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Chapter 14: Welcome to the Madhouse

Making his way cautiously to the window, the wolf-like chipmunk lifted up the pane as quietly as he could. Even in the dim moonlight, it was impossible to guess the figure behind the blurry outline of a trench coat and a hood pulled over his face.

"Aaron?" Phelan hissed. "Is that you?"

The stranger remained silent, but held up a paw, pointing to the ground beneath. Phelan watched as he scaled down the tree with ninja-like precision and beckoned to him.

A smile of realisation dawned upon Phelan's face, and he hoped over to the nearest branch, slowly edging his way to the base of the tree. Once he could see the ground beneath him, Phelan took a deep breath and jumped. He timed it right, landing nimbly on all fours. As he picked himself up, he duste before turning to the hooded figure with a courteous nod.

"What are you doing here, Rhodas?"

Said chipmunk whipped off his hood to reveal a look of utter disbelief. "How did you find out it was me?"

"There's only one 'munk I know with skills like yours." Phelan's eyes darted across from all sides, hoping to find someone else. "Isn't Aaron with you?"

"He sent me in his place. Tonight, I'm his ears, his voice, his secretary. So if you'd like to speak with him, please leave a message right after you hear me beep and leave."

"I need to speak with Aaron. Alone, if you don't mind. It's kind of… personal."

Rhodas nodded. "Ah… but in this case, you're more than welcome to share it with me. Word spreads quickly around the Arch anyway, and I always say that 'sharing is caring', unless it's spreading some kind of disease." He finished his sentence with a chuckle to himself.

"You're not…" Phelan's mind was racing for that appropriate word, "nuts or anything, are you?"

"Of course I am," Rhodas said, as though stating the obvious. "I'm nuts. You're nuts. We're all nuts. Otherwise we wouldn't be here. The only question is: what kind of a nut are you?"

Phelan looked as if he'd just been given a test on Chemistry 101.

"Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough once you meet the rest of the Arch. Come on, I'll take you back to HQ." There was no denying that determined look in Rhodas's eyes that clearly said Let's go! Right now!

"Don't you think we ought to wait until morning?" Phelan hesitated.

Rhodas reached into his trench coat, and to Phelan's surprise, pulled out an obsidian much similar to his, only this one was fastened to a silver chain.

"If you chose to rub this a few hours later, you'd probably have to wait until the darkness falls again. There's a reason we do things undercover at night, you know."

Phelan watched, uncertain, as Rhodas hopped lightly onto the pavement before turning around to face him.

"Look, you can't keep relying on the light forever. Someday, you'll ask yourself: are you willing to open yourself to the dark?"

His sentiments were like a hook, anchoring deep into the thoughts of the wolf-like chipmunk's heart, but Phelan pretended to be far more interested with the open bedroom window above.

As if willed by his gaze, the pane slid down with a soft, yet satisfactory thud.

With that notion, Phelan set off into the night, allowing Rhodas to lead him to his own fate.

Fate, it turned out, was a quaint building which stood on the outskirts of town. It reminded Phelan of an old boarding school, but there was something eerie about the red stone it was made of; almost as if the walls were painted with blood against the faint moonlight.

There was a sign posted right outside its rusty iron grilles. Most of the painting had flaked off over time, but Phelan could still make out the words printed out in huge letterings.

Oakridge Institute:

As Phelan bent closer, he noticed that a layer of dust had covered the bottom of the sign. He wiped it with his paw, then stood back to take in the full message:

Oakridge Institute:

Where we treat our patients with the sound of mind

Sound of mind? Perhaps that message was responsible for the way the building's first impressions. It didn't take long for Phelan to put two and two together.

"Woah there!" he called out to Rhodas. "Your HQ is a mental institute?"

"Former mental institute," corrected Rhodas, who had turned around to join Phelan. "The previous owners abandoned the place due to bad business. Since nobody wanted to take over this joint, we decided to call it our home. That's why I said we're all pretty nuts around here."

"Does it still run on electricity?"

"Of course it does! And it comes with all the facilities and possible accommodations. In fact, there's even a morgue in the basement! Want me to give you the grand tour?"

"Hell no!" Phelan jumped back, before keeping his voice down. "Thank you for your invitation, but I'm not going near any morgue."

