Whispers in the Dark

- Chapter Twenty-Three – Bitter Taste

Cory had spent the last few hours in and out of Emily's hospital room along with her other friends, but now that it was late Spencer had left to get something to eat while Hanna and Aria went home for the night.

"Hey, I got your water." Cory said with a smile as she lightly knocked and opened the door to her friends room gently shaking the pitcher of fresh ice water in her hand.

"Thanks." Emily said with a small groan as she adjusted in her hospital bed; trying to sit up better.

"It's pretty late, you don't have to be here." She said with a small smile as she watched Cory set the pitcher of water down.

"You have a hole in your stomach." Cory reminded her with raised eyebrows, before adding with a shrug, "And anyways being here with you beats being home alone tonight."

After running several different tests they'd determined all of Emily's pain had been caused by a severe stomach ulcer, everyone assumed it was brought on by stress from swimming and her friends also knew that her lying to her parents about the Danby scholarship didn't help her stress levels at all.

She hadn't been back in her friends room long at all when there was a soft knock on the door then it opened as Wren Kingston walked inside of the room with Emily's chart in his hand.

"Emily." He greeted, then spotting Cory he apologized, "My apologies, I didn't know you had company."

"I think everyone else went home." Cory admitted, looking the young doctor over she offered a friendly smile. She'd never really had any interaction with him before, the only time she'd really seen much of him was when they were all following Melissa trying to find Ian and found out Wren had been helping her by giving her medical supplies and medicine.

"I thought I'd passed Spencer headed this way a little while ago." He admitted, looking back to the chart in his hand and dreading what he'd have to bring up to the teenager.

"She went to the cafeteria for food." Emily filled him in and he laughed as he joked, "What? And eat hospital food willingly?"

Clearing his throat he said, "Well, the good news is the meds seem to be working and your stomach is on the steady road to recovery. Although I probably wouldn't celebrate this weekend with a take-out curry."

As he crossed the room and pulled a chair up to the bed Emily questioned, "Are you my doctor?"

"No, this is more or less a friendly visit… I'm just checking in." He explained, but she could tell from the look on his face that he wasn't just the bearer of good news –something else was going on.

"There's bad news isn't there?"

Silently he looked from Emily to Cory, who immediately understood that he wanted to talk to her alone and she said, "I'm gonna grab a coffee or something-"

"No, stay." Emily cut her off, adjusting in the bed more with her anxiety increasing by the second, "Please stay." she repeated before nodding to Wren saying in a rushed, breathless tone, "Whatever you have to tell me, she can stay."

Blowing out a heavy, burdened breath he spoke in a calm tone as he said, "Look Emily, I know you swim competitively and I know the pressure all athletes are under to preform at their best to constantly break their own records."

"Wait, I thought that swimming didn't cause the ulcer." She questioned.

"It didn't." He agreed, glancing to Cory before focusing back on Emily and explaining, "But your panels showed high levels of HGH in your bloodstream."

"Human growth hormone?" Emily gasped at the same time Cory asked, "Steroids?"

"I've never taken that!" she insisted, feeling that the tests had to be wrong.

"Emily, if you're using any sort of performance enhancing drug or steroid it's going to show up in your tests and you need to understand the perils of what you're doing." He continued to explain.

"I'm not doing anything! This is insane, your tests are wrong." She exclaimed, nodding Cory agreed whole-heartedly, "She wouldn't take steroids."

"Emily, these tests don't lie and I did check twice. I'm here as a friend, I wanted to speak to you before your attending physician."

"Did you tell my dad?"

"I haven't… but you're a minor so he will have to know-" Wren was in the middle of explaining when Emily cut him off, her voice in a panic as she pleaded, "Please, no, don't tell him this. I could get kicked off the team and it would ruin any chance of a scholarship."

"Emily." Cory said as she gently put her hand on her friend's shoulder to keep her from straining and sitting up any farther than she'd already done in her panic.

"Please, just don't tell my parents. I'll take the test again, I'll do whatever I need to do."

"It's not my descision to make, but I'll speak to your attending and see what I can do." He promised as he started to stand up from his seat.

"Is her doctor still Dr. Marshall?" Cory questioned, trying to gauge how much of a shot Emily had at keeping this hidden.

