The Red Hope
Chapter 4: In the Shadows, They Hide
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First off, I'd like to say sorry for anyone who was expecting me to update; due to the squeezed in exams that my school has been having everyone in my grad take, so I'm rather tight on free time. But, on the bright side, good news guys! I finished part of the exams that I was supposed to take! But don't celebrate yet; I still have a lot more tests to study and prep for -_-" So please be patient with me while this intense studying period happens! I tried to make this chapter just a little bit longer than normal, so hopefully, this should help. For this chapter, it isn't exactly about Atsuko this time, and instead, we're getting a different viewpoint.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favored, and followed this story! You guys are such awesome people! In response to the guest reviews . . .
Guest (Alice): Merci beaucoup! J'espère que vous aimez mon histoire!
Guest: I understand that you would like me to continue updating to make some explanations, but please be patient! This is one of the busiest times of the school year for me! It's really hard when the all the teachers begin to cram for all of their subjects last minute. As for the OC's, I promise it will pay off; all of these OC's are really important, and will play a huge role for Atsuko's growth in the future! Please bear with me! Other than that, I hope you continue reading and liking this story!
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"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." –William Shakespeare
Nothing disturbed the group when they laid down to rest.
Slowly, as the sun set, dark, almost ghostly, versions of things surrounding the camp seemed to have shed their outer personalities, as if trying to adapt to the dark.
No one moved.
No one spoked.
All was quiet.
It was night right now.
It was still rather early in the day when the group decided to camp out; sleeping rolls and blankets were set, two people sent to gather food, two to get water, and another two for firewood. It was around, perhaps a few hours before sunset, when they regrouped for dinner. Said dinner really wasn't much; edible berries, a little bit of rabbit and fish—really not much.
But that was okay—the group was used to traveling and finding limited amount of food and resources (though that wasn't very healthy. Or recommended.)
Finally, when everybody seemed somewhat full, and finally settled in comfortably (as comfortable as they could get anyways) around the camp, they decided to call it a night. They made sure to put out the fire, and curled up in their own individual sleeping rolls quietly to sleep.
This was not normal.
Most certainly, indefinitely, not normal.
Usually, the normal nights were be different from these ones; after doing everything necessary, all of them would chatter over the fire while eating their meals. They wouldn't talk about anything specific. They just talked comfortably between themselves; they would each joke and tell stories and fairy tales to each other (whether they were real or not, whether they sounded ludicrous, ridiculous or actually credible). After each of them would spend all of their energy, they would yawn, wishing each other a good night's rest before promptly falling asleep.
But this was different.
So so different.
These last few nights, there was no talking, laughing, joking, or story telling of any kind. These last few nights were spent in solemn silence; all of them were carefully trying to side step around a dangerous and fragile web of cracks that could grow. And each of them were also trying to cope with what recently happened, trying to struggle for an answer of why it happened.
(They had, after all, witnessed a tragedy.
It was sudden.
It was brief.
It was surprising.
It was painful for her.)
And even though she was just so so tired . . . She just couldn't close her eyes!
She couldn't sleep; for the past few nights, she was constantly on guard, and because of that, she was extremely reckless. Deciding that trying to fall asleep was useless, she wriggled out of her sleeping roll. She stood up and stretched her limbs slightly; she quietly looked back to see the group; there were light snores and soft murmurs, but no one was awake.
It was peaceful. It was quiet.
It was also very suffocating.
She couldn't stand it. She didn't know why, but the group had been awfully quiet, and she suspected that she was the reason why and she just couldn't stand it.
Making her decision, she quietly snuck towards her bag, and rummaged through the contents; she carefully pulled out a brown cloak that was slightly dirtied, along with a yellowed piece of parchment paper that was folded, a leather-bound book, and a small bottle. She quickly fastened the cloak around herself for warmth and looked back once at the sleeping group before quietly walking away from the camp.
She walked.
She was doing nothing but walking for a while now.
She walked along the bumpy road (not that you could call it such—really, it was only just a path of rocks and dirt. Perhaps it should be called a trail?), being careful not to trip over them in the dark. She stepped past the tree that they had marked earlier, the medium sized moss-covered boulder they took a break on, the rushing river they collected their water from.
She paid them no heed.
She ignored them.
