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"Hmm. So he has escaped."

The calm voice, within the snowstorm-struck land, was heard.

Standing in the center of a relatively large crater, stood the being who gave the Demon King of the Rising Sun a difficult time.

Mordred, better known as Tanjiro's mysterious pursuer, has survived and was unharmed by the explosion made by the Demon King.

"As expected of the Demon King, his destructive prowess proved to be unmatched, so far. I admit, I did not expect such power being held in reserve."

The being of Darkness remarked, as he wiped his clothes casually as if dust had come upon his clothes.

Mordred furrowed his eyebrows, staring where the former Demon Slayer once stood. Recalling the strange phenomenon that had occurred during their battle.

A portal...? Was the recalled thought he made when he momentarily paused his attack to stare the rift between time and space.

It was that momentary pause that made his mistake and helped the Demon King launched his attack.

The explosion resulted not only served as a testament of the Demon King's might, but the resulting shockwave from that explosion had launched his target into that portal.

"Tch."

He grunted dispassionately, but otherwise retain his calm and emotionless demeanor. Focusing on the task he was supposed to accomplish on hand.

With the Demon King escaped from his grasp, Mordred knew it was a matter of time that the Demon King would regain his strength in whatever world or dimension the portal led him.

"No matter. Soon enough, Demon King, I will be sure to find you. I swear in the name of my Lords', I will hunt you down and kill you."

Mordred declared, as darkness enveloped his entire being. Resulting in darkness engulfing the crater before dissipating leaving no trace of the Demon King's pursuer.

Oh what trials would it serve in the future.

Tanjiro's first order of business was to fix his clothes. Particularly, his haori.

Having it been torn and shredded to pieces after Muzan, who had given control over his body temporarily, had launched one of two most powerful techniques he created since he was turned into a demon. Having enough firepower to destroy a town in one go was understandable. Thankfully, the Demon Slayer uniform he had worn over the years was resistant to the explosion in hand, the fabric that made the uniform was surprisingly durable as it had claimed.

His Blood Demon Art "Exploding Sun", as it was named when an idea of the sun exploded came to mind, was definitely one of his strongest attacks in his entire arsenal. The blast of that magnitude was indeed powerful, and as a result, his haori had been torn to pieces because of that. But that technique had to be used as a last resort, as seen with his battle with mysterious pursuer. Mordred.

Although critically drained of most of his power, Tanjiro had learned three years ago that he was no ordinary demon.

Throughout his travels, he had found out that he has no need to consume human flesh and blood, although blood can be used a power boost, as seen when he found a fresh bloodied corpse he had found in a place called the "British Raj" few years prior. Instead, he can use the sun's rays to regain energy as an alternative source of power, but will only restore his strength. Consequently, he has to consume human blood to increase the upper limits of his power.

After sensing that a reservoir of his energy was slightly restored, thanks to Muzan who oversees and maintains his body when critically low on power. Tanjiro used "Flames of Recreation" to recreate the clothing he had lost prior to his unconscious state.

Flames covered his body, almost bathing him in fire as one could witness in a third perspective. Thinking that he was burning himself with the fire he created.

Having the flames lasted only a few seconds, Tanjiro's clothing was fully restored as if it hadn't been lost in the first place.

The Demon King's next objective was to check if he still has his sword around.

Having been unconscious for an unknown time, he was worried that he had lost the sword that had certainly helped him during his final battle against Muzan and in his global travels as a demon. That also includes the sword's guard, whom Tanjiro had placed in memory of a certain Flame Hashira.

Tanjiro sniffed, using his nose that was enhanced by his demon body, in order to find his sword's whereabouts. Tanjiro smelled the blade's familiar scent, and almost immediately, he went to the approximate location where his nose had detected.

Tanjiro flickered, leaving in a form of a blur that Hashira-level Demon Slayers could hope to trace when in midst of an intense battle.

Within a second, Tanjiro reappeared, and found his sword stuck deep in the tree's trunk.

Having found his sword, the former Demon Slayer let out a sigh of relief at the sword in sight as he effortlessly pulled the sword out without any problems. Except for the part where the sword had been.

If an ordinary human were to mimic the feat made by the Demon King, they will find themselves having a hard time on pulling out the sword that was embedded deep inside the tree. Only respectable Demon Slayers would have enough strength to do so, albeit with some effort put into.

Having retrieved his sword, Tanjiro sniffed as he tried to locate the sword's sheath.

