Baelfire's POV

The icy wind hit my face and neck again causing an uncontrollable shiver to run through my body. My scarf untangled from around my neck causing it to fly out of my coat for the third time now as the wind rushed past. I quickly released my hands from their designated pockets of my coat to wrap the soft material back around my neck, now twisting the two sides tightly together and quickly tucking it back into my coat before the next blast of cold wind could rush past. Even out in this weather, there were still crowds of people rushing through the streets, cars driving carefully on the snow-filled roads, shops, and cafes frozen to the windowsill in snow as the winter season dreaded on for months on end.

I've managed to survive on my own so far but trying to adapt to all these new changes in a foreign world has not been easy. It had been almost two years now since the night he abandoned me. I remembered the strain in my voice as I screamed begging for him to leave his dagger behind and come with me through the portal. I remember the look on his face as he let go of my arm and held onto his dagger to keep him falling through. I wanted a better life for us, a fresh start in a land without magic. I was so desperate to make him change that I believed he would come with me and leave his power behind. I was wrong. It hurt to know that magic was more of a risk of losing than his own son. He proved that when he chose to stay behind. He clearly didn't want me and I didn't need him...not anymore. I finally got what I wanted, to be free of magic and its power. Living in this world has proven that so far.

I had only walked a block yet my fingers were nearly frozen to the bone as I pulled open the ice-cold door handle of the convenience store. I sighed in relief as I stepped inside to the heated store, hearing the familiar beeping sound of the door shutting behind me. I turned to the old cashier who gave me the same warm smile he always did as he unpacked a box on the counter. I stomped off the snow from my boots before walking into the first aisle, my stomach instantly growling as I eyed the stacks of packaged food on the shelves.
I grabbed my usual before glancing around the store to see that I was the only other customer in here except for another man who was standing in front of the fridges full of cold drinks. I grabbed two small chocolate bars and shoved them into my coat before walking to the counter, now grabbing the attention of the cashier who had been keeping busy unpacking boxes. The only thing I did miss in the enchanted forest was that you could easily trade for food outside of the kingdom. Here, however, I quickly learned that money was the only way a person could afford to eat. For a sixteen-year-old who was not even close to becoming an adult yet...living life on your own was not easy.

I forced a smile as I fished out the money I had sitting in my pocket, placing it on the counter. The cashier returned a smile as he began scanning the items. I glanced along the shelves behind the old man before stopping at the circle mirror that was sitting in the corner of the ceiling reflecting the entire store. That's when I noticed the man from earlier. He was still standing in the same spot in front of the cold drinks. Why would he want to buy a cold drink on one of the coldest snow days of the season?

I quickly averted my eyes when I saw him suddenly turn around, his eyes meeting with mine for a split second before I turned to the cashier. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I heard his footsteps walking down the aisle. The cashier handed me my purchased items in a bag and I quickly thanked him before rushing to the door. I walked down the street quickening my pace. The cold didn't seem to take the same effect now that uneasy feeling had permanently settled in my stomach.

I glanced behind me once reaching halfway down the block to see the same man quickly walking after me. I looked over my shoulder and my stomach tied in a knot. He was still following me and now he was running. I turned back around moving in between people who gave me strange looks as I quickly ran through the snow. I was almost out of breath until I reached my apartment building. I wasted no time in running up the old stairwell before rushing down the hall until I reached the apartment door. I was fiddling with the keys that were hidden in my coat pockets, my numb fingers eventually fishing them out before jamming them into the lock of the door.

"Are you alright there, kid?"

I flinched feeling my stomach drop to the floor for a quick moment as I turned around to Ms. Felps; the old woman who lived by herself in the apartment across from mine. Her door was creaking open slightly as one side of her face could be seen peeking through the small gap that she left. I glanced back down the hall which was empty and quiet allowing my uneasy breaths to finally steady as I nodded before turning back to Ms. Felps who had followed my gaze down the hall.

"Just rushing back from the cold," I said giving the old woman a small smile in hopes that she would believe me, but of course she asked the same question she always did.

"Is your father inside?"

I nodded and her squinted eyes relaxed.

"Better not go wandering off on your own now, it's getting late." She warned before disappearing behind the door.