She did however, pause very briefly when a breeze blew by, rustling the leaves, the grass, and her hair. As it did this, she reached up, and ever so gently touched her scarlet locks; she ran one of her hands through them, the limb effortlessly moving through the silky strands. When she reached the ends of her hair, she gripped them tightly, her hand clenching them turning pale. She looked at the grass, then at the leaves, then at the sky.
For a while, she did nothing but look back and forth at these things. The hand gripping her hair tightened even more.
Then, a leaf blew by and settled down at the grass below, right by her feet.
Then she started walking again.
As she did so, the movement managed to stir the leaf, and it flew, following her.
For a long time, she kept walking; she let her feet lead her to wherever they wanted to go. She didn't complain. It felt like she really needed this. So she just went with it.
'Why bother?' She thought to herself. 'It would probably (hopefully) serve as a good distraction from her own thoughts.'
After a while, her feet stopped. She looked around at her surroundings. What she saw made her blink.
A giant tree.
It was right before her.
Her rosy eyes blinked again; they carefully scrutinized the mighty tree before her; small, but bountiful green leaves stuck to the branches they've grown on, or laid comfortably on the ground and drifting lazily in the air from the cool breeze. A large, thick trunk rooted firmly into the earth. Long, supple branches carefully stretching and spreading themselves out from the tree, testing and exploring their boundaries, extending the forest they were planted in.
Atsuko was not in just the presence of one of the trees in this forest; she was standing before a giant.
It exerted its years of growth.
It demanded for attention upon itself.
It nurtured the other living things in the forest.
It was beautiful.
She was in the presence of art sculpted by Mother Nature herself.
Atsuko quietly stood before the tree, giving it the silent respect it deserves.
She didn't move. Not even when an owl hooted somewhere. Or when a small critter scurried by her. Or when the chirps of a cricket nearby filled the air again.
The songs of nature filled the silence.
The silence the setting offered was broken.
Oddly enough, she didn't mind.
But, still she did not move.
She was focused solely on the giant before her.
Then, as if in a trance, she took a hesitant step forward; one by one, she walked in tiny careful steps towards the tree, as if it would run if she got closer. Chiding herself for the silly thought, she continued to move forward until she was met with the sight of the tree's trunk before her.
She looked up again; the trunk that sprouted from the earth seemed to stretch into the air above her endlessly, as if reaching for the sky.
She reached out and gently touched the bark on the tree; its rough texture and delicate shape wrapped around the tree entirely, as if it was a gentle hug that protected it from outsiders.
It was standing tall and proud. It was standing defiantly from its place in the earth.
Atsuko liked that.
'Challenge accepted.'
She tucked that folded piece of yellowed paper inside the journal before putting that and the small bottle inside of her cloak. Then, she tensed, and she grabbed a hold of the tree's bark. Carefully, one step at a time, she managed to get herself off of the ground; she worked her way up the tree, using loose pieces of bark and the nearby branches to her advantage. Every once and a while, she made sure to stop and take a quick rest, just to make sure that she didn't faint before reaching the top.
Finally, she managed to claw her way out of a tangle of green leaves and wood, only for her rosy eyes to widen.
Though a couple of hours passed when she started to climb the tree, no more than two perhaps, the sky was still etched in the period of night. Stars were inked throughout the sky, spread out and dotted, but they sparkled brightly relentlessly against the rest of the dark. Looking a bit more closely, she could see the faint connections that each of the stars had—the constellations.
From this height, she could get a better view of what the true meaning of what 'night' really was.
The sight of night sky seemed to help her relax; her muscles that she had unconsciously tightened (when did she ever do that? She didn't remember doing that.), loosened ever so slowly. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she breathed in the night air deeply.
Here, she could feel the satisfaction at climbing the tree by herself humming throughout her body, feel content with just sitting quietly in the tree, looking at the sky, watching the stars.
She took another deep breath. 'Really,' she thought. 'Quite a leisure.'
How wonderful and blissful that sounded.
She was almost tempted. Almost.
But, as they say, bliss is ignorance.
And ignorance it was indeed.
"The truth really is ugly, isn't it?" She whispered to herself, shivering even though she wasn't cold, and wrapped her cloak around her more tightly.