He thought about putting the speed into his legs and running back home, but before Phelan could make the first step, Rhodas had already placed a paw on his shoulder, laughing away like a drain.

"Take it easy, Phelan. I'm just kidding with you. That's how we greet our new guests here all the time. Gotcha!"

Phelan wasn't sure whether to laugh along or give Rhodas a good thump on the head.

"But how do you pay your bills?"

In reply, Rhodas gave the iron grilles a gentle push, and they swung on their hinges with a loud, wailing creak. "You'll find out soon enough."

As they made their way through the front door, the two chipmunks were immediately greeted by a warm open hall, its green walls brought to a pale tinge by the fluorescent lights from the ceiling. A nice contrast to its outside appearance, Phelan deduced that almost a century ago, this definitely used to be the reception hall.

The furniture was still intact, though some of the sofas were moth-eaten and the stuffing poking out of its upholstery. Lying on one of the long couches was a young wolf, who looked like a cross between an arctic and a timber wolf, though it was hard to tell due to the unusual colouration of his silver fur. He stirred from his lying position on the couch and stretched, crackling the kinks in his neck as he rolled it about lazily.

"I wasn't sleeping on the job. Besides, I've got Stella to take my shift and –" He paused, eyes widening as he saw the two newcomers. "Bless my stars, is that really him?"

"Told you he'd be back," said Rhodas, approaching the wolf with a confident look. "Phelan, this is Faolan. One half of the best scouts the Arch has ever seen."

Phelan reached out a friendly paw. "It's funny, but I think your name sounds like a variation of mine. Are you Irish?"

The young wolf's jaws parted in a rather unique smile, and then said, "An bhfuil do chiest a fhreagairt?"

Which to the untrained ear was his native tongue for "Does that answer your question?"

They may have been different, but it was clear that wolf blood coursed through their veins.

I'm definitely going to like this guy, Phelan grinned to himself as he shook paws with Faolan. "Tá áthas orm bualadh leat."

"Hello, translator in need, please," piped up Rhodas. "I don't speak Irish, you know."

"Very nice to meet you," said Phelan and Faolan.

"Anyway, he's also the guy responsible for giving us free electricity," Rhodas beamed.

Faolan clicked his paws, and a sparkle of lightning came to life, dancing on the tips of his claws. He pointed the arc of lightning up to the ceiling, and the fluorescents buzzed louder with an even brighter glare, close to the point of breaking.

Phelan watched all of this in awe.

"You also said 'one half of the best scouts'. Who's the other?"

In reply, the sound of wings flapping and a series of high-pitched squeaks caught Phelan's attention. He looked up and saw a tiny golden-brown fruit bat flutter from one of the nearby lights and perch itself onto Faolan's shoulder.

"Now, Stellaluna isn't Irish, but she and Faolan have been completely inseparable since they first crossed paths," said Rhodas. "You could consider her as our aerial scout, but she also makes a great spy, though she'll only answer to Faolan himself."

"Not true, not true. Serve Aaron too, serve the Arch whole. Dumb dumb," Stella flapped her wings furiously.

"And she's fond of calling me 'dumb dumb'," shrugged Rhodas.

"I'm not surprised as to why," smiled Phelan, already feeling welcome in this strange place. "It's been a pleasure to meet you both."

"So, what brings you to our humble abode?" asked Faolan the wolf.

"I was hoping to speak with Aaron. It's a bit of a personal matter."

"You'll need to think up a better term rather than 'personal'," said Faolan, folding his arms. "Once you address Aaron, it doesn't take him long to get the whole Arch involved. We may look like a tough joint, but all we've got is each other. We're like a family.

"Anyway, he's in his room. Go down the hallway, make a left turn, then walk to the end and make another left, and it's the seventh room on your right."

"I'll take him myself," said Rhodas, leading Phelan away from the wolf-and-bat duo. "But I'm sure you'll have your catch-up moments real soon."

Phelan barely managed to give a wave goodbye before he was whisked out of sight. They went down a passageway lined with chequered black-and-white tiles. All the while, the doors on both sides gave Phelan the impression that he was passing cell after cell in a narrow prison, going nowhere but forward to his doom.

"So, you guys live here?" Phelan asked, hoping to bring back some of that unusual spirit from Rhodas to lighten up the place.

