CHAPTER TWENTY THREE- DEEPER AND DEEPER

Hey there, the next chapter, yeah! My computer has been totally messed up and my internet was fucked too, and I had to write a novel for my currnetly very annoying parents, but I've finished and I will be updating all through the summer as much as I can, hopefully I won't break my computer again and if I do, I'll try to get my dad to fix it as soon as possible.

I've also just started a new fanfic so I might not be able to update as much as I used to, but I'll try my best! So instead of boring you with my mindless chatter, I will show you the wonderful fantasy version of Blood Promise I have created in the next chapter…

I woke up in someone's arms and my sight was blurry, but after I blinked a few times, I could see that I was slumped in Adrian's arms. I looked at him, seeing his relief that I was awake and he was showing me that he loved and feared for me. I opened myself and showed him only apart of how scared I was and I let him know that I was well aware of his feelings and I took them to heart.

"Is she awake?" came Etienne's worried voice. I blinked a couple of times and replayed the scene and took a deep breath. Oh boy, this should be fun, something else to complicate my already messed up life.

I tried to sit up, but was engulfed in a tight embrace by Adrian; on impulse I hugged him back just as tightly, showing my weakness.

"I was scared, Rose…" he whispered into my hair.

"Me too," I whispered back as I nodded, burying my face into his neck, and I was, I was truly scared. I built up as much courage and strength as I could at the moment and pulled away from Adrian to stand.

The old lady was standing only a few feet away, but detached from the circle that was surrounding me, by the mirror. Her head was titled to the side like she was confused and trying to figure something out. I smirked. Yeah, right, have fun, you hag, I'm more complicated than you can even begin to guess.

I walked over to her and put a foot between us, I didn't want to get too close to her, without knowing what other tricks she had up her sleeve, maybe like a perfume that would speed up my death or something. "You're going to tell me exactly what the fuck is going on here and what exactly that mirror does, understand?" I growled.

She laughed and I had to resist the urge to both cover my ears and punch her. "Or what will you do, Rosemarie, are you going to kill me?" she turned her empty eyes on me and I noticed that it was like there weren't any eyes. It was just like round orbs of gray mist filling the sockets.

I flinched and she laughedand narrowed her eyes at me. "Scared, dear?" she asked, her voice trying to be pleasant but came nowhere near.

"Not at all," I snapped back.

"You are a lair," she said as a ghost of a smile passed across her lips. "Come with me, we shall discuss matters," although she was about a million years old and her voice was just a whisper, she sounded urgent and worried.

What the fuck was she talking about? There were no matters- there was just the explanation of what the damn mirror was and what it really did. Even so, I started to follow her and felt something capture my hand and looked back at Adrian. He smiled sadly at me and brushed his blond hair out of his face. I gave a solemn smile back and kept following the old lady further and further into the library thing under the school.

I looked around as we weaved our way through the obstacles that were in our way, hard objects covered by drop cloths and blankets, bookshelves, piles of books, strange things on the floor that were just weird. I did my best to ignore the items and focus on the old lady who was practically an oracle or something because apparently she could sense my presence and she knew all about this mumbo-jumbo shit going on this that freaky mirror, I glanced over my shoulder at the mirror that was now receding out of my vision as we moved farther away.

The picture of me as the angel, that powerful, strong and terrifying angel was still upon the surface, but it was slowly beginning to fade around the edges and slowly to the middle, it faded to a gray, and then slowly shifted as if something else was forming in the glass frame. I watched in amazement, slowing my pace as I stared at the fascinating transformation to a new picture. I regarded the mirror with awe as the glass shimmered and it reflected a beautiful full moon, a large round and full moon in a misty sky, there were wispy clouds lingering around the incredible orb that light up the night. Then the picture shifted once more and I stopped dead in my tracks.

I chocked on the air I was trying to breathe. No, no way, no, no, no, I repeated like a mantra in my head. It was as if I couldn't look away from the image, my eyes were stuck and I couldn't force them to shift I couldn't force myself to look away, no matter how torturing the reflection was. No, no fucking way, no, no, no, that's not possible, no!

Suddenly something was covering my eyes, blocking my view of the mirror and what it was showing me. I blinked and turned away, right into Adrian's chest. His strong arms wrapped around me as I breathed in his sweet sent for comfort.