"No, he's gone home for the night." Wren said as he pulled a paper from his pocket and scanned it as he said, "Now it looks like her attending is…oh-" He breathed with raised eyebrows.

"What who is it?" Emily asked with wide, fearful eyes.

"Dr. Blackwell, I haven't dealt with him personally but from what I understand he's by the books, I've heard the term hard-ass thrown around when it comes to him." He admitted and Cory's eyebrows raised at the mention of her father's name as Emily's gaze snapped to her friend silently pleading for her to help.

"Perfect." She mumbled under her breath as she turned and left the room in search of her dad who she found coming out of another room.

Coming to a stop she held her breath with the realization that this was probably going to start a fight and they still hadn't worked things out after she'd taken off the night before – but even if it did cause a fight, she'd still have to try for her friend's sake.

"Dad." She called out getting his attention, as he looked up from the clipboard in his hands with a slightly confused expression as he pointed out, "I thought you girls had all left?"

"No, I decided to stick around a little longer." She explained, slowly walking up towards him before whispering, "Can we talk for a minute?"

With a sigh he pointed out, "I'm working, Cory."

"It's actually work related." She admitted in a quiet tone, she didn't look him in the eyes as she explained, "Dad, you can't tell Emily's parents about the HGH that showed up in her tests."

Leading her into a small office behind the nurses station in the center of the unit, he dropped the clipboard in his hand to the table with a loud clank as he demanded to know, "How do you even know what her panels showed? I haven't even spoken to her about it yet!"

"It doesn't matter how I found out… all that matters is that I know what the test showed but it has to be a mix up or something. You can't tell her dad about it." Cory pleaded.

"There wasn't a mix up, I ran the test twice and had more blood drawn from her but the results showed the same. Not that I'm even supposed to be talking about this with you at all."

"Please don't tell Emily's dad-"

"She's a minor." Austin argued with his daughter.

"But if anyone finds out this could ruin any chance she has at a scholarship, she could be kicked off her swimming team." Cory tried to argue for her friend's sake but her dad wasn't having any part of it.

"She should have thought about that before she took steroids."

"She didn't take them! Come on, dad. You've known Emily for years and you know as well I do that she's worked so hard to get where she is… you know she wouldn't take steroids."

"Yeah? Well, there was also a time when I thought my own daughter was smart enough to stay away from drugs but I was wrong about that too. Look, HGH is dangerous and her parents need to know so that they can stop her and Emily's going to be better for it in the long run. Even if she has to give up swimming, she'll be alive… which is more than I can say if she keeps using performance enhancing drugs." Austin continued to argue with his teenage daughter.

"Can you just hold off on telling her parents? Please, she'll retake the tests and you can see I'm right. She hasn't taken steroids…" Cory's voice trailed off when she saw her dad shaking his head back and forth, clearly not buying what she was trying to sell and he tried to dismiss the conversation by saying, "If I were her parents I'd want to know."

Catching him just outside of the office when he walked away, Cory faced him as she pleaded, "I know you're mad at me and you've got every right to be but please don't take that out on my friend. Don't punish Emily because I'm a screw up, okay? Because she's not… she doesn't take shortcuts to get things. I know her and I'd bet my life on this –she's never taken HGH and she never would."

Letting out a defeated sigh, he slowly nodded, "I'll hold off on telling her dad about this… but you and her both need to know that if the new tests come back positive there isn't anything I can do. It will be in her files and with a minor those aren't sealed to their parents."

"Thank you." She said sincerely, her eyes stinging from tears with how worked up she'd gotten and from the fear of Emily's parents finding out and moving her to Texas with them.

Nodding he paused and looked at her a little longer before he said, "I need to check on Emily and my other patients, you need to go home. It's late and it's a school night."

"When will you be home?" She asked him.

"In a couple of hours, I just need to make my last rounds for the night and finish some last minute paperwork." He explained, before repeating, "Go home, Cory. Get some sleep."

She nodded in agreement and watched as he walked away towards her friends room. Cory rubbed her hands over her face and thought that going home actually sounded like a good idea, now she felt completely exhausted and all she wanted to do was a take a hot shower and go to bed.

Turning around to head for the elevators she saw Wren lingering towards one of the entrances to the nurses station, from the look on his face she'd gathered he'd probably heard most of the conversation between them.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell him how I found out about Emily's test results." She softly smiled as she spoke.