Fortunately enough, he smelled that it was nearby alongside with the bamboo flask Saburo gave him three days prior of his encounter with Mordred.

Tanjiro flickered once more, and reappeared with his belongings as he strapped his sheath and placed his sword inside its scabbard. And finally, without any negative issues. Including the fact that the Hanafuda Earrings was still attached to his ears, and without damage to boot.

Having located all of his belongings, the demon's next plan of action was finding where he was, and why it isn't winter this time around?

Tanjiro leap to the air and landed on top of a tree, gaining the high ground in order to observe his surroundings.

Tanjiro found himself on top of a tree, surrounded by the forest at the base of the mountain. His gaze went far and wide, searching for clues that will help solve his current problem.

As far as his demon-enhanced eyes can see, Tanjiro noted that he can see a small rice farm in the distance. About five kilometers if his demon subconscious were to be specific about it.

Using his nose, the Demon King of the Rising Sun can tell it was the same rice farm that had he went to once when he went out for his first mission in a nearby town. To slay the demon that had been responsible for the disappearance of young girls.

Tanjiro frowned, it had been three or four years since he had been on that mission. Though it had succeeded, it served as a reminder of his first attempt on locating Muzan by interrogating the Swamp Demon of his location. Though the latter refused not even telling his master's name and Tanjiro was forced to kill him without gaining any meaningful information.

The Demon King knew what the consequences were if a demon had uttered their master's name. He had seen it firsthand prior to his first meeting with Zenitsu. It was gruesome to say the least.

The Sun Breath user disappeared in a burst of speed, producing enough force to break the sound barrier multiple times in relatively smaller magnitudes compared to those who had yet to be accustomed to their demonic strength. Making the trees behind him shudder at his inhuman demonic strength.

In just ten seconds, standing on a path between the town and the mountain where old man Urokodaki Sakonji's residence had trained him to become a Demon Slayer, Tanjiro had crossed the distance in between of those two locations from the forest where he once was. Once again proof that he was no longer considered as normal, even by demon standards.

He saw the rice fields, wide as he had remembered them to be. His nose recognizing the scent of the people he greeted when he passed this route to the town Northwest of Urokodaki's residence.

His nose twitched, recognizing an overly-familiar scent that he processed it in an instant.

Without much of thought, he disappeared in a blur. Hiding in a safe distance as he observed the figure with the familiar scent passed by the spot where he had been.

Using his enhanced eyesight, Tanjiro can see the figure's identity from the distance. Similarly, those who used long-range observation devices can spot the figure from Tanjiro's position.

Tanjiro blinked once in confusion, as he saw the figure's identity in an instant.

Nezuko!?

The Demon King exclaimed internally. Seeing his little sister in the distance as she sped up her stride.

What is she doing here? He thought in confusion, before using his nose for confirmation

Tanjiro sniffed once more, further confirming that the woman he smelled in that long distance was indeed his little sister but with key differences.

The smell of blood, sweat, and tears. Suffering and in pain. With the goal that she has to accomplish to matter what. The scent of the mountain that trained him to near death.

These scents that hang over his sister, it was the same scent that he been through on his way to become a Demon Slayer.

With his demon-enhanced eyes, he can clearly his sister's figure even at this long distance. He might as well activate the See-Through World to further confirm this. But he decided not to use it, instead, his demonic plum orbs are more than enough to easily tell her apart.

He can see the black uniform of the Demon Slaying Corps that were covered by her signature star pattern, pink haori. He can see two swords with their respective sheaths fastened by a white buckle at either side. Though seeing that his sister carried two swords and could fight like his friend Inosuke baffled him. Knowing there were two dual-wielding swordsmen that he met during his Demon Slayer experience.

All in all, she looked formal, regal even with her ponytail-tied hair. He knew that Nezuko was one of the prettiest girls back in their hometown before she was turned into a demon. But, seeing her looking at least two years older than the Nezuko he knew before she was turned into a demon, was a beauty in comparison

He thought of Nezuko was considerably older than he had last seen her made him frown. After he had transformed into a demon and made his decision to hunt demons outside of Japan. As a result, he ran away, not even saying a word goodbye to his sister and friends. Since then on, he never saw them again. Even when he returned back to their home three days ago.

Upon further inspection, he saw that his sister's eyes were not pink, but red.

Tanjiro blinked twice in confusion before looking at her once more.

EHHH!? Wasn't Nezuko's eyes supposed to be pink, not red!?

Indeed, despite having the same scent, her eyes are red, not pink. Though her hair still sported the familiar black color as well as its different colored tips that he knew all too well.