"What's wrong, Rose?" he asked quietly but urgently into my ear.

"T-the m-mirror," I stuttered feverishly into his strong build. I felt Adrian turn his head to look in the direction of the mirror, and then I heard him say, "Rose, what are you talking about? The mirror is blank…there's nothing there…" his voice trailed off with uncertainty and I whipped my head up.

The horrifying image, probably one of the few things that could scare me the most, was still there, right there in front of me. I ducked my head down and said, "Look again, Adrian, are you telling me that you don't see anything?"

There was a pause then, "Rose, I don't see anything on the mirror but black, just black, not even the reflection of the room, there's nothing there,"

I looked again and there it was. I looked at Adrian's face to see that he was giving me an odd look, as if he thought something was wrong with me and that he might be somewhat…afraid. Adrian was afraid of me.

I would be too, you're as horrifying as Strigoi…just look at the reflection, it's either what's going to happen or what IS happening…or what has ALREADY happened. A nasty voice slithered inside my mind.

I ripped away form Adrian and turned to the old lady standing right in front of me, blocking my path to the mirror. What I wanted to do was march right over to that thing and break it into pieces, that was exactly what I wanted to do but instead the old lady gripped my arm in restraint. Her hold was surprisingly strong for someone who looked like a mummy, I narrowed my eyes at her and her dull eyes that were practically empty stared back at me with something stirring inside of them, like some old senses waking up for the first time in a long, long time.

"We must speak and immediately," she snapped and her frail fingers clasped my wrist and dragged me forward. She hauled me past all of my friends, I took in there profiles as I past; Lissa was sobbing for some reason, Etienne smiled but I could see the worry behind his lopsided grin, Christian looked serious but confused, he watched me as I passed, Eddie looked shocked and also worried, his brow went together with concern as he watched me get towed away by the old lady, Eddie immediately started to follow as I'd past him. He was going to protect me and stay by my side; I gave him a kind smile over my shoulder. Adrian followed instantly after Eddie; he looked like he was feeling guilty because he hadn't been the first to act on this thought. I smirked but my smile vanished as the old lady stopped abruptly and I turned my attention to what was in front me.

There was a large table that was an oval with books stacked all over its surface. Suddenly there was a loud shuffling sound and my head whipped up to find the source of the sound, and I saw a book pull itself from a high shelf and come flying down, tumbling through the air, but the cover and pages of the book did not open like any other book would have, the book kept tightly shut the whole way down until the loud bang as the tome hit the ground with a large amount of force.

I stared in shock at the old lady as she calmly went to retrieve the book and walked over to the table as if it were perfectly normal for a book to come flying down from one of the huge bookshelves towering above.

"Come along, Rosemarie, we have much to discuss in a little amount of time, quickly," she snapped like a grandmother as she seated herself at the table. I hesitantly sat myself on one side of her and watched her carefully with my hands balled into fists on the table in front of me. I vaguely noticed Lissa sitting across from me with Christian, Etienne sat beside me and reached out to capture my hand in his. I looked at him in surprise and he smiled right into my eyes.

"I've got your back…" he paused then grinned and added, "Sis,"

What a line, I thought, that's only been said in about fifty movies. I smiled anyway, obviously he knew what his reflection was and he was pleased with it.

"Rosemarie Hathaway," the lady croaked and I shifted my gaze back to her as I gave Adrian a fleeting glance as he sat on the other side of Etienne.

She was standing now and her misty gaze locked with mine intensely. Good, I thought, I like being intense, this should be fun. I held her gaze as she slowly bent over from her waist down in a humble bow.

"Rosemarie Hathaway, I am Myra the teller of time and prophecies," she said formally like she'd been practicing. I raised my eyebrows as she lightly rested her hands on the book that had fallen.

"Myra…" I said slowly. "You are the teller of time and prophecies?" I asked and she nodded. "Right…fist of all, where are we and what is this place?"

"This place is my home; I live here and always have. And I thought you knew where you were, you are under the school, under the building the guardians call their own," she said like it was completely obvious.

"You live here?"

"Yes, Rosemarie Hathaway, we all live differently and you are not the person to question my living because of the very critical state that you are in…you are existing in pain and agony, breathing in everything around you, trying to make things better but only succeeding in making them worse. You are marked with death, you have lost the closet person to you, the person who understood you the best, now that person is gone and you can never get him back, you have found another that is like you, but not completely, no one can be like you, Rosemarie.