"So…" He breathed running a hand over his head, "I didn't know he was your father, if I had I probably wouldn't have-"

"What? Called him a hard-ass?" She questioned with a knowing look as she came to a stop next to him.

"Yeah, probably not." He agreed with a weak laugh.

"It's alright." She assured him as she walked past him towards the elevators.

Turning and watching her as she passed him he called out, "Is it?"

Looking at him from over her shoulder she admitted, "Well, it is true after all."

Once she was in the elevator alone and the doors closed, she rested her forehead against the cold metal of the side wall and blew out a heavy breath. The events of the day had been much more taxing than she'd anticipated and she wasn't sure there was much more she could take.

When the doors opened on the first floor she stepped off and pulled her phone from her pocket to see a few texts from Jason checking on her since he hadn't heard from her early that morning when he'd dropped her off at her house.

She sent him a quick text letting him know she was alright but that Emily had been admitted in the hospital and she'd spent most of the day there.

When he texted back and asked if she was going home soon, she didn't get a chance to reply when Spencer seemingly came out of nowhere and pulled her back onto the elevator.

"Spencer what the hell-"

Hitting the button for the basement Spencer turned to her friend and explained, "We need to get to laundry and change."

"Change for what?" She whisper yelled back at her.

"To fit in, they should keep the outfits the volunteers wear in the laundry room and then we can slip into the morgue."

When she was met by an even more confused expression she sighed, "So we can find Ali's autopsy report."

Once the pair was changed into the same outfits the hospital volunteer's wore, Cory's phone went off with a text from Emily asking her to come back to her room –it was urgent.

Making their way back up to Emily's room on the third floor, Cory tried as hard as she could to stay out of sight knowing she'd have no excuse for why she was dressed like that if she ran into her dad again.

Once inside they shut the door behind them and Emily held up the lid that had been covering her drink, in black marker there was a note from A scrawled on the inside. 'Hey Em, some cream with your coffee?'

"What?" Cory asked confused as she read the note over again.

Giving them a look like she felt like it was the end of the world, Emily uncovered her main dish on the dinner tray they'd brought her hours before but she hadn't felt like eating at the time to reveal a tube of the pain relief cream she'd been using.

"Oh my god… it was in your pain cream? How the hell did A manage to spike that?" Cory asked and Spencer retorted, "How the hell does A do anything?"

"How long was this in your system? Did it damage any organs?" Spencer asked with a face full of concern.

"Forget my organs, it's on my medical chart! It's ruined my life, I can never swim again!"

Cory frowned, as bad as she felt for Emily she also hated the fact that she'd gotten her dad to believe that there was no way HGH could actually be in her friend's blood and now it was –even if she hadn't taken it willingly. The last thing she needed was something else coming between them.

"Medical records are private." Spencer tried to ease her nerves but that was clearly not going to happen when Emily unintentional snapped, "Not from my parents."

"What are you going to tell your dad?" Cory softly questioned.

Shrugging Emily said, "I'm going to tell him to get me out of here. Take me to Texas, it can't get any worse than this."

"Emily, remember, A tried to plow down Hannah with a car?" Spencer asked.

"Is that supposed to make her feel better?" Cory asked, turning to face her friend.

"I'm just saying that A tried to take one of us down before and it didn't work."

"Spencer!" Emily hissed, "A is taking us down, one at a time. Cory is probably next."

Rubbing her forehead Cory breathed, "On second thought, how big is this house your parents got in Texas? Maybe I can move with you."

"No, stop it!" Spencer ordered, "We are not giving into this freak! Look, we are this close to finding out what happened to Alison and A is the one who killed her –than A's going to be the one to leave Rosewood and not us."

Spencer's words gave them all a lift of strength, knowing they were still unraveling a mystery and maybe A was striking again because they were close to solving it. They had to find out what happened to Alison.

They all jumped when there was a knock at the door and Emily's dad walked in and greeted them. Cory quickly scrambled and got both the note from A and the tube of pain cream covered before he could spot it.

When he apologized for interrupting, Spencer lied, "It's okay. We actually have to get back to work."

Nodding he smiled and said, "Cory, I just ran into your dad and he didn't mention you were volunteering here."

"Yeah, it's our first day." Spencer cut in with a nervous laugh as Cory added, "Yeah, we're still on hour one."

