Two Worlds, Two Souls
Chapter 63: An Outstretched Hand
Angel's Point of View:
Outside of our home in Snowdin a raging storm was brewing. The snow felt like icy needles jabbing at the skin. The wind was racing so terribly hard that it whistled and cracked one of the tree branches on the great tree out in the square. I watched from inside as the storm raged on. Due to the incoming storm that planned to land at least five feet of snow on us, the guard were ordered to remain at public buildings to assist with the clean-up.
Sans and Papyrus had already headed over to the library and Grillby's to assist. Frisk had been dropped off over at Maria's to spend the day with MK and Milly, playing games and having a sleepover. I honestly was left to a house all on my own until the storm was over.
Soft music somewhat blocked out the sound of wind. Frisk and used her phone to record some songs she'd written while over at Blooky's house for me to play in the background. Currently a soft melody of triangles and xylophone that sounded like trickling water played. It was very soothing and inspired many Waterfall based paintings, two of which were orders at the time.
Alphys was actually one of the people who had asked for a painting or two. She actually wanted a large mural of all of her friends that she planned to lock up in the hidden area of the lab where she kept us during my recovery. The second was actually to be a gift for Undyne, as her birthday was coming up. I figured a couple more paintings to enhance her views of the upper world would benefit her.
Before Frisk was born, my parents took me on a trip to a set of islands in the Hanora region. The coral there had been so beautiful as well as the fish that lived there. A school of fish came out of nowhere and had surrounded me, all shimmering in the light with vibrant colors. I had been lucky enough to see eels as I explored the ocean floor and a submarine in the distance.
Using all those lucky encounters, I attempted to paint them as strikingly as I could, knowing Undyne's love for the very paintings I made. She loved seeing the fish and all the ocean on the upper world. She had noted to me that she actually had gills on the sides of her neck that allowed her to breath underwater. She was eager to one day explore the waters herself.
Perhaps if I ever got lucky enough to befriend the king as Angel the human, maybe I could help free everyone?
I sighed. I attempted to push the thought to the back of my mind. There was no reason to even think of that if I couldn't befriend all the monsters.
Moving back to the paintings I was working on, I'd just finished the one with the eel that I knew Undyne would love. Setting it aside to dry, I decided to take a few moments to rest and clean off my brushes before starting something else with other colors. I couldn't let things get too messy.
Our kitchen was drastically different compared to before Frisk and I left. The kitchen no longer had that pattered tile that looked like a checker board, only a simple wood was left that gave a much warmer look to the kitchen and living room. Gone was the rug as well, they both caught up in flames from the fire. Honestly the worst damage that had come about was the kitchen counters and the pipes.
A new counter top (at a shorter height for those of us who weren't as tall as Papyrus) was put in with a beautiful quartz counter top. It was an off white with hints of color and veins throughout it. New cabinets were placed in as well as top of the line cooking equipment. Before I'd shown Papyrus how to cook, his explosive and near destructive cooking and reduced all the enchantments off of the kitchen wears, and Sans had forgotten to get them replaced. So when the fire started, it spread fast.
Hey, a new kitchen and floor wasn't a bad deal out of it, even if it would have saved Sans and Papyrus some money.
I cleaned my brushes out in the sink, removing any oils that may have gotten stuck in the bristles. The jar I used to hold water as I painted was cleaned out as well. I personally couldn't let it get any worse. I was not someone who liked messes.
Once everything was clean, I attempted to sit down and enjoy lunch. I'd made a gumbo for the day to nibble on with biscuits, it was far too cold of a day to want to do anything less or more. Yet, even as I attempted to eat it, my mind raced, my soul and heart sped up. They were pounding, yet, I thought I was calm.
Taking a deep breath, I attempted to settle down. I refused to think, just looking at the gumbo before me in its bowl. Yet, I still couldn't.
Something wasn't right…
My chains, they were picking up on something in the area.
No… not just the area…
Something was in the house.
My heart leapt in fear as I turned rapidly looking. My heart kept pulsing rapidly as I looked around, not seeing anything.
It's okay, Honey. No one's going to hurt you.
I wished I could believe those words. I hated when I got emotional. The stronger my emotions, the more likely it was that I would hear voices from the dead. It was a rare trait among our family. Gram was the only other one I knew that could do it. She used it to talk to her father and her husband every now and then if she was stressed. They had attached their souls to her after they'd died. It kept them here, but also never allowed them to move on. Not until my grandmother passed would they be able to.