There were many things to be done. She had an agenda to follow after all; things to change, sights to see, people to meet.
So so much to do, and so so little amount of time needed to accomplish it.
The weapon strapped to her side warmed for a minute. She paused, opening her eyes. She reached down to her waist, and fingered it. A symbol glowed underneath her finger.
Her eyes softened, and she sighed.
"Better get started with this stuff then." She said aloud to herself. Then, she reached down and pulled out the things she grabbed earlier, taking extreme caution not to drop them (that would just be disastrous.)
She opened the yellow folded piece of paper, and it crinkled in the air, the crisp sound temporarily breaking the silence. She smoothed it out a bit, before leaning down to place it in her lap and examined it.
A map was spread out before her; small sketches and words of landmarks and countries looked back at her. She took out the journal from earlier, and briefly flipped through a few of the written pages. The journal was filled with small and detailed notes, each filled with her unique writing pattern. She stopped at the most recent entries at the middle of the journal, pausing to examine the smooth and elegant script quickly.
Black words leading to paragraphs met her inspection. Her eyes quickly scanned and scrolled down.
"June 7h,
Recently arrived at the village of—"
She stopped and closed her eyes. She decided to skip that note.
She flipped to the next page.
"June 10th,
We're all settled in right now. Auntie—" She closed her eyes. Then she opened them again, choosing to read a little further down the paragraph.
"I don't know why, but there is this funny feeling throughout the village. It's like . . . something is surrounding it; it's like it's trying to suffocate the air, trying to taint it. I don't exactly know what this is; I've already talked to the others about this, and they agree that they can feel it. Nobody else in the village can sense it. Tomorrow, we're going to walk around the village's perimeter and area to investigate. If my thoughts are right, then no doubt, they have set their eyes on this village. My only question is, why?
Why bother with this specific one? Weren't they already done with it when they fished me out? I have no idea if the others are involved, but seeing as how this town is part of their territory, and the fact that I was born here, this will most likely be brought to their attention after all; clearly, the witch has a few more tricks going around that wicked mind of hers, and it has something to do with home.
But that still doesn't answer my question.
I really hope this village will be able to continue these peaceful times; there are so many nostalgic things that I see every time I simply walk around. It helps me think and relax and just lets me act like myself again, if only temporarily. But, then again, she never did particularly like peace.
Or me.
She's up to something; this isn't about the grudge she had whenever she saw me walking around freely, or when I would try my best to be acknowledged.
She's up to something.
I just know it.
I'm not about to let that happen.
I won't let her.
I can't let her.
She's already ruined so many things. But I can't and won't let her ruin this for them.
No matter what, they're the ones who deserve to live happily the most."
She turned the next few pages, skimming for a bit, until she reached the latest entry.
"June 15th,
The village is being watched. I can feel it. Why, I'm honestly not sure, but I have my guesses; most likely, they are waiting for us to make the wrong move. We'll have to be smart about this. We can't afford any mistakes. I'll update again when more information about they're patterns, movements, and goals are gathered.
But this I know; this is going to be the biggest thing we're going up against so far."
She closed her eyes again. When she opened them, her rosy eyes were filled with a mix of different emotions; sadness, anxiety, and determination.
She gently closed the journal and quietly turned to the map; she began tracing paths and routes with her index finger. Her rosy eyes flickered between various different emblems of different countries, narrowing her eyes only at two before moving on. Then, she reached a labeled sketch of what seemed to be a large ravine.
She paused.
" . . . Magnostadt . . . Reim . . . and the Great Rift, huh?" She muttered. Not once did her finger stop moving.
There was something bright in the corner of her eyes. She turned her head slightly.
Faint light caught her attention. She looked back at the map, then turned back at the sky to see dawn peeking slightly over the horizon.
Sunrise was coming in a few hours, if not soon; the soft oranges and purples of dawn and dusk were mixed together, creating a breathtaking scene.
Her rosy eyes watched it for a moment.
"Beautiful." She whispered.
This is was one of the things that she wanted to protect. Such a simple thing like this gave her the strength to continue forward with her mission, to believe that she and her friends were doing the right thing.
'But,' she reminded herself. 'As long as they are still out there, no one will be able to see the sunrise again.'
"Do not forget," The weapon at her side warmed again, sensing her discomfort. "I will help you. Your wish is my will, my king."
