. Mentally, he lingered. She needed to purge her ponderings of him. After finishing her glass, she managed to get to her destination.

The library was one of her favorite places. During the summer, she loved lounging on the terrace while reading, but when it was too cold, she curled up in the library. Her father valued knowledge and he had a vast collection. Once he realized that Sakura shared that value, the library expanded. The books her father used and needed were in his study now, so he rarely came to the library anymore. It had become Sakura's private place.

She knew they made books about unnatural things, but now that she was here, she doubted that they owned any. Still, she would look.

Sakura had almost given up when she got to farthest corner of the library. Of course, her father would not own anything as - as books on the supernatural, a folly that seemed to mock science. Yet she found one, a rather old book with a withered maroon cover. The title was in a different language, but there was written markings underneath in English that said Book of the Supernatural, Unnatural, and Undead.

The book was heavy in her hand, and its weight unnerved her. She was not as foolish as to believe that the demon in the mountains was the only one of his kind, but she did not like that more creatures like him could fill such a thick book. She carried it to the desk and armchair. Normally she preferred the nook, but after her uncle gave her such a fright she did not want to be near any windows.

Delicately, as if nervous the binding would break, she opened the book. All of it was in a language she did not understand, but several scribbled notes in English filled the margins of each page. She lit the oil lantern on the desk wither candle, leaned in, and started to read.

Sakura thought that learning more about the vampire she had encountered would ease the nightmares. Knowledge was power, after all. If she could learn his secrets, then the mysticism would dissipate. The threat would distinguish, and he would be just another subject she studied.

"Sakura, my dear, do you feel ill?" Mebuki asked at the maid brought out some biscuits and scones. They were having elevenses out on the patio. Lucille, the maid, refiled Mebuki's cup before bowing and leaving the two. Sakura stared out towards the gardens, admiring the beautiful blooms that signaled summer. She did not want to stare at her mother's frown, weathered with sternness and little concern, but knew it would be impolite not to give her full attention. Her mother believed that a lady should always look the best. Be presentable. Never tardy. All fine rules, but Sakura tended to break them from time to time.

"No, mother. Why do you ask?" Sakura responded as sipped her tea.

"You look under the weather, and you did not emerge from your chambers until I came to get you. The cook had to scramble a breakfast together for you." Her mother replied. There was some contempt in her mother's tone since Sakura had given more work to the cook because of her 'laziness'. It was not laziness like her mother believed. Her sleeping had improved, but not by much. It was taking a toll on her. Her under eye was turning purple and puffy. Putting a cold damp cloth on her eyes and covering it up did not change how exhausted she felt.

"I have not been sleeping well." Sakura finally admitted as she put a piece of toast to her lips.

Mebuki sighed, setting down her teacup. "I understand. It feels like a mad house with your uncle and cousin back. I do not understand why they chose to hand around here and not their own home when they are back in town. That place has probably been overrun with rats by now."

Sakura hid her smirk behind her toast. "Perhaps that is why they stay here."

Mebuki cracked a lopsided smile. "Maybe. You would think your uncle would prefer the rats over people though."

They snickered. It was no secret that while Jiraiya was a brilliant intellectual, he was an eccentric one.

"Your uncle knows how to work society well, yet most of the time he chooses not to." Mebuki said with a shake of her head. Sakura agreed, but she enjoyed him. He was a fun uncle, and he was a break from the standards she had to uphold even in her own household. Mebuki clicked her tongue and continued on, "Then he gets a rise out of your father. I cannot deal with both of them at the same time, and I am married to your father, so it is not like I can kick him out like your uncle. Although Jiraiya still finds a way back in, and they clink their glasses and laugh about it as they drink."

Sakura giggled as her mother ranted at how exasperating the Haruno brothers were. This was the way she preferred her mother. Relaxed, open, and not reprimanding her for slouching in her seat. Sakura carried the griping, add her own bits in.

The mood changed as her mother raised the newspaper resting on the table.

"Have you seen the paper yet?" She asked somberly.

"No." Sakura replied with a creased brow. "Did something happen?" She asked, leaning over as if she could read backwards. Mebuki set the paper down and slid it over to her.

"Mrs. Wilson is still missing." Mebuki told her with a frown.

"Oh, goodness. I hope she's okay." Sakura said sympathetically. She had heard some gossip around town that the woman had recently disappeared. Her husband made rounds about the neighborhood. He tried to be casual in his inquiries about where his wife might be, as if she had gone for a trip to London and simply forgot to tell him, but Ino told her how panicked his demeanor was when he came to their abode. Sakura had not seen the man come to their home, but Mr. Wilson was part of her father's club.

Unfortunately, disappearances in London were more common than they should be. Only a year before, London had been plagued by a man, Scotland yard coined the term 'serial killer', who went around murdering cit women. A man that had never been caught. The wound on London festered with the knowledge that Jack the ripper still ran loose on the streets. 'He would not come to the suburb of Applegate, would he?' Sakura worried.

"I heard from Mrs. Davies that she was unhappy in her marriage to Joseph. I would not be surprised if she ran off." Mebuki reassured her, and yet her mother's face was still screwed tightly.

"Do you really believe that?" Sakura asked, subtly calling the older woman's bluff.

"I don't know." Mebuki replied honestly. "Mrs. Wilson was part of my garden club, and we got on fine. She does not seem like the type to do that. However, often more than not, that is the case. Ironic how to avoid talk of divorce, spouses will run off instead. I think that makes it more obvious."

Sakura went silent, chewing her toast thoughtfully.

"Enough of this dreary talk." Her mother waved her hand, as if she could swat the dark cloud hanging over her head away. "Are you done? We are do for elegance lessons at city hall."

Sakura almost groaned. Elegance was something she struggled with and should not be teaching young girls lest she embarrass herself. 'At least Ino will be there.' Ino was always willing to show off her thriving elegance, and Sakura was just fine with Ino taking attention off anything she might do.

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