In times where I was stressed or overwhelmed, I could hear the voices of my parents. I constantly heard their voices right after their deaths, trying hush me and would say that everything would be okay. They would give me tips on how to raise Frisk, what places I could go to and ones I could not. Sometimes even appeared in my dreams so that I could see them…
But my mother just spoke to me, acknowledging that someone was there. That person was someone I could only sense, not see…
They were a ghost.
A cold chill shot over my body, even as my heart continued to beat rapidly. I could only assume that ghost was in physical contact with my body, or had passed through me.
What did they want?
Let them join you.
The voice was nothing more than a whisper, but I heard it. My mother once again giving me tips to survive. She was commenting that it was okay for me to let this ghost in, would I even be able to do it?
Raw emotion is the only way to see or communicate with spirits. It's part of the only reason why I could hear their voices when my emotions affected me such as crying. To the point where I was physically showing off how my feelings affected me. It allowed us to release a very special chain that linked directly to our soul. It wasn't one for protection, but it allowed other souls to attach to our own.
In the same way my parents latched onto me.
In the heat of the moment when I protected Frisk in our car accident, my partners emitted a similar chain at the times of their deaths to latch onto mine. I'd never actively sent out a soul chain before to link myself to a spirit. However, with the way this ghost was making me feel, it was most likely trying to force me to create one.
It's okay… they want to help you…
A shaky breath left me as I focused on the intense feelings that traveled through my body. Nervousness, uncertainly, they echoed to almost anxiety like levels in my chest. Trying to concentrate while all of that was going on was impossible. I leaned against the counter, struggling to keep upright.
The sheer force of the magic building in my body caused me to perspire. My soul emerged from my body, bright and gleaming with red coloring along with hundreds of chains that coated it, but from the sheer force of magic they were forced away. From its center, I could see a single chain attempting to pierce its way out of my soul. It was so bright while in color with only a hint of red.
Just as the chain had extended out, hardly a few inches from my chest did I feel something latch on. A coldness flashed over me and my legs felt like blocks of jello. I fell then, falling onto the floor. The fall hardly registered to me, I couldn't feel any pain.
At last…
The voice surprised me, not being that of my parents or anyone I was familiar with. It was deep, masculine. I could hear him sigh in the back of my mind.
Can you hear me, young Angel?
With a shaky breath, I tried to look around me to see his form. He couldn't have been far. I should have been able to see him already.
"W-where…?"
Ah, yes… you should be able to see me. I am before the refrigerator.
Casting my gaze behind me, I looked over my shoulder to vaguely make out the haziness of a ghostly entity in the kitchen. Its figure was thin, but tall. Enormous like Papyrus was in height. I could just make out a black coat on him and a white face, black lines in certain areas.
Was that a skull for his head?
"W-wing-d-dings?"
Ah! So you recognize me? Wonderful, that will makes this easier. I could almost hear the echoing of his footsteps as he approached my body. With your soul now attached to mine, it will be easier to communicate then before. I will ease off the pressure I had on your soul and I would like to talk to you more. Please make your way to the bedroom and attempt to sleep. I shall meet you and your parents in the midst of that slumber.
I felt so drained…
With my one single arm, I attempted to sit up. Once I did, I felt it was easier to breath. The skeleton father must have released me from his grip. With what little energy I could muster, I dragged myself up with the chair as a guide. Using walls and surfaces, I'd managed to climb up the stairs, abet very slowly, before making it to my room I shared with Frisk.
In fact, it was the very room that belonged to that skeleton male before he passed.
A deep sigh escaped me, as did most of the air in my lungs. Sleep had never come to me so easily as it did in those moments. So emotionally and physically worn, I fell right into rest.
Dream:
When I became aware in the dream, I noticed that I was home. Within the safe confines of my house on the surface did I see myself. I was standing within the kitchen, leaned on the countertop. The beautiful quartz that mother had set in before her death was that of a soft light grey with small blue stones scattered throughout it. The cabinets were a navy color with silver handles. I saw the window from over her sink that led out into the yard where all of our flowers were planted.