She closed her eyes. 'I know.' She held the weapon in her grasp tightly. The bitter thought dispelled itself from her mind. 'Thank you.'
For a moment, she stayed like that. Then, she quickly pocketed her things, and carefully began to put one foot down on a branch cautiously, in a way to prepare herself to scale down the tree.
"Need some help princess?"
Her feet and hand stilled as she paused at the voice; it was filled with a snarky and sarcastic attitude, with a somewhat underlying message of 'seriously'?
" . . . Not really." She replied. She began going down the tree again. "But thanks for offering."
"Are you sure about that?" A yawn followed her question. "You could accidently break a nail."
"Haha. Very funny." She deadpanned back at her.
"I'm serious. Wouldn't want you to fight with a chipped nail, princess."
"Pretty sure. Anyways, breaking a nail is highly unlikely."
"Always a possibility." The person shrugged.
"Drop it already," She ordered. "And don't call me that either. I'm not a princess anymore, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say." The person shot back.
There was another pause as the person watched Atsuko continue climbing down the tree.
"Why are you out here anyways?" She finally asked, rubbing her still tired eyes.
"Shouldn't you be back at the camp asleep?" She countered.
"I was. 'Till I saw you leaving it, doing the exact opposite of everybody else." There was a slight grumble in her voice.
"Oh." A pause. She seriously needed to work on her stealth skills more. Her skills must have dropped if one of them heard her moving. Usually, she was very quiet. "Then I'm sorry for waking you up. I'll try and be quieter next time."
"You can make it up to me by making breakfast." She replied dryly. "You know that I like your cooking."
"Then I'll do that when we get back to the camp." She promised.
After she said this, a long pause settled between them. Atsuko continued to carefully work her way down the tree. The person fidgeted in the air nervously.
"Atsuko?"
"Yes, Freya?"
"Well, uh . . . not to be obvious or anything, but . . . well . . . you do realize that you're about a few hundred feet in the air right now?"
Atsuko nodded, still focused on her task. "Your point?"
"My poi-?!" Freya sputtered. "If you make a wrong move, you'll fall to your death!"
"Yup."
"'Yup'?! I just pointed out that you could potentially die right now, and all you can say is 'yup'?! You're practically being suicidal right now!" Freya ranted.
"I'm not suicidal," Atsuko quipped back informatively, completely calm. "I'm just being extremely adventurous right now."
Freya sweat dropped. " . . . Why do you sound so casual about this?"
"Dunno," She shrugged. "I wasn't trying to be."
"Well you do!"
"Again, not my intention."
"You make it seem like it is!"
"Must I keep repeating myself? It. Is. Not. My. Intention."
A sigh could be heard. There was another pause. The leaves rustled as Atsuko moved.
"Ya know . . ."
"Yes?"
"He'll die of a heart attack if he sees you up here."
"Then don't tell him."
"And if he already knows?"
"Who says that he does?"
"Just saying. Ya know, in theory. As in, if he possibly knew."
"Well, we would have a problem then."
"Oh? How so? Do enlighten me, princess."
"Well . . . First off, he'd blame you for continuing to let me climb down this huge tree."
" . . . Ya got me there. But it wouldn't even be my fault!"
"Wouldn't matter to him. You know how he is."
"Tch. He's such a freakin prick."
"He's a rather helpful prick."
"Hmph. He's still a prick."
"Helpful."
"Still a bloody prick."
"He's also the bloody helpful prick who can drop kick you into enemy territory, make up close to thirty different scenarios and strategies for us, and he can still make a damn good stew," She pointed out. "You shouldn't underestimate him; I trust him with my life and more."
" . . . Fine."
She sighed. "I know that the both of you don't . . . exactly get along, but," She pushed her weight against a branch. "Could you try and cooperate from time to time? I mean, I know you guys do it on the battlefield, but while we're travelling, it would be a nice change in scenery if you didn't insult him half the time."
" . . ."
"Freya? Please? Could you do it, at least for me?"
" . . . Fine. I'll try. But only for you princess. Only 'cause you're my friend."
She smiled. "Thanks Freya."
"Tch. Whatever."
This time it was a comfortable pause.
" . . ."
" . . ."