"You are one of a kind, the only most unique person on this whole planet. No one is like you in any way, they may have certain traits that you do, but all of your qualities are magnified to a degree that no one will ever reach, you are too mighty for this world, you are much more, Rosemarie. Your true reflection showed that, you are more great and impressive than anyone should ever begin to guess." Her speech shocked me more and more with each word her shrivelled mouth uttered. She continued, "This, under my hands, is your book…your book that holds everything, every single one of your secrets and desires, your wishes, your deepest hopes, your acquaintances, your thoughts on things, everything you could imagine. Touch your hand to the rose on the cover," Myra lifted her hands and I saw that there was a rose on the cover and it was beautiful, the most exquisite thing I'd ever seen. I gently stroked it with the hand that Etienne wasn't holding and the book shifted. The pages relaxed so it was like a normal book, loose and fluttering.

I gasped and quickly took my hand away. "What is it?"

"Your book," Myra repeated quietly. "Ask me something about yourself,"

I stared at her with wide eyes and was astonished when Adrian spoke. "You should know; who does Rose despise the most?"

Victor Dashkov came to my mind immediately. Myra turned her old wise eyes on Adrian.

"You silly, silly Royal," she muttered but as she began to open the book and turn pages, I saw gorgeous writing staining the thick pages. I stared in amazement.

Myra stopped at a page and began to read, "Rosemarie's most loathed person that she has met is the exiled prince from the Dashkov clan, Victor Dashkov. Victor Dashkov is the uncle to Vasilisa Dragomir, the last of her kin. Rosemarie's abhorrence to Victor Dashkov can be recognized by one incident involving Vasilisa Dragomir. Victor had put a lust compulsion spell on Rosemarie to distract her and her guardian mentor Dimitri Belikov. Rosemarie and Dimitri Belikov were preoccupied until the charm was solved by the mentor and they rushed to get Vasilisa help. Victor had taken Vasilisa to a small cabin that was secluded in a forest. He'd tortured Vasilisa and Rosemarie had to undergo the same abuse because of their legendary bond. Rosemarie had saved Vasilisa with help of her lover Christian Ozera and Vasilisa was safe back at St Vladimir's Academy." Myra looked at Adrian for a moment then turned her gaze to me. "Is that not true?"

I nodded numbly and leaned back in the large throne-like chair. "It's true, but…" I couldn't believe this; some old lady who looked like she was going to drop dead on the spot was keeping tabs on me in the basement of the guardian building at the Siberian Academy? Not cool, at all. "What's my favourite colour?" I asked quickly, she'll never get it! I thought gleefully, I've got two! She can't know this, she CAN'T.

"Black…" Myra paused, looking at me with boredom and added, "Red,"

Well, shit. I'd thought I had her. I stared at her ing the dim lighting and shook my head. "You know, this is seriously un-cool," I emphasized the last word and she just kept looking at me levelly.

"W-w-what was m-my picture a-about?" Lissa said brokenly. I looked at her in exasperation, she was crying because she was going to be the Queen, the Royal of all Royals. I looked at her emotionlessly, I wasn't her biggest fan right then, she'd used compulsion on my maybe-brother to make him lead her to me. I didn't really know what to think about Etienne, he made me laugh, he was nice and I knew that he'd support me, no matter what. But I kind of wanted to find out if he was my real brother, if he was really my mysterious father's son. I wanted to know for sure and I wanted to know now.

"Myra…who is my father?" I questioned before she could answer Lissa's idiotic question.

She turned her murky eyes on me. "You have to figure that out yourself," she said carefully.

"I already know his name, Ibrahim," I said challengingly.

"But you have not figured out who he is, what he is, other than Moroi, what he does, you don't know your father, you've never even seen him,"

"I don't care, do you know?"

"Rose, just drop it," Christian snapped at me.

"Christian you knew your parents, I don't know my father and my mother is no mother, she is…dead, to me, she is dead," tears welled up in my eyes and I felt extremely weak and vulnerable, it was unlike me. "You don't know how it feels, so fucking shut up, Christian, just shut up!" I exclaimed loud enough that my voice echoed off the high bookshelves. Silence answered my little explosion and I closed my eyes for a second and leaned my head back against the chair. "I'm sorry, I haven't been having a good time lately but that isn't an excuse…I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I repeated over and over until someone put their hand on top of my mouth stopping my constant flow of words. I opened my eyes and saw Etienne.