"We'll just get this tray out of your way." Spencer said as she picked up the tray and Cory opened the door for her, with both girls almost knocking against each other trying to get out of the room and out of sight incase Cory's dad was still nearby.

After throwing the entire tray away in a trashcan they passed, both friends made their way back to the basement and towards the morgue. She didn't express her concerns out loud, but Cory was terrified they were going to be caught. In her mind it was already a miracle they'd made it that far without being seen by her dad or someone else they knew.

"It's freezing in here." Spencer breathed as she rubbed her hands over her arms when they entered the room.

"Yeah, we should be thankful for that." Cory commented, then her eyes landed on a desk where she saw an opened package of cookies. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she asked, "How could anyone sit in here and eat?"

"The cold keeps them fresh?" Spencer shrugged as she started for the file cabinets lining the back wall.

Her friend started to follow her but then stopped as her attention was drawn to the bodies lying under white sheets on autopsy tables around them. Even with the cold she could still smell death in the air; she considered maybe it was in her mind but either way she couldn't bring herself to take another step.

Swallowing hard she rubbed her sweaty palms on the side of the volunteer outfit she was in as she spotted a smaller body shape under one of the white sheets –couldn't have been much bigger than her brother was when he'd died.

"Cory!" Spencer called out, trying to get her attention, "Focus, come on."

"I… I can't do this. I can't be here. Oh my god…" She breathed, not able to catch her breath as she turned for the door and repeated, "I can't do this."

"Yes you can!" Spencer urged, walking back to her as she assured her. "You can do this, okay? All I need you to do is just watch the door… I'll find Ali's file."

"Then you need to hurry." Cory breathed, feeling her legs trembling beneath her as her eyes kept drifting back to the child sized body under the sheet.

Most days, the only way she kept her sanity was to block what had happened to her little brother, Ryan, from her mind. If she let herself think about him, his death and how she was responsible it would destroy her.

Once the thoughts and feeling of guilt crept in she'd start to unravel –she couldn't hold food down, wouldn't sleep for days on end –which made her dangerous to herself because then she'd do anything she could to get the thoughts from her mind. Which was most of why she'd gotten so heavy into drug use and binge drinking, just trying to escape the pain and stop herself from thinking about what had happened.

Her breathing grew shakier as she whipped her head back and forth looking at the covered bodies and slowly, thoughts of her mom crept in to. It hurt, not knowing where her mom was or even if she was alive and now all she could think was that her mother could be lying dead somewhere in morgue just like the one she was standing in.

"Found it!" Spencer announced shaking Cory from her thoughts. Seeing her friend's ghostly white face she brought the file with her as she walked over to check on her and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm so far from okay right now." Cory admitted with red rimmed, watery eyes as she helplessly fought to catch her breath.

Spencer looked around the room, her eyes stopping on the small sheet covered corpse and it clicked why her friend's face was almost as white as the sheet.

"You can keep watch from outside." Spencer offered with an empathetic expression.

"No." Cory argued, trying to keep her voice strong and not focus on how it felt like her lungs had closed off, "Let's just do this."

Nodding Spencer opened the file and both girls skimmed the pages and Cory's eyebrows lowered as she read out loud, "Occiptal fontanelle…"

"It's just part of your skull." Spencer dismissed and Cory shot her a look from the corner of her eye and said, "I know what it is… my dad's a doctor, remember?"

"Good, because there's a lot in here that I don't understand." Spencer sighed, as her eyes scanned the page at a rapid rate.

"There should be a summary page or something." Cory said as she reached out and turned some pages until she found the one she was talking about.

"The impact on the posterior of the victim's cranium indicates that she was facing away from the assailant." Cory softly read, fighting to even keep her voice over a whisper.

"They got her from behind… she was ambushed." Spencer translated even though her friend already understood what it meant and added in, "Or running away?"

"Like she was trying to escape?" Spencer realized and they exchanged looks before focusing their attention back on the report.

"The cranium was displaced inward upon impact…" Spencer gasped, "Meaning she was hit so hard they dented her skull."

Cory put a hand over her stomach, feeling physically sick at the thought of how much pain Alison must have endured right before she died. To make matters worse Spencer pulled an x-ray photo from the chart and held it up to the light so they could see the damage that had been done.