Beyond the kitchen was the large dining room where we always put on a feast for ourselves and the staff that helped us around our property. However, this time as I saw the area, there were three people sitting there. My parents to one side while Wingdings sat on the opposite. Granted, they all were chatting politely with each other.
It was the first time I'd seen them in so long…
"Mom? Dad?"
My mother instantly turned. Cynthia Terians bolted up in her seat, just as emotional as she had been when she lived. Her hair was braided, though wrapped up into a bun on the back of her head. She liked stripped shirts much like Frisk did, her favorite being a purple one with red stripes on it. Her dirtied jeans seemed to let loose dirt at any moment she moved. Yet that stopped her not as she rushed forward.
"My baby!"
Wrapped into her warm embrace, I felt her next to me. Solid and alive, even if I knew she wasn't. The memory was enough for me as she held me against her.
"Oh my baby girl… oh how I miss you so much…"
I lifted my head to glance at her face. The only thing strange about her now was the red eyes she inherited when she died. It constantly looked like she was using high levels of magic. Yet she still looked like my mother otherwise.
"I missed you too Mom…"
I glanced out over her shoulder to try and get a look at the men that sat at our table. David Terians was scowling at the skeleton that sat with him. The short brown, nearly black hair fell into his eyes. My father's red eyes roared in anger, crossed arms over his plaid covered form.
I earned my fashion sense from him, our love of plaid lived on.
"Oh Dave, stop glaring at him!" My mother huffed. She unconsciously rubbed the top of my head while staring down her husband. "Wingdings couldn't have connected or talked to Angel easily if he didn't do that. And we did the same thing to her when we passed!"
"Still don't like it," was my father's response.
"I do apologize David, though I wish there had been any other way to do this. However, your daughter is normally too guarded by her own and your magic." The skeleton sighed as he sat together with my still seething father. "There was no other way to establish a connection, for me to speak with her besides to be attached. It also does help hold my being here a little more strongly."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Honey, don't be rude." My mother pulled back just enough, though she still held me against her. My mother often did this in times where we met in dreams. She held me for as long as she could, unwilling to let me go.
"But I will never be able to harm her again, now that this establishment is met. I do however need to ask your daughter some questions, if I may?"
Focusing in on the skeleton at the dining room table, I saw that he sat under a lovely ray of sunshine. The sun warming his bones I'm sure felt wonderful to him, a monster that never managed to see the sun except in the memories of a human. A black trench coat hung over his shoulders and was buttoned at the front. Just barely could you see his white button up shirt below it and the tan dress pants that covered his legs. I could see the black dress shoes that he wore that I vaguely remember the noise of his footsteps while he connected himself to me. Cracks I could see in his skull, much like in the picture that Sans and Papyrus had of him and his wife in the house. One stretched down past his jaw while the other reached back over part of the back of his skull.
I could only assume it was from a medical accident in the lab, much like Sans' injuries had been.
"Okay?"
"Miss Terians, I actually am quite in your debt for all that you have done for my family." Wingdings stood then, though he remained before the porch doors that led the back yard that provided him with the sunlight. He held out a hand for me to shake. "Sans is beginning to heal the wounds that began so long ago as a child and Papyrus looks up to you. You are the female figure in his life that he needed and always wanted. He never truly had a mother after Lucida passed."
Taking his hand in mine, I couldn't suppress the smile. "I understand. Sans is good like that to Frisk too. He's an amazing older brother figure for her."
"However, moving onto the topic at hand. I do have a fairly enormous request to ask of you in return for something."
"Okay? What is it that you'd like me to do?"
"I'd like you to attempt to help free my sons from this underground prison."
I felt my body stiffen in response.
"I'm sorry?"
"Free my people and my sons from the underground." Wingdings pulled back his hand then and shoved them quickly into his pockets. It was a trait I remembered Sans did quite often, the apple didn't fall farm from the tree. "For too long have we been trapped there. I've heard you muttering to yourself quite often of how you feel guilt that your predecessors were the cause of our entrapment. While I do not blame you, I would like to ask of you that once you have befriended the king and become a resident of the underground, please try to free them."
"That's only if I can do it." Sighing I turned away from him. "I still have a lot more people to befriend. While I'm doing well right now, you never know if that will happen. Look at what happened when Undyne found us..."