But on her back, he saw a familiar brown, wooden box that he had carried throughout his career as a Demon Slayer.

Although the box was significantly wider than what he vividly remembered. He can tell by from both his eyesight and sense of smell alone, there were two compartments inside that box.

His nose twitched furiously, the scent that the Demon King smelled was something he knew all too well.

It was his scent, the scent only he should possessed, was inside the box as well as some food. Probably the reason why there was a second compartment added that he could smell food and drinks by the smell of it.

It was when Tanjiro knew, he needed to find answers.

Muzan, the former demon that terrorized Japan for a thousand years, wasn't too sure if Tanjiro was hallucinating or had gone crazy.

Sure, Muzan knew the current consciousness like the back of his hand. And he knew they were inseparable since he is part of his mind as his demon subconscious but still retain his previous identity as the demon that terrorized Japan. He had his doubts when Tanjiro concluded that they were in another world.

Are you taking me granted as a fool!? Was Muzan's outburst in reaction of Tanjiro's conclusion.

As for how and why he thought of that, Muzan never knew ever since he made himself busy prioritizing in restoring this body's power via sunlight after the human subconscious had regained control over his body.

"Are you sure about that, Tanjiro?" Muzan asked, doubt can easily be heard by the former Demon Slayer, "That we're in another world because you concluded that you saw your sister with red eyes instead of pink and the box she was carrying had your scent inside of it?"

"Yes. That, and the box was wider, and has a second compartment installed." was Tanjiro's simple reply to Muzan.

"...I have no words to say about that. I'm so speechless I feel like I'm some sort bumbling idiot who can't say anything." he said nearly sarcastically, "Although, that may be a reasonable conclusion considering the fact that the scent of the demon you killed during your first mission in this town is somehow fresh. Though it was supposed to be nearly four years ago since your first demon kill as an official slayer."

Indeed, using the Demon King's sight, Muzan can easily tell they were on top of the rooftop of one of many buildings in this town as they saw Nezuko (presumably) being accompanied by a pale teenager at the outskirt of town devoid of people. Kazumi, Muzan recalled the name drawing from Tanjiro's own memories, but not on the degree he can manipulate it but browse it as if it was some sort of book.

As exactly as Tanjiro's memories described, Kazumi was a pale teenager with short black hair, sporting bruises on the right side of his temple and the left side of his cheek. Wearing a dark blue yukata under the brown haori.

This town was moderately decent as remembered, much bigger than the one Tanjiro and his sister hailed from. With a wide river bed and plenty of fishing boats to enter the town. People mingling around or having a pleasant conversation despite nearing dusk.

As for how they weren't spotted by the locals, Tanjiro had used one of the Blood Demon Arts he created called "Concealing Mirage" to hide his presence but not his scent unfortunately.

This Blood Art was inspired by a demon whose name was Yushiro. Not only Tamayo's demon that manage to manipulate Nakime, but manage to hold on his own in a battle of wills was am impressive feat on its own right.

Although Muzan at the time seemingly had the upper hand, the interference of the newly-arrived Hashiras made it hard to regain control of the Biwa Demon and his focus on the Demon Slayers. As a result, the difficulty had made it to a degree that he himself was forced to kill her. Thus destroying the Infinity Fortress and made one of the decisive factors that led to his downfall.

"Tch." Muzan grunted dispassionately at that memory, still hated that Tamayo's spawn of a demon had manage to accomplish such a feat. Nakime was one of his most liked demon, with her ability being the most useful out of all his demons thus far.

According to Tanjiro's memories, he can perform illusions via his talismans like some sort of Onmyoji like Abe no Seimi. A figure he recognized that existed more than a thousand years ago.

I wondered if this world has a version of him?

He wondered inside, which Tanjiro can certainly hear since he lived inside the same mind. There is no secret that Muzan can keep, neither has Tanjiro does to him.

"If what you concluded is true, Tanjiro. Then, we may find ourselves witnessing historical events occur once more but on a different perspective."

"What do you mean by that, Muzan?"

Muzan knew that Tanjiro knew that if he were able to scheme his way using Tanjiro's memories in order to change key events that will lead to his downfall. He knew he would fail. Knowing who is the strongest of two wills.

There was a reason why Tanjiro is the dominant consciousness of this body after all.

"Have it this way, since we know what would happen in this version of our world's past, wouldn't we mind if we change and mold it into our future?"