"Well, we can't exactly stay in a petting zoo, can we?" said Rhodas. "I mean, Faolan and Stella might fit in, but the others will probably bite the first hand that touches them and then eat the rest for breakfast."

"The others?"

There was somebody approaching them from the opposite end, but instead of Aaron, it turned out to be another chipmunk, this one with snowy-white fur and pale blue eyes, who came to meet the entourage.

"I sensed a new soul approaching us," explained the white-furred chipmunk, before he came to rest his gaze upon Phelan's. "My name is Kira. And like you, I am born from nothing."

"Pleased to meet you, Kira," said Phelan, extending his paw.

What looked like a simple gesture became an intense moment of studying from Kira, but he made no further actions. "Pleased? I don't know what that means," he said earnestly.

The white-furred chipmunk gave a brief shrug, and then turned a corner, leaving behind a very confused Phelan.

"What was that all about?" This place had it all: a wolf and a bat that made a perfect team, and now a chipmunk who didn't know how to shake paws? Phelan's mind was swimming.

"Kira has the ability to read souls, even manipulate them to his will if he wishes to," explained Rhodas. "Unfortunately, the price he paid for obtaining that power was far too great. He may not be able to feel any emotions or pain, but he'll never understand what it means to be a proper living being."

"It must be terrible for him," Phelan spoke up after pondering for a while, "to not know what it means to change the world with even the smallest of smiles."

The door on their left turned inwards, and as Phelan and Rhodas turned to face what might have been Aaron's room, Phelan's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he saw its inhabitant.

Scar's voice was brisk and sharp. "You don't belong here."

"I can see that, Captain Obvious," snapped Phelan. "I wouldn't want to be caught dead being in your room, anyway."

"I mean, you don't belong here in the Arch with us," Scar said matter-of-factly, and his fangs flashed with a smug glint at the sight of Phelan's surprise. "I know what you want and why you came for it, but as long as I walk these corridors, your plan will never work. Aaron was right: we were fine off without you from the start. So do us a favour and drop dead before you leave."

Even though Phelan was about the same height as Scar, he could still see the blood crusted on the remaining stumps growing behind the vampire chipmunk's back.

"Look, I know our first encounter didn't turn out all warm and cosy, and I'm not proud of what I did either. I'm hoping we could start over again, though I don't expect you to forgive me –"

"Don't worry about that," Scar spat, and his voice turned dangerously cold, "because I won't, and I never will."

In that brief moment where he turned his back, Phelan could see the tiny spikes still wrapped in its thin leathery folds poking out of the bleeding stumps.

"Y-your wings..." Phelan blurted out. "They're growing back?"

"That's why I said you don't have to worry about it, douchebag."

And Scar slammed the door in their faces with a final bang.

"You mustn't take things too hard on yourself," Rhodas told Phelan as they walked on a little further. "Personally, I find Scar to be the walnut of the group. Very tough to crack, even for seasoned old-timers. Leaves behind a bitter aftertaste, too."

Phelan nodded at the thought of it.

"Yeah, but perhaps you should consider him as a grape," said Phelan. "Especially after what we've been through, he ought to be a sour grape."

Rhodas gave Phelan a playful thump on the back. "See, you're getting the hang of it!" he chuckled. "I like your style. I think you're going to fit in right along with the rest of us!"

They were now delving deep into the heart of the institute, Phelan could tell. The place no longer seemed like a maze, yet he couldn't shake away the sense of being haunted by a presence as harrowing and deranged as the building's reputation.

Finally, they came to a halt at another ordinary-looking door, but to Rhodas, it looked like the portal to a brand new world.

"Right then, here we are," said Rhodas, crackling his fingers. "I hope he's in."

He took a deep breath and knocked on its polished wood. "Aaarooon?"

A voice from the other end, though slightly muffled, still rang out clearly. "Come in."

Rhodas was the first to step in, followed by Phelan, who was glancing around slowly from side to side.

The first thing the wolf-like chipmunk saw was the walls; they were clear outlines of brick laid upon brick upon brick. There were no windows, but the room was painted in a gentle hue of yellow, which gave it a much bigger appearance in space. Apart from the usual hospital bed and built-in wardrobe, there was a PA system mounted on the dressing table.

Interesting. I thought it would be another padded cell, but this is better than I expected.