"We get it, Rose, everybody slips sometimes," he said kindly.

"Nobody is as fucked as me," I muttered under my breath when he removed his hand.

"I heard that," he replied loudly. "There is nothing wrong with you, Rose, you're too good not to bad. What gave you that impression?"

I gave him an odd look and jumped up from the chair, I couldn't sit anymore and I wanted to get out of there. It was starting to feel like we were prisoners, like Myra was somehow preventing our leave.

"Feel free to leave whenever you like," Myra said as if reading my mind. I looked at her in shock for a moment before grabbing Etienne's hand and dragging him away from the table.

"Okay, we'll leave now, thanks for the lovely chat, it was great, see you around," I called over my shoulder. The others were quick to follow me and the only too willing Etienne I was tugging along. I wound my way through the books and random piles of creepy items and walked as far away from the mirror as possible. When the door was in my sight, I quickened my pace and practically ran for it.

When I was outside in the fresh night air, I inhaled largely in relief. I was out and away from the thousand year old hag who was just creepy especially because she knew some freaky stuff about my life. The others came out after me and quickly too.

Lissa looked like crap, with her tear tracks running down her face making it obvious that she was crying, Etienne looked just as relieved as I was, Adrian was worried, Christian looking worried for Lissa but kind of pissed which was obviously directed to me, but I didn't really care, Eddie looking as fierce as ever but there was an undeniable worry in his eyes.

I looked away from our little entourage and up at the stars. If you really exist, God, please help me get out of this mess, right about now would be good, as to be expected, I got no signs of a response or even the acknowledgement that Rosemarie Hathaway who never took the time to wake up and go to church, was trying to talk to somebody. It was really frustrating, I sighed quietly.

"Let's go tour the school," I said and they all looked at me like I was crazy.

"Rose, after what just happened, I think we should all go to bed," Christian said cautiously.

I met his gaze unfeelingly. "You guys can, but unfortunately, I can't," I waved listlessly at them.

"Why can't you? Are you nocturnal now? Just the opposite of what humans think it is?" he shot back.

"Yeah, Christian, I pretty much am, I don't sleep at all, not anymore, and I can't because I've got duties, things to do,"

"Like what? It's the middle of the day, for God sakes!" Lissa exclaimed, coming to Christian's aid as always.

I turned my cold gaze on her. "I have a student that I have to mentor and…other things I have to take care of," I added quietly.

"Like what, Rose?" Christian asked as he wrapped an arm around Lissa's tiny waist.

"I have to mentor my student and then I have to talk to the other guardians about some things," I fibbed quickly, I was actually wanting to talk to Leo and Tristin, I knew they were going to let her out of the clinic today, they might have already.

"What do you need to talk to the guardians about?" Etienne asked suspiciously.

"Just some stuff concerning myself and none of you, so could you please drop it?" I snapped rudely.

"Rose…if it's okay, can I come with you?" Adrian asked quietly.

"You can go wherever you want, Adrian, but I don't think you can come when I talk to the guardians, they might kick you out because you're a Royal Moroi and just because you're a Moroi." I added in gentler tones.

He nodded as if he understood. "Okay, that's fine with me," he smiled.

"Well, I'm going on a tour of the Siberian Academy with Rose," Etienne grinned stepping up beside me.

"I want to come too," Lissa said and of course Christian would go anywhere with her, so it looked like we had the whole team coming along. I led them to the main part of the building and as we were walking, Adrian captured my hand in his and smiled warmly at me, I returned that smile, but not as enthusiastically. I pushed open the large doors to a crowded hallway.

"Good afternoon, Guardian Hathaway," one of the boys in the hall said to me, I realized that he was one of the Moroi in the room when Dereck had called me a blood whore.

"Hey, we didn't get introduced properly, what's your name?" I said kindly.

"Julian McGill," he said smiling.

I took in his lean profile with a bright face and I noticed that he had his ear pierced, hmmm, interesting. "Hey, Julian, do you know what time it is?"

"Well, it's the second last period of the day, we just got dismissed from our last class," he said nicely.