" . . . Atsuko?"
"Yes?"
"Well . . ."
"Go ahead Freya."
" . . . Why are you still trying to climb down the tree?"
"Duh," She looked back at the other girl behind her. "To get down of course. How else am I supposed to?"
". . . You could just use your djinn, ya know?"
"I know."
Freya raised her eyebrow. "And you know that you could just fly yourself down with it if you wanted to?"
"Yes." Atsuko continued to wriggle her way down.
"Or-or-!"
"Or?"
"Or there's the option that I could just fly you down myself?!" She was starting to get impatient with her, her expression deadpanning at her.
"I'm perfectly aware of that, thank you very much."
"Were you now . . ." One of Freya's eyes twitched in irritation.
"Yes." Atsuko replied coolly.
"Then why won't you do it?!" Freya screeched, throwing her hands up in exasperation.
"Because," Atsuko finally looked up from her task at the female magician floating above her. Her rosy eyes held a mysterious and powerful glint as she smirked. "It's much more fun and satisfying when you do it yourself."
" . . . You are just unbelievable! You're younger than me, but you act like you're the one in charge! You have such a huge amount of confidence in yourself; you like to hope that your plans turn out okay, and if you don't, you like to plan on the dot! You're so nice that it hurts, and sometimes I both love it and hate it! And after all this time, I still can't figure you out! . . . But," She sighed in resignation. "I can't argue with that logic." She crossed her arms behind her head.
Atsuko smiled at her friend. Then, she turned back to look at the sunrise.
"It's a lovely morning, isn't it?" She whispered.
Her companion paused, uncrossing her arms to look at the soft look that had formed on Atsuko's face. She turned quietly to look at the horizon.
"Yeah . . ." She whispered back. " . . . It is."
In a hall of deep shades of red, a large banner displaying the emblem of its country was hung proudly on a huge wall, the only witness to the conversation that was being taken place.
Two shadowed figures sat on top of two intricate thrones, seated directly under the banner. A slightly wrinkled and bumpy hand that was beginning to show signs of age tapped itself impatiently on the arm rest.
"Are you sure about that?" A man's voice, deep, scratchy and irritating, demanded. "Are you absolutely certain about that information?"
The third figure was several feet away, on their knees and bowing deeply. "There is not a doubt." The third figure didn't lift their head.
A growl could be heard in the hall. "Preposterous!" He scoffed, eyes beginning to narrow in anger. "What evidence is there, that could possibly even try to prove that bold claim of yours like this?! I'll tell you, none! Absolutely none!" He continued to rant, the shadows hiding his slowly reddening face. "There is simply no way—"
"If I may, Your Majesty." A woman's majestic voice interjected, stopping the king's rant immediately. Her voice rose and carried over, as if draping the king with thick sheets of silk, and he slowly relaxed and calmed himself.
"What is it?" The king snapped irritated. "Hurry and speak already."
The second figure shifted on top of her slightly smaller throne that was to the right of the king's. Had the shadows not been in the way, the two men would've been able to see the knowing glint in the woman's eyes. "Perhaps we should not be so quick as to dismiss this. What the priest is saying may be true."
The king continued to protest. "But that very idea is—"
"Unlikely." The woman finished. "But," Her eyes flickered, and she smiled pleasantly. "Have I not proved that these men were trustworthy?" Her eyes blinked towards the direction of the walls. Shadows flickered, and they parted to reveal several silhouettes of priests similar to the one kneeling before them. Each of them wielded a gold staff in their grasp, and white veils hid their faces from view.
The king shifted uncomfortably. "Well—"
"Surely you do not doubt them?" The woman's smile disappeared, and she appeared to look distressed. "There one of the finest assets in the court, one of our most best and trusted advisors. They have been such a . . . support to both the crown and the Empire as well. It would be . . . such a shame if we just . . . dismissed their loyalty."
"You are too kind, Empress." All of the priests in the hall spoke in unison, bowing and clasping their staffs in front of them. "We do not deserve those words of praise."
A moment passed. The king sighed. She knew she had won. The queen had to suppress a smirk as she lifted a sleeve to her mouth.
"And," The queen added for good measure. "I have also heard rumors coming from the army as well. Particularly the ones that were posted south from the capital."