I turned around, now placing the key swiftly into the lock since the blood had circulated back through my hands. I walked into the apartment, quickly closing and locking the door behind me as I placed the bag from the convenience store on the coffee table. I picked out one of the chocolate bars I had in my coat pocket before falling back onto the couch. I pulled the wrapping off before taking a bite of the delicious bar. They never had anything like it in the enchanted forest. As nice as it was before I knew it I was left with only the wrapper.

I looked around the apartment before I noticed something ruffling against the window. I stood from the couch and walked closer to the window to see a postcard trapped beneath the windowsill, the half outside the window flapping in the wind. I held the corner of the postcard before sliding it into the apartment, quickly looking over the picture of what looked like an old clock tower painted in yellow with the name Storybrooke in front across the card. I turned the postcard over only to drop it from my hands and step back from the card once I had read what had been written on the back.

I know your secret...Baelfire

There was no name signed and no address. That was the only thing that was written in the middle of the blank postcard. I stared at it for a long time as the name I had not called myself by for years now had found its way back to me. I had abandoned that name long ago, I never wanted to hear it or see it ever again, and now my past was haunting me. My eyes flickered over the card that remained still on the cold wood floor before moving across the room, landing on the lighter that sat above the stove. Without a second thought, I grabbed the lighter and the postcard.

Even in this cold I felt myself beginning to sweat in fear as I held the small flame below the postcard, watching intently as I waited impatiently as the flame slowly grew, burning away at the card and taking the name with it. I let the card go as the last part burnt away until I was left staring outside the windowsill down to the busy city street. It wasn't until the ringing of my phone filled the entire apartment that I jumped feeling the firing of goosebumps across my skin. I turned around to see an unknown number across the screen of my phone. I stared at the screen hoping the caller would eventually hang up but the constant ringing filled the apartment, it's never-ending call forcing me to take small steps towards the phone until I had it placed to my ear.

A man's voice spoke swiftly through the phone,

"I'm afraid it's going to take a lot more than that, Baelfire. Burning a postcard won't do anything to erase who you really are."

I felt my stomach slowly sink as I looked down at the lighter in my hand. I waited a moment trying to find the courage to speak back to the stranger but no words could come out as my thoughts spoke instead. How could he know that name? The name I thought I would never hear again now sounded so foreign. It was a part of me I wanted to be left behind. I never wanted to hear it again and now it was coming from a stranger. I swallowed the lump in my throat, finally finding my voice.

"W-Who are you?"

The man replied without hesitation as if he had been planning the conversion. I was only left stuck in confusion to what he said next.

"A friend."

A friend?

That was one thing I remember vividly when living in the enchanted forest. The other children in my village wouldn't dare think of becoming friends with the son of the dark one. Their parents kept them away at all times; protecting them from any harm they could encounter. They wouldn't come near us. They were scared of my father and that same fear followed for me. Neverland was different. I was finally in a place where nobody knew who I was. They weren't scared of me; they looked up to me, they wanted to fight alongside me. But I still kept my distance, for I knew I would betray them one day. Once I learned what a twisted place Neverland truly was, and I knew I had to dedicate each remaining day to find a way off the island. I escaped leaving those memories behind me. The worst erased from my mind...until now.

"You don't need to be scared. You and I, we're more alike than you would think." The man spoke, his breath rushing into the phone as I heard him carrying his feet heavily in the background like he was walking through...snow.

"It was you..." I said quietly before my grip tightened around the phone, "You were the one chasing me."

"I didn't mean to scare you like that. I just wanted to talk but before I could you had already run out the door. You see, it was quite hard to find you in this world, I'm still getting used to it again."

This world...

"I know where you were from, Baelfire and it's certainly not here in this world."

I furrowed my brows, speaking quietly into the phone.

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Because I'm from the same place that you were from," He paused for a moment as if debating whether to continue, "...and I know your father."

My eyes widened as I pulled the phone slightly away from my ear while my arm began to weigh down.

He knows my father?

"But that's not the reason why I came to find you. There's a more serious problem that I mean to discuss with you." He said all too quickly before sighing, "And despite its urgency, it can wait. As for now, I'm going to help you Baelfire, and hopefully, in return, you can help me too."