"No." Tanjiro answered with conviction, Muzan knew that from current consciousness' stubborn attitude, he knew Tanjiro wouldn't back down once he made up his mind.

"Very well. From your stubbornness alone, you won't be that convinced. I won't this bring it up again. If you need me once more, talk to me and I will hear your words."

With that, Muzan went back in Tanjiro's mind resuming his duties as Overseer and Maintainer of the Demon King's body. Leaving Tanjiro alone with his lonesome as he continue to observe the duo.

Night had finally arrived.

Although at the same day, in the same town, the former Demon Slayer stalked the duo when they were near at relatively large mansion.

Tanjiro, a few blocks away, knew the exact time and location where he first detected the demon. At the same time, he was worried that Nezuko, in this world, wouldn't be able to sense the demon as she didn't possess the keen sense of smell he inherited from his father.

Coincidentally, both Tanjiro and Nezuko's head snapped forward. The former having it sensed the moment the demon grabbed the girl at the direction of the mansion.

"It's here!" he heard her shout out as he saw her took off running at the same manner he did once during his first mission, "The color just got brighter! The demon has appeared!"

Color? I wonder if it has a similar ability as my nose?

The Demon King thought, before he saw his sister leapt to the roof of the nearest building for better vision, Tanjiro followed her with silent steps enough to catch Hashira-level Demon Slayers off guard.

Flickering repeatedly, Tanjiro left a plethora of afterimages in the wake of his supremacy in agility. Showing once more that he is more than necessarily worthy of the title as Demon King.

It certainly was when his audience below was awed by the sight of a man in mismatched haori was appearing left and right one instant to another.

Soon enough, he easily caught up with the demon hunter in pink haori as she jumped down to the empty alley, keeping his distance from this world counterpart of his sister.

He saw her swiveling her head around. He assumed that in front of her, there was sight that was unseen by people except her.

Using his nose, he caught the scent of the demon from the ground and the wall, occasionally some were found in some of the house.

There is no doubt about it. Tanjiro thought, This is exactly the same scenario as before. And if I remember correctly, the demon is right below the earth.

With that in mind, he waited his sister in this world as she took her time drawing the same conclusion he did years prior as she stabbed the earth, hard.

A familiar black mud suddenly sprung in that exact spot he remembered.

He remembered that disgusting fountain which the demon he hunted before was indeed worthy to be called Swamp Demon.

And in the middle of that disgusting swamp was the same girl he saved years prior.

This takes me back. He thought nostalgically as he saw Nezuko tried to pull the girl out.

If he remembered correctly, after he pulled the girl out successfully, and the timing of Kazumi's arrival, it should be just about time the demon showed up.

Like before, it happened exactly in the same manner years prior.

As he had remembered, it was the same demon as before. Dark blue hair reached his back, two purple cloths decorate either side of bangs, falling down to his mesh-armor and exposing the wide forehead Tanjiro remembered him to have. Three horns sprouted from his forehead and nerves beneath it like it was supposed to be a poor replacement of his lack of eyebrows.

The more telling of his race is the blank, red eyes. So empty and emotionless, just like he remembered him to have.

Hey, Muzan.

"What is it, Tanjiro? Is there anything worthy of my assistance?"

You know that Swamp Demon's name, correct? He internally asked as he pointed his finger at the demon. Showing him and his clones

"...Yes, I know his name. His name was Numa. That's the name I gave him when I turned him into a demon." in the background, Nezuko's Waterfall Basin can be heard in the distance, "His real name though, he never said it and I admit that I'm ignorant of his name. That is until you killed him and I received his dying memories. But I won't tell you, he really hated his name. So much though, that when girls heard it, they distanced him away with disgust. Hence the reason he eat specifically young girls."

Oh... I didn't know about. I'm sorry, Muzan. Tanjiro apologized as Water Wheel was heard at the battlefield.

"That's fine, Tanjiro. In my opinion, he is right to hate his name. If I were to open my thoughts too much, I'm sure you would receive what am I thinking."

Err... No thanks, I'm good.

"Good. Now would you excuse me, I have a quick maintenance check inside your body for a minute. Call me once more if you have meaningful questions."

Tanjiro nodded, as he returned to the battlefield with the Swamp Demon, know called Numa, snapped.

"YOU BITCH! Stop getting in my way! That woman will go stale!"

Whoa, he just went there.

Tanjiro thought disdainfully at the insult thrown at his sister.