"And the weapon was most likely a curved, blunt edge." Spencer continued as she looked back to the summary.

"Like a field hockey stick?" Cory questioned.

"Yeah, like the one Ali borrowed from me… the one Jason most likely buried in my backyard." Spencer answered in an authoritative tone, causing Cory to roll her eyes and start to argue until Spencer gasped.

"What?"

"There was dirt in her lungs…" Spencer admitted, "Meaning she was breathing in dirt when she died."

"She was buried alive?" Cory gasped, her eyes wide in terror as the gravity of what her friend said finally sunk it.

Dying from a blow to the back of the head was one thing –but being buried alive was at the top of almost everyone's list of fears. Suffocating to death had to be one of the worst ways to die, there was no telling how long her best friend had been buried in the ground slowly losing oxygen, scared and alone until death finally took her.

"We need to get out of here." Spencer said, her voice cutting through her friend's thoughts as she closed the file and started for the door.

"You're taking it?" Cory asked, as she scurried behind her.

"Yeah, just for the night we can meet back here in the morning and return it."

Once they were changed back into their clothes Spencer wanted to take the autopsy report up to Emily's room to show her what they'd found, but Cory declined saying she just wanted to head home for the night.

Spencer had already taken the elevator up to the third floor by the time Cory finally exited the laundry room and made her way to the elevator. She wasn't sure why but it felt like she was trying to walk uphill, or there was some invisible force fighting against her as she neared the doors.

As she reached the doors and pushed the button to call for the elevator, her eyes drifted up to the light which was flickering and making a buzzing sound from above her.

Being alone in a dark, creepy basement at night with unreliable lighting sounded like something straight from a horror movie. With an exhausted breath she dropped her head back against the hard wall with the thoughts of how her life was turning into a real life horror movie –complete with a masked enemy always two steps ahead and bad surprises around every single corner.

As the elevator opened, she stepped inside and immediately had to grab onto the railing that spanned along three sides of the elevator when it became increasingly hard to breathe.

Her mind was racing as fast as her speeding heart, when the elevator started to move she turned and put her back as flat against the back wall as she could get it. Sweat beaded across her forehead and tears burnt like acid in her eyes as she fought to try and hold onto something mentally to keep in control.

The doors opened, though she wasn't sure what floor the elevator had went to because she hadn't pressed any buttons. A handful of hospital staff got on the elevator, talking busily among themselves but she couldn't make out any of their words and their voices started to turn into a mechanical whirring noise barely audible when her hearing became muffled.

Her surroundings started to blur away into a terrifying sea of the metal walls and featureless faces of the people who got off the elevator at the destination. Once she was alone her every hold on staying in control slipped away and her knees buckled; bringing her to the floor with a thud that she couldn't even feel.

Aimlessly she moved around on her hands and knees trying to get back to her feet, but her every moment made her even more dizzy and it felt like there was no way out of the elevator. Sinking back into a corner, tears rolled down her cheeks and her hands went to her neck fingers clawing at her own skin as if there was something against her throat cutting off her air supply and she was trying to free herself from it.

Off in the distance she could faintly hear a voice, indiscernible words but there was a human voice which she tried to focus on.

When she felt someone grab her hands and pull them away from her throat her eyes popped open and painfully slow the blank, blurry face in front of her started to come into focus –it was Wren.

"It's Cory, right?" He asked, his voice calm and clear as he knelt down in the elevator floor in front of her.

Unable to speak she nodded frantically to what he was saying and tried to pull her hands away but he held onto them just firmly enough that she couldn't pull away and hurt herself any worse.

"Listen to the sound of my voice." He instructed, "Come back to the present. You're safe."

Watching as she continued to gasp for air and struggle in a fight with herself, he noticed her eyes at least seemed focused on him now and not glazed over with a terrified expression.

"That's it, just concentrate on my voice and your breathing." Wren coached her, "Stay here, stay in the present."

When she stopped flailing to get her hands pulled away, he let go as he said, "Cory, I want you to count to ten with me, okay?"

Nodding her head she made some strained noises as she tried to clear her throat enough to speak as he started to count.

"One…"

When she didn't repeat after him, he said in a slightly louder voice, "One…"

Her mouth hung open still fighting for air as she stuttered out, "One... one…"

"That's good, keep counting." He encouraged, "One, two, three."