This time it was the king's turn to shift in his throne; the only difference was that his movements seemed jerky and uncomfortable. " . . . Go on . . ."
The woman leaned forward, and this time, the king could see a small smile on her pale and youthful face. "Recently, the troops that return south from the capital all pass by a certain village; they all seem to have some rather . . . interesting sightings. They say—" She paused for a moment. Then, her voice dropped to a whisper. "They say that they see a young child. The child has the status of a commoner . . . yet . . . they see the child with the eyes of royalty."
The king's fist trembled. Then, he lifted it up and smashed it into the arm rest of his throne angrily. "I no longer want to hear any part of this-this-nonsense," He spat. "That very notion—"
"Your Majesty," A pale and dainty hand laid itself lightly on top of the angry trembling fist. "Please. Compose yourself. It wouldn't be good for your health if you lose your temper."
They could hear a few deep breaths. Then, a consenting set of grumbles were heard.
"Now then . . . Your Majesty, I have an idea that may please you. As well as . . . hopefully solve this situation." The queen proposed.
A pause. Contemplation. Then, a wave of a knobby hand. "Go on."
The queen smiled. "Since this priest is the one to propose to us such . . . information . . . Why not . . . have him investigate to settle this manner? If he goes to the village directly, he will be able to get evidence of the child's existence. When he does that, we can send the Oracle to confirm if the child . . . truly is what the rumors say." The shadows crept back in to cover the woman's face, as if attempting to hide any form of emotion from view.
"I see." There was a leer forming on the king's face. "Well done Gyokuen. This . . . This is truly a rather . . . well thought idea."
"Not at all," The woman raised a sleeve to her mouth again, as if trying to hide the already hidden smile on her face. "I'm pleased that you agree with the idea. I don't deserve such kind words, Your Majesty. I am simply . . . Doing my duty. As Empress of this country. I merely want what is best for the crown, as well as its people."
"Very well then," The Emperor of Kou nodded. "Now you," He pointed an ashen finger at the kneeling priest as he said this. "I am putting you in charge of this matter: find out if all of this nonsense is . . . true or not. I expect a well detailed report."
"Of course, Your Majesty," The priest bowed again. "When I feel as if I have gathered enough evidence, I will return to report directly to you. Until then, I will remain in the village."
The Emperor waved him away with his hand. "Good. Now that you know your duty, you're dismissed."
"Understood. I shall now take my leave, Your Majesties." The priest bowed once more before exiting the throne room.
"Well then," The Emperor lifted himself off of his throne. "I do believe that I myself must retire to my chambers. All of this nonsense has made me a bit tired."
"Please don't overexert yourself, Your Majesty," There appeared to be some concern in the Empress's eyes. "You must think about your health."
"Bah," The Emperor waved it off again. "Surely some of the healers in this palace will be able to heal me. For now, I will be heading off to my chambers for a nap."
"Then in that case," The Empress bowed. The other remaining priests copied her. "Please make sure to get a well rested sleep, Your Majesty."
The Emperor exited the throne room without so much as a glance.
As soon as the Emperor was out of sight, the Empress stood up, a dark glint in her eyes.
"Gyokuen-sama . . ." The woman turned to one of the many priests approaching her. Although she couldn't see his face, she could hear the anxiety in his voice. "Is this really the best course of action to take?"
"Of course," There was a sickeningly sweet smile on her face this time, and the shadows did little to hide it. "If we manage to persuade the Singularity into joining our cause . . . We'll be throwing back all of King Solomon's efforts in his face. Think of it," There was a dreamy expression that took over her face. "Everything that King Solomon invested his hopes into, going for naught! Truly a wonderful idea, isn't it?"
All of the priests saluted her. "As you say, Gyokuen-sama. Truly wonderful."
"Yes," A dark light shone in her eyes. Black Rukh formed, fluttering away towards the direction of the south. "It is our goal. We shall definitely accomplish this." As she said this, she stalked towards the center of the throne room, spreading her arms out in joy as she watched the Black Rukh fly.
Then, she too clasped her fist into her open left palm, her smile widening and eyes simply beaming. "All in the name of our Father."
The Black Rukh swarmed the room, and it looked as if the woman was the only dancer in a sea of shadows, with a motionless audience watching her.
Well, that's it!
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