"Phelan? How nice of you to drop by!" The golden-furred chipmunk got up from the bed, his look of deep contemplation disappearing into a smile. "Looks like you've been making a speedy recovery yourself, haven't you?"

"I have," said Phelan, shaking Aaron's paw. "Thanks for your concern."

"Don't mention it. I had a hunch you would be the one walking away from that fight unharmed. Otherwise I wouldn't have gone to meet you in the first place."

Aaron patted the side of his bed. "Please, have a seat. You too, Rhodas. Both of you must've come a long way to get here."

The three of them sat down, a bit squashed but feeling like old friends reunited again.

"Now, was there something you wanted to see me for, Phelan?"

"As a matter of fact..." The wolf-like chipmunk cleared his throat. "I need to talk to you. There's something I need to get off of my chest."

"I see." The smile never left Aaron's face, but his tone had started to grow serious. "Perhaps you should go, Rhodas. We'll call you back once this meeting's over."

"Wait."

Both chipmunks turned to look at Phelan.

"If you don't mind, I'd like Rhodas to stay. This is something that might concern all of you – the whole of the Arch, that is."

Aaron nodded. "Alright. If you wish."

Rhodas gave Phelan a pat on the back. "Thanks, pal. Guess you don't believe in the old 'three's a crowd', eh?"

But Phelan wasn't paying attention to either of them; he kept staring down at his toes as though each little wiggle would get his confidence circulating back into his veins.

"I've been thinking about it. And I've decided... I want to join you guys as a member of the Black Arch."

There was a strange kind of quiet that fell over the confusion and uncertainty that followed.

"You know, you don't owe us anything," Aaron pointed out. "You won that fight against Scar fair and square."

Phelan buried his face in his hands with a loud sigh.

"I only won because the Darkness took over my mind. You saw what happened."

"You overcame it in the end, though. You didn't kill Scar. I saw that look in your eyes, Phelan. You had control over the monster which resides in your mind."

"Yeah, but what if I hadn't?" said Phelan. "What if Maia wasn't there that night to reach out and speak to me? I couldn't have done it without her."

"That little snowflake has spirit, I'll give her that," Rhodas piped up in agreement.

"You came to me because you had a proposition, right? That you could help me to harness my powers and find a purpose in my life?"

Aaron nodded.

"Until I can finally find a way to vanquish the Darkness once and for all, the purpose of protecting the ones I love can never be fulfilled. But I don't know how to do that.

"I needed people who understood me for who I am. People I could trust." Phelan paused to take it all in. "I thought the burden of carrying a gift that nobody could understand rested only on my shoulders.

"But crossing paths with those who lie in the same boat with me – now that could make a change for the better, couldn't it?"

The only sound he could hear was Aaron's fingers drumming restlessly against the bedside.

"So... you're dead set on joining the Arch? Sure you won't regret it?" asked the golden-furred chipmunk.

Phelan fiercely shook his head.

Aaron had never looked happier in his whole life.

"In that case, I can't object to that, can I? Welcome to the Arch, Phelan!"

For a moment, Phelan thought that the bed had swallowed him whole.

"Wait – what? That's it? You mean I don't have to go through any rites of passage? No initiation ceremonies or anything?"

"What did you think this was – an audition for the Beatles?" Rhodas laughed, giving Phelan another reassuring pat on the back. "Don't forget; the Arch was born because of you, and it's a great honour to have you on our side."

"A-and... you're not mad that I almost turned one of your members into minced 'munk?"

"Nah, we're willing to let bygones be bygones," said Aaron. "Besides, I think you taught Scar a lesson he'll never forget. Heck, none of us can get him to sit still! So, what do you say, partner?"

I can't believe it, thought Phelan as he shook paws with Rhodas and Aaron. Even the warmest of hearts is enough to turn this padded cell into the most homely of places! "Gee, thanks… I guess."

"Now that we have all the formalities settled with, I think it's time to share the good news, don't you agree?"

And without waiting for an answer, Aaron hopped off the bed and made his way to the dressing table. By flicking a switch, the PA system came to life with a low hum and Aaron cleared his throat.

His voice rang throughout the hallways.

"Attention, members of the Arch. Meet me in the staff room immediately. I repeat, meet me in the staff room immediately. Thank you."