Showing off the stub I had left for an arm, all the deceased softened their looks at me. The arm I had lost when Undyne had chased Frisk and I across the entire area of Waterfall before she fell to exhaustion. I had recovered and lived when it was worried I would not.
"Yes, I am aware of your struggles with Urvan's daughter." Feeling a hand on my shoulder. "However, you have overcome it, and with the help of your sister you have befriended young Undyne. I am fully confident now more than ever that if you can change their hearts and make them believe in you, that you could assist them with their freedom."
"You have changed a lot of people, Honey." My mother mentioned, stepping over to brush my hair between her fingers. My bangs were the only free part that she could easily brush without pulling apart my braid. "The entire town of Snowdin and many people of Waterfall now adore you. Even those in Hotland and the Capitol are becoming more aware of you. The real you."
"And with so many people knowing of you, it will be much more difficult for the king to come after either yours or Frisk's soul." Wingdings commented, a light smile appeared from his jaw. "If the king does not or does know of you, with how many people are now on your side, he must tread carefully to avoid an all-out civil war among his people. I have already seen how many of them would fight for you, and it's much more than you would expect."
I suddenly felt a hand come down on the top of my head to ruffle my hair, causing me to squeal in surprise. My father's laughter could be heard. "That's my girl!"
"Dad!" I struggled to pull away from him, the three of them laughed at my struggles.
"Still, Angel. May I hear the words from you?" Wingdings' expression softened as the lightened atmosphere turned back into a more serious tone. "Won't you try? Please, for my sons?"
My mother chimed in quickly as well. "And for Frisk and all the friends you've made? They deserve a chance for the surface as well."
"But what about the police? I… I killed Richard…"
"Its somethin' you're gonna have ta face when you get up there, Kiddo." My father chimed in. His hand landed on my shoulder in comfort. "You won't know until you go back."
My mother nodded, a rougher grip on my shoulders as she had me face her. "You have to explain that like it was, self-defense. He attacked you. You shouldn't be afraid of that."
"But if I hadn't been afraid, look at all that wouldn't have happened." I sighed, thinking over the crazy year I'd had in the underground. The amazing friends I'd met as well, the people who had stood up for me when they didn't have to. They protected me, helped me.
So much would have been different if I hadn't been so scared all these years, if I had been brave and stood up to what I'd done… I would have been one of the only heirs to the Terians line, Frisk being the other. I could have only imagined just how stressful that life would have been for her at such a young age.
I couldn't imagine a life like that, not now. The friends I've made… they're so precious to me…
They deserve a life where they can thrive above ground too.
"Okay." I let out a shaky breath. "I'll do it."
"You will? Splendid!" Wingdings seemed relieved as soon as I let those words out. "If that is the case, then I must follow through and assist you as best I can my dear."
I blinked at him while my parents just hesitated with the words he used. "Assist me? What do you mean?"
"Just like your parents, my magic can still manifest in the world of the living by being attached to you. The amount of magic and chains you produce is due to theirs being combined with your own. Granted, you do have a far greater number then most of your family." Wingdings summoned a book from thin air in the dream to show me a strange language I'd only seen in Sans' room or books he'd like. "Having my soul combined with yours allows you the ability to read cipher, the language of the skeletons. It's a near dead language that only Sans, Papyrus and a few rare others are still familiar with. It will allow you to read many of my old notes and studies on trying to create an artificial soul with the ones we'd already harvested, or perhaps you may be able to create one off yourself to be used for the barrier."
"Oh wow… Sans might be a bit startled by that."
"Not as startled as he will be once I'd done with my other mission in helping you." The man left the book before me to glance at before stepping back to look at the flowers outside. "Do you recall the flower that attacked your sister and yourself on the first day you arrived in the underground?'
I tilted my head as I thought about it. "That little yellow flower? Vaguely… I wasn't in a good condition back then."
"Yes well, I've been using my magic as well as your parents have to keep that little demon away from you. He's been following you and your sister all over the underground, in hopes of harvesting your souls."
"Wha-!" My nerves I felt freeze and my body twitched in nervousness. "But why?!"
"What I believe is going on is that this demonic flower is the deceased prince, son of King Asgore and Queen Toriel-"
"Toriel? Like my friend Tori in the ruins?" I gasped in surprise. "She's the queen?!"