I remembered that day so clearly even though it has almost been a year now. It turned out that the shady stranger who spoke to me over the phone that day has kept his word, as for the past couple of months he has helped pay for my rent and made sure I have had a proper meal each day. If it weren't for him I probably would have been kicked out of that apartment a long time ago. I had been wondering how long it would take until he would ask for my help in return but I guess I was going to find out today.

I was pulled away from the forever lasting streets of Manhattan, noticing each house, restaurant or cafe appearing more appealing than the next one as the taxi drove down the street. I heard another message sound through the taxi and turned away from the window, taking my phone out of my pocket before looking closely at the two messages on the screen.

The reservation is under your name.
Don't be late

My eyes widened as I reread the text message.

Under my name?

After a moment I sighed and relaxed into the seat once understanding what he meant. What I couldn't understand was when the taxi suddenly came to a steady stop at the side of the road behind the other cars that were lined down the street, leaving me with my lips parted in shock at the cafe that looked beyond anything I could ever afford to eat.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked the driver who simply nodded, his hands still on the wheel ready to drive off.

"This is the location you told me, sir."

Usually, we spoke in the apartment; maybe go out to the small diner across the street but he didn't tell it was going to be anything this fancy. It was only then that I felt my stomach sink in regret. What did he plan on asking my help for? The more I thought about it, the less I realised I had been keeping the driver waiting impatiently for my fair. I apologised, handing him the money quickly before stepping out of the taxi. I was left looking up at the outer walls of the cafe that stood out in a rose red with white calligraphy painted above the entrance. Hanging baskets of flowers in shades of yellow and white lined the cafe windows, inside sat couples and groups of people in velvet chairs at the window as mouth-watering desserts were placed on top of the round glass table tops.

Surely this couldn't be the place.

I heard my phone sound again and looked down to see another message on the screen.

Hurry up and go inside, I'm waiting for you so I can order

I guess this was it then. I pushed open the glass door, my eyes glancing around the giant room that was filled with chairs and tables, separated by walls of flowers that matched the same as those placed outside. Red and white walls surrounded the room as chandeliers placed on the ceiling. A small classical band was playing soothing music in one corner of the room while guests talked amount themselves. I couldn't help but breathe in the sweet smell of cakes and pastries that were being made in the open kitchen across the room, the glass walls allowed you to see the pâtissiers hard at work, each one of them concentrating on a specific task, crafting the deserts and cakes to perfection. They presented them along the glass cabinet, rows of different shapes and sizes were left on display for customers to crowd over as they pointed in awe.

"Excuse me, have you made a reservation?"

I turned to be met with a woman standing behind the cafe reservation station. I had been so caught up that my mind had gone blank making me almost forgot the reason why I was here in the first place. I turned to the woman who was waiting for my reply.

"Yes, I have," I said and she nodded, placing her finger beside a long list of names that ran down the page in front of her.

"May I have your name please?"

"Neal Cassidy."

Her finger traced down the page, stopping halfway before she turned to a waitress passing by. The waitress clearly knew what to do as she stood in front of me with her arm out in the direction of the stairs while the other woman attended to the guests behind me.

"If you would follow me, sir, I will show you to your seat."

I followed the waitress up the white marble stairs, my eyes still glancing around at the room below until I reached the second floor. The room upstairs had curved long windows lining each red wall, the tables and chairs were scattered across the room with the same set up as the floor below.

"Your table is in the left corner beside the window, sir."

I thanked the waitress before walking past a few tables of people until I found him sitting at a table in the corner of the room, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand as he stared out the window. He dressed the way he always had since the day I met him, his signature leather jacket was zipped up while his black leather gloves were placed in front of him on the table. His attention only turned away from the window once I stood before the table, his blue eyes meeting mine as he held his hand out at the empty chair, gesturing for me to sit. I took my seat and my eyes instantly landed on the menu in front of me.

"Go ahead and pick what you want, it's on me."

That was when I stopped reading and looked up at the man sitting across from me.

"August, why are we meeting here?"

His eyes trailed away from the window as he turned to me, but before he could answer my question another waitress had stopped at our table; a notebook and pen out as she asked what he would like to order. August gave her smile as he ordered; the lady then scribbling down his request before turning to me with a smile. I quickly looked down at the menu finding two deserts that had caught my eye when I had sat down; the chocolate mousse and strawberry and cream cheesecake. After giving my request she smiled at the two of us before walking to serve the next table.