"Where are we going?" asked Phelan, though he already knew the answer.

"To embrace your destiny, of course."

With Aaron and Rhodas escorting Phelan into the staff room, it looked nothing out of the ordinary – there was a large meeting table surrounded by office chairs on wheels, an abandoned projector and slide – but the atmosphere was just as if someone was about to throw a birthday party.

Kira, Scar, Faolan and Stellaluna were already there, and each one looked more surprised than the other as the three chipmunks made their humble entrance.

"My fellow brothers," addressed Aaron, "I've called this meeting for two reasons. First off, let's hear it for the newest member of the Black Arch – Phelan Seville!"

Nobody was the first to mention anything, until someone actually yelled out, "Yahoo!"

They crowded around the wolf-like chipmunk, and Phelan found himself back in the school hall, on stage with his brothers and the roar of the crowd still ringing in his ears.

"Way to go, Phelan! I knew you had it in you!" cheered Faolan, letting rip a joyous howl.

"Yup yup. Make fine addition, you will! Yup yup," Stella fluttered with high chirrups.

Kira was as responsive as a brick wall, but gave what appeared to be a courteous nod. "Well done."

Only Scar seemed to cast a shadow over the welcoming community, his eyes unflinching and hard as two lumps of burning coal.

They all returned to their respective seats (Stella found her spot on Faolan's shoulder), with Phelan seated in between Faolan and Rhodas.

Aaron took his place at the head of the table. "Now I have to move on to a more serious duty. Phelan, what do you know about Prometheus?"

It was a moment of dumbfounded curiosity for Phelan – anyone who read the papers would know what was going on – but he told them nonetheless.

As far as his knowledge went, Prometheus was the new power plant located in the neighbouring district, about fifty blocks away from the Seville household. Though it hadn't affected his family in any way, there were endless complaints pouring in from the other district that Prometheus was stealing electricity from their houses, not to mention the cause of the rise in their bills.

"But didn't the press make a statement that Prometheus had nothing to do with those electricity thefts?" Phelan went on, a little confused. "I mean, even the police can't find any evidence that proves that power house is guilty."

Rhodas waved a discerning finger. "That's what they want you to think."

Aaron gave him a quick stare before carrying on.

"My sources tell me that Prometheus is in deep with the local authorities, going as far as to pull some strings to keep them running. In return, they promise to keep supplying their brown-nosed clients all the power and electricity they need.

"Unless somebody decides to step in, Prometheus won't stop at nothing to steal more energy from other streets."

"So what's this got to do with us?"

The wolf-like chipmunk looked around the room, wondering what was coming next.

"Phelan, at this point, we're going to brief you on your first mission as a member of the Arch. We're calling it Operation Blackout."

Aaron picked up a roll of paper and spread it out like a thin blue carpet across the table. Phelan could see how all the fine white lines transformed themselves into a web of calculations, designs and rooms which eventually made up Prometheus.

"This blueprint almost cost me an arm and a leg – quite literally, as I had to escape the premises. With that said, it's time to organise a field trip to Prometheus. Once we're inside, the objective of Operation Blackout is simple."

He slammed his fist down hard, ripping a hole in the blueprint.

Everyone else jumped in their seats.

"We blow up Prometheus – from the inside."

Phelan's jaw hung agape like a goldfish.

"And like that annoying flea which kept bugging me yesterday, wiped completely off the face of the earth?" said Faolan. "Splendid, I like the idea!"

"Yup yup," agreed Stellaluna.

Aaron grinned, waiting patiently until the hubbub calmed down. "Right. Here's our game plan.

"At midnight tomorrow, we'll be stationed outside the gates of Prometheus. Kira and Scar, I want both of you to take out security, or anyone guarding the premises. Do it quick and painless, but remember – I want no casualties on the job."

Seated side by side, Kira and Scar looked like a pair of sentinels as they nodded, but Phelan would bet his tail that they weren't too pleased with the last part of Aaron's speech.

"Once we've taken out the guards, I'm sending in my scouts. Stella, you will fly ahead and locate the main controls. Faolan, go with her, but wait until she disables the alarm system. I suspect the place could be booby trapped. Then hack into the main computers and locate where the heart of the generator lies."

"And what about the rest of us?" asked Phelan.