I saw Wingdings trying to suppress a chuckle. "The one and the same. Yes."
"Sorry, go on. You were saying about the demon flower following us? He's the dead prince?"
"Yes, I unfortunately preformed quite a few… very unauthorized tests by the science community that even Sans wasn't aware of. Only Alphys as she was my other assistant before my untimely death. One project involved taking the dust of Prince Asriel and the determination of Princess Chara to somehow see if we could revive either of them, using a flower from Asgore's very patch of a garden. From the flower we experimented with came something that resembled the prince's personality at first before becoming quite hollow and wicked. We believed that the change in behavior was due to Chara's own hatred of humans. She somehow was left behind by her own kind and appeared in our world. She always had such a bitter resentment of them, but loved monsters. We assume that in the time of her death, where she and her brother were killed by humans, that the hatred she had in her soul in those moments removed any chance of this creature we made being alive. The flower is soulless, it desires a soul to make it whole again. However, a monster soul will not suffice."
Subconsciously a hand rose to my chest, right before my soul. "Only a human soul then."
"Correct." Wingdings paused for a moment to sigh. "Yet, that blasted flower wanted none of the human souls in the castle, only yours and your sister's seemed to be of its fancy. My only hypnosis on that is due to Chara's soul being that of determination as well, a trait that only resides with a few random people and those directly linked to your family. The flower desires the same kind of soul as Chara had. A soul only you and your kin can provide. It also explains why that flower doesn't bother the townsfolk of the underground. It only appears in areas where you two are."
"So, you've been protecting us all this time?" A careful look to my parents confirmed it before anyone could say much. "Not that I'm ungrateful, but I had absolutely no idea. Is there a reason for you telling me?"
"We believe that that flower will honestly be the most difficult challenge you face, Honey." Taking a seat at the table, my mother pulled me closer to her, her hands holding tightly onto my own. "That flower honestly is the only truly evil creature down below the surface that wishes malice upon anyone it greets. It's been hunting you every night since you left the ruins. Around that time is when we discovered Wingding's spirit, working together with him as the flower followed you across the underground."
"Damn thin' is persistent though." My father snarled at the thought. "Been following ya everywhere. Stays away when yer with Sans though, think he can sense the thin'."
"He can?"
"My goodness, we're getting terribly off topic." Wingdings brought our attention back to him with that comment. I and my mother had the decency to look ashamed while my father just shrugged at the skeleton. "Now that you have agreed, I can finally give you a gift you rightfully deserve. Something that will help in keeping you safe from that flower as well as progress in the task you are helping me with."
I blinked. Turning to face my parents, neither of them showed an ounce of knowledge about the subject. "A gift?"
"A new arm."
A shaky breath left me as his words hit home. For months, I'd been without my arm that I'd removed myself during the chase with Undyne. My wide eyes glanced at him with unbelievable hope. My hand raced to cover my mouth and hide the terrible squeak that escaped me.
"Really?"
"Yes, I believe that this arm I'm to create for you will be most helpful. Especially as keeping gazes off you for those who are unaware that you are human yet. You could show off this arm, even just part of the hand and no one would question that you are of the monster kind. It will be an arm composed of your magic. The difficult part will be molding your magic into mine. I will need to grow a new bone off your own, which will be fairly painful, so it would be best to sleep during this time."
I felt a bit hesitant as I heard that. I didn't want to have the others see me in that weakened position. "Won't the others find me? I can't imagine that being a good thing for them to see me in that state."
"Ah, not to worry. While you have been resting, your parents and I have taken temporary control over your body to bring you by the Snowdin lake, far out on the outskirts of town where a protected little igloo sits. The boys and I built that many years ago. Sans used to hide out there when he needed some alone time before you girls arrived. It will be a perfect place to hide while I use my scientific knowledge and some small amounts of determination magic to begin crafting that arm." Wingdings tapped his chin in thought. "Granted, it's entirely possible that Sans could still find us, but at least the general populace would not."
"Will the process take a long time?"
"You will hardly even notice." The skeleton's hand landed on my shoulder in comfort. "You will spend the time here with your parents while I work. I will most likely vanish for a short time as I leave the space your parents have created here within your soul. Once it is over with, you shall wake and leave us for the time being."
"Good," my father snickered, his glowing eyes gleaming in merit. "Means I can pester my daughter about that son a yours."