"I know how much you love sweets, so I thought we could meet at a dessert cafe. I'm sorry for making you come all the way out here."

He always did this. When I would start asking questions he would never give me an exact answer, or the answer I wanted. Even after all this time, he still hadn't told me the reason why he came here to find me. I was determined to find out.

"If you were that sorry, why did you make me come here in the first place?"

He pointed a fork at me, his cold blue eyes narrowing.

"What's with all the attitude kid. Don't forget, I'm the one who has been paying for your rent and keeping you alive."

I looked down at my hands knowing I was speaking out of line. This wasn't the right way to approach him. Sure he easily dodged questions but I needed to find a way to get him to tell me what he's hiding from me.

"Right, I'm sorry."

Once again the lady returned with a tray, the distracting smell of the freshly made desserts balanced on top. I couldn't help but stare in awe as she placed them in front of us, my mouth instantly salivating as I stared down at the desserts in front of me. I looked up at August who smirked as he had already started eating his slice of cake.

"You gonna stare at it all day?" He asked with a grin.

I instantly grabbed the small fork that sat beside my plate and sliced through the layers of strawberry, sponge, and cream. After taking a bite my eyes closed as I savoured the sweet taste. I had never had anything like this before. Those chocolate bars were nothing compared to it. After one bite came another until I had almost finished the slice. I had learned that I needed to pace myself if I wanted to continue eating without getting a stomach ache, but having said that, I was already onto the chocolate mousse. It was only when an amused chuckle could be heard from the other side of the table that I looked up to August.

"So, why did you want to see me?" I asked, knowing what he had always asked me in the past. "If it's anything related to that, I told you everything I know."

He put his now empty coffee cup on its plate before giving me his full attention.

"Actually, I want to talk to you about something else." He said which caught me off guard.

I stopped eating and listened.

"I haven't been completely honest with you."

His change of tone was different from the blunt and secretive one he would usually use.

"What are you saying?"

"There is a reason why I'm here, Baelfire," I watched cautiously as he reached into his jacket pocket, curling his fist around something before placing his closed fist on the table. He glanced around at the few people seated near us before turning over his hand and slowly unlocking his fingers. My stomach suddenly felt like it had hit my feet as I stared at the glowing bean in his hand. At first, I was afraid knowing that was the reason why I was separated from my father, but now I was looking at the people around us in worry that someone would see it.

"Y-You...where did you get that!"

I wanted him to tell me what he was hiding but I didn't expect him to reveal anything like that so suddenly. Once seeing my reaction he put the bean back in his pocket. I barely had time to keep up with what he was saying, let alone process the fact that he had placed a magical bean in front of me.

"I was given two beans. One to bring me here to find you. The other is for you to use to find someone else."

"W-What are you talking about!" I stuttered, not being able to keep up with what he was telling me.

He could see I was panicking and an uneasy sigh left his mouth. He waited a moment for me to calm down before he continued explaining.

"Do you remember when I first called you that day and said I would help you if in return you help me." I nodded slowly, waiting to see where he was going with this. "I need you to help me by doing me a favour," He said before pointing to his pocket," This bean and you, are the two reasons I was sent here."

"What do you need me to do?" I asked questionably.

He stopped for a moment and his face fell. With that look, I knew I wasn't going to like what I was about to hear. I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say.

"I need you to go back there-"

"No," I said instantly, knowing exactly what he meant.

I stood from my chair ready to walk away but he was already on his feet, his grip tightly holding my wrist to stop me from moving.

"Wait! Please, just let me explain!"

There was a certain eagerness to his voice that made me sigh and sit back in my chair.

"I know it's hard-"

"Hard?!" I clenched my jaw while digging my fingernails into my skin to stop myself from shouting, "It was nothing close to being hard!"

Before August could say anything I cut him off.

"Do you know how long it took me to escape that place! How much suffering and pain I went through and now you want me to go back! You have no idea what I went through, what he made me go through! I probably made things even worse by being the first to escape; I can't even begin to imagine what he's like now."

I found myself out of breath as I stared down at the table.

"I refuse to bring that back into my life again," I said quietly.