I grinned at the boy, I was liking him already. "Thank you, Julian," I said and then I started to lead my friends through the throng of students. There was a lot of "hey Guardian Hathaway"s shot my way and I nodded politely to them and greeted them back just as kindly.

Then I ran straight into Dereck.

"Oh, sorry," I said as my forehead bounced of his.

"Hey, Rose, I was –" he cut off as he looked at the Moroi standing beside me, his gaze travelled down and zeroed in on Adrian's hand linked to mine. "That is Adrian Ivashkov," he spat at me.

Shit, I didn't need him to loose it now. "Yes, it is," I said guardedly.

"So you are his blood whore." It wasn't a question, a statement of fact…but really, it sounded more like some type of threat.

I stopped breathing, no, no, not again and NOT in front of my friends. "Dereck –"

"You are!" he yelled loudly, making everybody in the corridor halt to watch the commotion. "You're a lair too!"

"Dereck, watch yourself," I warned in a low voice.

"Don't tell me what to do! You're cheap – I can't believe I actually looked up to you," he said viciously.

Ouch, that hurt.

"Dereck," I warned more sharply.

He started to circle me and the watching body of students moved back in a circle as if preparing to observe a fight, it may come to that, I thought as I let go of Adrian's hand and matched his offensive pose and began circling him too. I gently shoved Adrian back so he was with the students. My eyes quickly roamed the audience and saw that the group of Dereck's friends was standing right at the front in of everyone in one area.

"You are worthless, you don't even deserve to be a guardian," Dereck growled drawing my attention back to him. You can't fight, Rose, try to be responsible here, do the right thing for once. I straightened out of my fighting pose and stepped towards Dereck.

"Dereck, calm down, we've been through this before," I said quietly and was surprised when he pulled out of his stance after a moment, seeming to come to a new resolve and he started to walk to me.

"You're right, we have," he was only about a foot away from me. I tensed my fists, making the bandage on my hand tighten, I forced myself to relaxed and look at Dereck levelly and try to solve the problem like a great guardian would. Like Dimitri would.

"Yeah, we have, so please –"

Then he pulled his arm bag and snapped it right back in my face. Nice and hard, right on the nose.

There was a very loud collective gasp from all the spectators.

My face swung to the side and I tensed my fists heatedly and with anticipation for my obvious retaliation that would inevitably come.

Guardian, be a guardian, Rose, pull it together. What would Dimitri want to see done about this situation? I closed my eyes for a second before opening them and stepping away from Dereck, just one step, I was still in range of his attacks, but I was trying my hardest to stay calm.

"Fight back, if you can," he said dangerously and whipped his fist forward once more. I was ready for it this time and I snatched his wrist out of the air and pulled him towards me, restraining his other arm with my own.

I put my lips to his ear and hissed, "What I do is none of your business, but what you do is mine, I am not anyone's blood whore and never will be; you will receive punishment at practice tonight, you should be glad that I'm not having you expelled. Be there tonight," I shoved him away roughly and glared.

He glowered back.

"All of you go to your classes!" I said in a louder commanding voice. "Now!" I yelled angrily and everyone started to move quickly then, everyone except Dereck. Leo and Kevin came forward and both took one of his arms as they started to drag him away.

Then Jane came rushing up to me. "Rose, oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't think he was going to go as far as hitting you! I'm so sorry!" she cried as her hands flailed wildly in the air around her head. "Oh my God, he made you – you're bleeding!"

I shrugged like it was nothing and wiped my nose with the back of my hand, pulling it away to see blood. Ugh. "I'm fine, Jane, I've had worse, go to class," I said softly. I looked over her head and my gaze was captured by Leo. I nodded slowly once, indicating that we would talk later, his brow went together and I smiled, he shook his head at that and frowned in something that looked a lot like disapproval and concern.

The hall was emptied of students within minutes. I put my hand under my nose and felt it tenderly. I closed my eyes and sighed in frustration. "Dereck," I whispered under my breath and then I just held my hand under my nose until I finally turned back to my friends. They're eyes were wide and shocked, even Christian's.

"Well, that was Dereck Hays, my student," I muttered as I turned my face away slightly.

"Rose!" Lissa reached out with a hand to heal me but I pulled away.