With every number he said and she repeated her voice grew in strength and her breathing slowed.

He guided her through the numbers a few times until she was finally able to breath normally.

"Are you alright?" He asked, as he helped her to her feet.

"Yeah… I just… it felt like it was never going to end." She admitted, embarrassed as she angrily swatted the tears from her cheeks.

"Have you had panic attacks before?" He questioned, still watching her closely in case she started to lose control again.

"Yeah…" she swallowed hard, "A few times before."

Nodding he explained, "I believe your dad already left for the night, but I could try and call for him, see if he's still-"

"No, please don't. I –I'm fine, I just…" Her voice trailed off as tears filled her eyes again and she fought to keep her handle on the present and not let her mind be filled with memories of her brother, her mother or dead best friend.

Clearing her throat she explained, "I just want to go home."

Reaching over he pushed the button for the first floor before turning back to her and admitting, "I'm not so sure you should be driving right now."

Rubbing her hands over her face, her voice came out muffled as she groaned, "I don't have a car."

When the doors opened and they both stepped off, he added with raised eyebrows, "I don't think you should be walking in this condition either." His eyes moved to the large windows as he continued, "Not to mention how late it's gotten."

"I'll be fine, really. I don't live too far away." She brushed his words off and tried to move towards the exit, but he stopped her as he checked the time on his watch and offered, "I've still got some time left on my break, I could give you a ride to your house."

"No." she declined with a weak laugh, "You spent enough of your break time on me already, I'll be okay."

"No, really. I insist… if not for your sake than for mine, I'd feel better knowing you made it home safe –after what I saw back there." He said nodding back towards the elevator.

Nodding appreciatively she said, "Thank you."

"No problem at all." He assured her. As they started to walk towards the door she felt his hand land gently on her lower back and she paused to turn and look at him.

"Cory?"

"Jason!" She exclaimed, turning back around to see he'd just came through the doors of the hospital.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, rushing forward and catching him off guard as she wrapped her arms around him and nearly knocked him down. Folding his arms back around her his eyebrows lowered as he admitted, "When you didn't text me back earlier I got worried. What's wrong?"

When she didn't reply to his question, he gently held onto her arms and pushed her back some so he could a good look at her and check her over. His eyes lingered on the raised marks all over the front of her neck before they locked with her eyes and he could tell she'd been crying, not to mention her body was still slightly trembling.

Jason's eyes darted back to where Wren was standing before he looked back at Cory and asked, "What happened?"

"It was just a panic attack, I'm alright now though… I just wanna go home." Her voice was strained, like it was painful to even get enough strength to speak to him.

Looking between them Wren questioned, "I guess you don't need that ride after all?"

Looking back over her shoulder to him she smiled as she said, "No, I'm okay now, Wren… but thank you, for everything."

With a smile back at her, he nodded before turning and heading back towards the elevators giving the couple some privacy.

"A panic attack? What caused it?" He asked, not giving her time to answer before he added onto the questioning, "And who was that?"

"He's a friend, sort of." She tried to explain.

"Sort of?" Jason questioned, feeling like yet again she was allergic to straight answers.

"I guess so… he's a friend of Spencer's. He found me when I was having the panic attack and brought me back." She explained, avoiding the question of what brought the panic attack on. The last thing she wanted to do was think more about her mom or her brother –or admit to him that she'd been looking over Alison's autopsy and tell him his sister had been buried alive.

"What caused you to have a panic attack?"

"Jason…" She sighed, realizing for the first time how heavy her eyelids felt and she swore she could hear her bed calling out for her, "I can't think about it anymore tonight."

"About what?" He pushed.

Just the night before he'd thought everything was out in the open and she was finally being honest with him about things, in truth that was the closest he'd felt to her since they'd first reunited when he moved back. Now it seemed like she was back to hiding things and keeping secrets or maybe it was his own paranoia –he wasn't really sure.

"Can you please just take me home?" She questioned, her tired eyes meeting his and he couldn't tell her no.

"Yeah, come on." He nodded as he wrapped an arm around her side and she leaned against him as they walked out of the exit. She knew she'd have to give him some answers soon but for now it was taking all the strength she had to stay awake and get her legs to carry her to his car.

A/N - I hope you all liked the chapter. ^_^

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