Just when I thought I could finally forget and move on, all of those horrible memories that I tried forcing out of my head had now found their way back to me, reminding me that there really is no escape. It's like someone doesn't want me to ever forget the world of magic I wanted to be left behind. I just keep getting pulled back in.

"Listen Baelfire, I know I can't understand what you went through...but I'm asking you this because you don't have a choice; we don't have a choice."

I looked up from the table to face his shaky blue eyes that stared at me with a look I had never seen on him before.

He was scared...

"What do you mean we don't have a choice..."

August leaned his elbows on the table, his features now stiffening.

"If you don't do this, it doesn't just affect you and me it affects everyone...everything will change!"

"Why did you choose me, why not get someone else to do it!" I shot back, watching August sit back in his chair in frustration as I continued, "You said you know my father; why don't you just make him do it!"

"Because you were the one chosen!" He snapped back as he pointed his finger at me, "They knew you were the only one that could do this because you were the only boy that escaped the island!"

"Who chose me!" I demanded.

August went quiet. It was now his turn to look down at the table.

"Your father..."

I stared at him, convincing myself that I had misheard him and he would eventually realise that what he said was a mistake, but his lips stayed sealed.

"You're wrong..." I said under my breath.

"He was the one that told me to find you, he said to apologise on his behalf-."

"If he wanted to apologise so bad then he should have done it himself, perhaps the night when the coward decided to abandon his own son for magic!"

It was only then that I realised I was speaking too loud as some people glanced at us.

Of course...

August was smart. He picked a place like this knowing I would react the way I am. If we were in the apartment he knows I would have just kicked him out at the mention of magic or my father. He needed to tell me in a public place that was quiet enough for me to not make a scene. I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back in my chair now facing August with a cold stare.

"What do they want me to do," I said through gritted teeth.

"We need you to go back and change the past."

There was always one vivid memory that stuck with me when I would watch from the shadows as my father made deals with those who wished to use dark magic. It was something that was always troublesome for the dark one; to change the past. It required a lot of power and magic; something the dark one would only keep to himself unless it could benefit him. From what I know, changing time was almost near to impossible. We can see into the future, we might come close to a happy ending but life is not as simple as that. There are twists and turns that need to be overcome in order to change a person's fate, but that is one person alone. To change something bigger than that, something bad that could have happened would certainly come at a price no person would be willing to pay.

"What could have possibly happened in the future that's that bad it needs to be changed?"

"Trust me, kid, you don't want to know," August said causing my fists to tighten even more.

"If I go back there I might get killed, I want to know what I'm getting myself involved in if it's going to cost me my life."

"You can't know. If you do, you could ruin the chances of changing the future. It's better for all of us that you know only what you need to." August explained.

"That must be where it all starts then, isn't it? In Neverland."

August fell silent and I knew I was right.

"So what am I supposed to do if I somehow manage to get back there?"

"I need you to find someone and make sure they're still alive."

I looked at August in disbelief, my anger reaching its limits as I almost shouted across the table.

"That's it!? Go through all that; go to hell and back, just to make sure that someone is still alive!"

"You don't understand. If she doesn't make it out of there alive then everything will fall apart!" August shouted.

His eyes widened in realisation once he saw that I noticed too.

"She?" I questioned before shaking my head knowing there was no way it could be possible, "You must be wrong, there are no girls on Neverland."

"They weren't wrong because they saw her there on the island. That was before something went wrong and we were cut off."

"Why is she so important?"

"Because if you can get to her and tell her exactly what I say, she will not only reset time in the world we came from but in Neverland too."

"That's impossible, time is frozen in Neverland."

"It can only be possible if you go back," August said before giving me a serious look. "Baelfire, I can't imagine what you went through on that island. But what you might go through in the future will be nothing compared to it if you don't do this."

I waited a moment trying to think if I could really consider going back, although it doesn't look like I have much of a choice. I fiddled with my fingers on the table trying to think it through before I consider putting my life on the line.

"One bean means it's a one-way trip. How will I escape?"

"The bean isn't to get you in Neverland, it's to get you out. I have another way to get you in, that I know you won't like, but it's the only option we have."

My head shot up to August and I stopped fiddling with my hands but before I could say anything he continued talking.