"Oh yes!" I felt my face turn an ugly red as my mother giggled at the new subject matter. "I want to hear of your feelings for Sans too! We'll get all the details to tell you later Wingdings!"
"I will be eager to hear of this when I return then."
"MOM!? DAD!?"
At my modified cry, all of the other adults laughed. I saw Wingdings give me a devious smile before he vanished from the dream we were inside of, off to work on his little project for me.
"Now let's hear about all the moments you had with Sans!"
I regret everything…
Witch's Note:
Oh, my lord! Ha ha! Talk about an ending to a crazy chapter! So, Wingdings Gaster is the first one we get to see out of the four different arcs! And oh my goodness! Angel's gonna get a new arm?! What the hell!?
Betcha that wasn't what any of you were thinking, were you?
But the heck with me and my ramblings! Let's move onto the reviews!
Dasansi: Ooo! Wingdings is your favorite character? Nice! I hope I did him justice in this chapter here for you. Sadly, with him being a ghost, we won't see him much. But there will be chances where we'll see him.
Also, I saw that little extra review you did for the earlier chapter when re-reading! Awe! You discovered who we're like! I don't know if anyone else we've written about is in our story… what do you think Mystic Girl? Any thoughts on that?
Mystic Girl: I… do… but I'm not gonna say who. But I'm glad you finally figured out that I am Frisk!
Me: And before I forget, did you just triple pun us? Nice! Keep 'em coming!
Not A Shady Guy: Oh Shady, you're so kind to us! So many comments to enjoy! An R rated film? Well, I guess that's not going to be too far from the truth when it comes to that section of the story! I hope you enjoy it when it comes along. We're on the Wingdings Gaster one right now as you just found out.
And you're eager for the appearance of Mettaton? Oh boy. This is gonna be interesting! Not gonna tell you why! But I will give some hints! I decided to write Mettaton a little differently then I've seen most people write about her/him. You'll see how I set her/him in the story. I don't want to say much more or I'm afraid I'll spoil it. Though I will admit that Mettaton's section of the story is the one I'm most worried for because of how different I think I wrote it. Promise to be honest when she/he comes around, okay?
RoseCentury: Awe! Ya gotta have your sugar! I don't know about you, but I keep a secret stash of dark chocolate with sea salt in some bags or cupboards of mine for my terrible sweet tooth.
(My best friend stares at me with this unimpressed glare.)
Me: Okay! Fine! It's a handful of bars, a bag of chocolates, a box or two of those quick and easy cake in a cup things, and a container of ice cream in the fridge! And I can bake when I feel like it. Give me a break! I love my sugar!
Mystic Girl: More like an obsession!
Me: I don't see you complaining when I put out multiple chapters when I'm high on it.
Mystic Girl: I never said that, now did I? (She gave me a sinister grin before hugging my shoulders) Love ya Sis.
Me: (Scowling at her) Yeah, fuck you too.
Thechaosmaster: Oh my god… (I smack my head in my frustration) I sweat, dear sister of mine, that you managed to get so many of my reviewers to your side for trying to kill off any character that causes frustration or harm. I swear…
Mystic Girl: Yeah! Duh! Are you really surprised by that?
Me: I really shouldn't be at this point. But moving on, I'm so excited about the new characters that we're all gonna see and that you know most of them! I won't say if you're right or not with Muffet. But if you dare to take the time and re-read carefully through old chapters, maybe you can figure out if it is her or not. Or give you other ideas? I don't want to suggest anything at this point.
And before I forget Chaos, for the music, Mystic Girl sadly hasn't heard any of the songs. I on the other hand have heard a plethora of them on the internet, but I'm not sure if I've heard that variety. I'm gonna go check out that artist, which I have heard of before, and see what you suggested! I'll let you know next time about it!
But super excited that you are excited for some of the characters upcoming! Can't wait to see you react to this most recent chapter!
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I love how everyone seems to be so happy about Wingdings Gaster! Hoping you liked this chapter with him heavily included along with the parents of Angel and Frisk! Hope you all liked them!
Alright! Now you crazy folks! Another chapter done and until we get back together next week! Don't forget to review since we need to find out what happened to Angel or if anyone finds her in a bad position. (cough Sans cough)
Love you all and see you next week!
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