"I'm fine, let's just…go, okay?" I stormed out the doors, kicking them open instead of using my free hand.

Stupid ass kid, fucking stupid, absolutely idiotic, I cursed in my head as we made our way across the grass instead of taking the paths. I was heading straight to the guardian dorms so I didn't know why they were still following me, they shouldn't have been because none of them were guardians at the Academy.

"Rose!" someone called from behind us and we all turned but I already knew who it was, just by their voice.

Oh fuck, I do NOT need this now.

I slowly turned, hoping that my face was one of livid fury and exasperation and annoyance and disgust, all for that one person. By the look on his face, everything I was feeling was coming out loud and clear on my face, he could read it easily and so could my silent friends that stood beside me, watching him advance.

Alexander Contrive.

I stared at him with a fierce wrath radiating off of me and he got the message pretty clearly.

"Rose –"

"Guardian Hathaway," I snapped viciously at him.

"You were never one for the formalities, why now?" he asked trying to be casual, but I could see through his façade so easily, he was ashamed and shocked and frightened and tensed, as if waiting for a fight, expecting me to rise against him, too bad I've got enough control to handle myself now. It would have been fun to see who would have won in that fight, the Head Guardian or the newbie.

"You don't know me so the answer to your question is not needed, Guardian Contrive," I said severely. "And do you really expect me to strike you as my mother did to me? Do you really think that I am that much out of control?" I challenged, letting my anger bubble up with my words, showing how truly pissed I was at him, hinting that if he pushed me far enough right now, I'd snap and I would hit him. Hard.

He started to step closer and I matched his advance with a step of my own going backwards. His expression showed hurt, and then changed to something else, shock was exactly what it was. "Rose…you're bleeding…a lot," he said. "What happened?" he demanded protectively.

"Guardian Hathaway, is what you will call me, under any circumstances, do you understand?" I ground out through clenched teeth as my fists balled.

"Do you want to know what happened to her?" Etienne growled from beside me in resentment directed towards Alexander.

"No, he doesn't," I answered before Alexander could say anything. "I ran into a wall," I fibbed shortly and began to turn around so I could continue on my way to the guardian building.

"Ro – Guardian Hathaway," he called after me, pleadingly. "Walk with me,"

"No," I whispered dangerously with my back turned to him no longer walking, afraid that any movement might cause me to break my incredible restraint.

"Guardian Hathaway, you are under my order and this is an order, come with me," he said distinctly, his own feelings bubbling up from beneath the surface of his 'guardian face'.

"Are you going to make her?" Adrian challenged boldly, standing right beside me.

Alexander's eyes widened with momentary distraction. "Lord Ivashkov, nice to be in good company. Guardian Hathaway, please, come with me,"

I sighed in irritation and ran a hand, the one that wasn't covered with blood, through my hair and turned to face my commander. "Go to the guest dorms, I'll…see you later," I said dismissively to my friends, my eyes on Alexander the whole time. I slowly approached, suggesting no threat in my advance. "I'll walk," I said to him and he nodded to me, our eyes locked the entire time. I could see and feel that he very much wanted, needed, to tell me something, like he felt guilty and his actions needed an explanation. They sure as hell do, I thought angrily.

We began towards the trees that surrounded the main campus part.

"Guardian Contrive, what is your need to talk with me?" I asked in a polite restrained voice that was quite unlike me in every way.

"I need to tell you something,"

"So tell me something," I rolled my eyes and stopped just inside the cover of the trees.

"It's about your mother,"

"I don't wish to hear about it then," I said curtly.

"But you need to, it's why I didn't do anything, it's something only few people in the world, the whole entire world know." His voice was urgent and beseeching.

I stared in to his earnest eyes and said, "What is it?"

He hung his head, as if he was suddenly ashamed or afraid or just very uncomfortable or…maybe even…humble. "I don't know how to tell you…" he slowly lifted his face to mine and our eyes locked. "She killed someone." He breathed so very silently into the dead air that hung between us.

Once again, I must express how terribly sorry I am for the long wait on the update, i'm so, so sorry. have you read the first chap of Blood Promise on Richelle's site? it's awesome! i'm so sorry and just to let you know, i had great ideas for this story and will be posting even after the book comes out-i just really want to put the story completely out there. i've already writen some chapters really far ahead but i'm doing my best. please dont hate me.

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