"We'll rendezvous in the main hall here," Aaron pointed at the blueprint. "If these plans are correct, the heart of the generator should be straight on, up three flights of steps and turn a right at the end of the corridor. That should take us to the turbines, but I need you to double-check on that, Faolan."

"Will do," said the arctic-timber wolf.

"And after that... it's a free-for-all. Do what you have to do. Bring out the main guns. But if something bad happens, evacuate the place immediately. Don't hesitate for anything except to ensure the safety of the Arch. We stick as a team and finish the job together. Any questions?"

Phelan raised a paw. "Why are we doing this?"

Aaron was rolling up the blueprint, but never took his eyes off the ever-inquisitive chipmunk.

"This is what I meant by showing the world that the darkness is just as fundamental as its bright opposite. We cannot allow an organisation this corrupt to keep providing the world with light while others are clearly suffering."

Phelan was just about to argue, but something caught in the back of his mind.

How similar our paths seem to cross! The Arch have found their demons lurking within Prometheus; while my battle isn't with the Darkness – but the Order of Light!

And as everyone he knew rushed through his head in a series of flashing images, a face appeared more strongly than all the others.

A creamy-white face with a heart-shaped nose and blue and green eyes.

"I'm in," Phelan nodded firmly.

"Good munk," said Aaron. "If there's nothing else, then meeting adjourned."

One by one, the Arch filed out of the room, pausing to congratulate their newest addition and to wish him good luck.

Scar shot a glance full of daggers at Phelan. "You might have blindsided Aaron and the others, but you won't fool me. If you're not dead in a week's time, I'll see to it you'll be gone by then!"

By then, Phelan and Aaron were left standing in the staff room. It wasn't until the digital clock mounted on the wall beeped the hour that Phelan realised just how much time he'd spent in the madhouse.

"Leaving so soon?" asked Aaron, noticing the wolf-like chipmunk's anxiety.

"Yeah. I had a great time tonight though. Thanks again for inducting me."

"You're more than welcome to spend the night here if you want to," Aaron said. "I don't mean to brag, but we do have enough rooms to house a small army."

The last word sent a shiver down his back. Is that what he thinks of us?

"Oh... Well, thank you for your hospitality, but I'm afraid I'll have to turn you down on this one. My brothers will be worried if I'm gone too long."

"It's alright then. No worries," said Aaron, though Phelan could've sworn there was a glint in his eye that clearly said This will always be your second home.

"I'll be here tomorrow before midnight. You have my word."

How he longed to get back home, jump straight into bed and sleep the night's troubles away.

"Oh, and Phelan?"

He waited for the golden-furred chipmunk to speak.

"I understand your concern towards your family, but this is something I tell every apprentice, and I think you should hear me out."

There was an edge of darkness in Aaron's voice, but Phelan knew somehow that it wasn't directed towards him.

"Now that you have chosen this path, the journey ahead will put you at the crossroads more often than you can keep count. Some choices will be easier to make. Others might not be so. But no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to live with a paw in both worlds.

"Sooner or later, you'll find that both loyalty and priority have two places in your heart – and one has to come before the other. And when that time comes, I hope you'll make the right decision."

His words hit Phelan like a brick to the head.

You want me to do what? Leave my brothers? The Chipettes? Soron? Maia? But that's impossible! I can't do that again, and I never will! They need me – all of them!

No – I'll find a way! If I can rid myself of the Darkness and still have a family, then I can do this – and undercover if I have to!

As Phelan shook the buzzing conflict out of his mind, he gave the golden-furred chipmunk a gratuitous nod.

"I appreciate the advice, Aaron. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

He turned his back and walked out before the doors swung close again.

To Be Continued..

Note: The mental institute and power plant in this story are entirely fictional, so any coincidences are not intended whatsoever.

In case you get confused about who's who in the Black Arch again, fear not. I've got all the OCs' details (and their powers) up on my profile page,

Needless to say, I can't thank all the writers who were willing to lend me their warriors to join in this cause - and thank you, Perry, for being a good sport by looking at the first draft. :)

Next time on Light: Ever wanted to see a crossover between the Chipmunks and Mission: Impossible? You'll just have to wait to find out more!

Until then, please keep up the reviewing, and I'll carry on as best as I can! :D

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~ Wind