"Once you find the girl and reveal only what I tell you to, then you can escape again. I will go into the details later and talk you through exactly how you will get in and out of Neverland alive, but for now, I'll explain how the bean works. It's not like the one you used to get to this world, the bean I'll be giving you has special properties to erase the memories of anyone who falls through the portal once the bean has been cast. You need to make sure no one follows you; that no one knows about the bean or jumps in, especially the girl."

"I won't remember anything?"

"You will go back to your life here as if you hadn't of left. You won't remember going back to Neverland and you won't remember meeting me or the conversation we're having right now. It's to ensure that everything falls in place." August explained.

"Can I at least know her name?"

August hesitated for a moment but sighed in defeat.

"Her name is Emily." August said before glancing up at me, "You can't ask any more questions. We can't risk you knowing more than you should."

I nodded and looked down at my plate, scraping around the last of the crumbs with my fork. There was a calm silence across the table as August left me to think. After a moment I turned to him.

"So this is the last time I'll ever see you again?" I asked but to my surprise, August shook his head.

"For now." He said before a small chuckle escaped his lips, "I have met you before, it hasn't occurred in your life yet but we will meet again in the future, for a different reason."

"You won't tell me what that reason is, will you?"

He shook his head, "I'll leave that for you to find out when the time comes."

"How will I know when that time comes?"

"I will do what I've always done; I'll send you a postcard," August says, showing me the same smile he always did before he would leave the apartment.

It would always remind me that he was coming back, but now it was different. I watched him pull the bean back out of his leather pocket. His closed fist slid across the table, now placing the bean in my hand before sliding his hand back. I looked uneasily at the bean before placing it in my pocket.

"Keep that safe," August said as he stood from his chair, putting his gloves back on.

I tried to force a smile but knowing what I'm going to go through again could only make me think of all the bad memories I wanted gone forever. I was terrified of going back there again, of facing the lost boys and Pan. I was scared he was going to kill me as soon as I stepped foot on the island. I stood from my chair only to have August wrap his arm over my shoulder as he messed up my hair making me groan as I tried to push the hair out of my face. He laughed and let me go once we reached the stairs, watching in amusement as I tried to fix the mess on my head until we reached the door. We both stood outside the cafe and August held out his hand for me to shake. I scoffed with a smile at his parting gesture as I shook his hand, only for a grin to place on his face as he pulled me into a hug. I was a little shocked at the kind gesture, but I soon smiled against his chest as I wrapped my arms around him.

"You're going to be okay, kid," August said.

Something inside me felt like it was pulling at my chest as my eyes began to water. It was a feeling I haven't felt in a very long time. The dark one rarely showed affection to me, most of the time I was afraid of him just like everyone else was. All I had ever wanted was a father, and instead, he abandoned me to keep his magic. I knew that August cared about me and now that he was leaving me it made me realise how much of a father he really was to me. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I shut my eyes tightly.

He's going to leave me again...and he's not coming back this time.

"Don't worry kid, I'll see you again," August reassured me.

I quickly wiped my eyes, feeling embarrassed as I looked at the ground, letting my hair cover my eyes until I had pulled myself together. August had pulled away and given me one last smile before signalling for a taxi that had now pulled over in front of us. I opened the back door of the taxi and sat in the seat but before I could close the door I turned to August.

"Thank you. For everything you did for me." I said sincerely causing August to smile and nod.

August's POV

I watched as the taxi drove away before reaching into my back pocket and pulling out my phone. I scrolled through until I found the right number, placing it to my ear as I heard the dialling begin. It wasn't a moment later before the call was picked up.

"Did you do it?"

"Yeah, it's done."

"We need you to come back to Storybrooke, things have gotten worse."

I could hear loud crashing and shouting coming from the other end of the phone causing my grip to tighten.

"What happened?"

"He's back."

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!

I know it was different from my usual chapters but please know that this chapter his very important and contains some hints to future chapters O.O! So please don't skip it! I also really wanted to show you some backstory to Baelfire's secretive character.

Big things are coming...be ready.

Thank you for waiting so patiently for each chapter and for still sticking with this story, I hope it was worth the wait.

Also, thank you for all your comments and feedback, it is really helpful for me to know your opinions! The beginning of this story is very unprepared and I need to go back and add in more descriptions and fix up the characters a bit, so I apologise if that annoyed you. I was not as confident back then but I hope I had made some improvement.

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