"That woman is already 16 now!" he continued, not bothering to acknowledge Nezuko's rage that started showing her white complexion, as well as Tanjiro; seeing his sister within his range of sight as well as the scent he smelled. "If I don't eat her quickly, she's going to lose that freshness!"

"Don't fret, my duplicate." his one-horned counterpart said, "Oh, well, there exist a night such as these." Tanjiro heard him chuckle as the Demon King remembered one-horned Numa's next line was, "I've already eaten many 16 year old girls from this town. The meat on every single one of them was delicious. I've already had my fill."

"Well, I'm not!" the two-horned Numa spatted, acting like a spoiled brat, "I'm still not satisfied! I want to eat more!"

Tanjiro had enough of listening, having been reminded of how long it was before the actual fighting. He began to sit on the edge of the rooftop he was standing on as he pondered what was his next move was in this world.

Hmm, based on their interactions alone. Everything will go exactly as before...

If this world had gone through the same way Tanjiro experienced. Then he, who knew key events in his life and when will it happen, would be obligated to change it?

He thought about, Muzan brought it up earlier. Change and mold it into our future, was what he said.

If he had been distraught with grief and loss of his fallen comrades then he would likely accept the offer to go back in the past and change the future, molding it into a perfect ending.

But, he remembered that one sentence that Mordred uttered during their battle.

"As for what I want, your mere presence in this world of humans have shifted natural order created by the Lords themselves."

If what he said is true, and the hidden message buried behind those words. Then Tanjiro had the ability to shift the "natural order" created by the "Lords" themselves.

Tanjiro shook his head, No. Changing the past would only lead to an unknown, blank future. Likely a terrible one if I'm not too careful of my actions. Maybe that person, Mordred, was sent to hunt and kill me for this very likely reason.

If his conclusion is correct, then everything seemed to have a fixed destiny. People like Mordred were sent in order to maintain this fixed path.

However, he was still uncertain if his thoughts, or theory if Muzan were to say anything, was true or false. He will have to see in the foreseeable if it was truth or a false one.

Then he heard a thud and the tense atmosphere descended the hushed silence.

He witnessed the remaining demons, the one and three-horned Numa duplicates, stopped on their tracks. Disbelief was clear on their uncaring faces.

"Why..." he heard the one-horned Swamp Demon duplicate mumble, red sclera without pupils widening in shock can be seen by the Demon King's sight, "Why is a mere human like you-"

Then the Demon King slightly widen his eyes in slight shock, seeing the demon going out of the box.

"Well, this is a sight to behold. Never knew this world's version of you would have different eye and hair color." remarked the demon subconscious. Seeing what the Demon King's sight had beheld.

Although surprised by this, Tanjiro replied, "...Reddish brown hair, and ginger eyes. Never knew my counterpart would be different than mine..."

"-Carrying a demon on your back?"

It had been quite some time.

As Tanjiro stood with the illumination of moonlight behind him, observing the battlefield with the use of the See-Through World, he knew the battle was over based on his memories alone.

Although there were strange deviation from his memories, with this world's version of his sister now having a double-edge naginata which honestly surprised him. Muzan himself stated there was a demon slayer in the past who had that same weapon style, and rose to the rank of Hashira. But that demon slayer was killed by Kokushibo thirty years ago.

If Muzan's memory served him correctly, the reason why the strongest Upper Moon demon killed the double-edged naginata wielder was because he wanted to test that particular demon slayer's strength before killing said slayer after the Moon Breath user understood that person's fighting style.

"I don't care if you had trauma with the girl you dated when you were still a human or not, you're despicable. Plain and simple."

Hearing the words being said to Numa, Tanjiro couldn't help but shudder that his sister, in this world, would develop such personality after realizing what she had gone through. If he saw her with her red eyes being highlighted like she was the devil herself, it genuinely terrified him.

"You know. Seeing your sister like this, made me a bit scared of her somehow."

Tanjiro nodded wordlessly with his demon subconscious. Knowing every word Muzan uttered, Tanjiro can accurately tell that he was telling the truth or he was lying. And he knew what the former Demon King had said was true.

Then he saw her thrust her weapon, stabbing the tip of Numa's left side and cutting some of his dark blue strands.

The threat was evident, he heard her ordered.

"Now... Let's talk about what sort of information you know about Kibutsuji Muzan."

"...Say."

Tanjiro then heard utter, "Huh?" in confusion.

"I can't say..."

Tanjiro remembered this, the trembling, the sweat flowing, and the lips trembling. Tanjiro remembered the scent of fear emanating from Numa all those years ago.

"I cannot say! I CAN'T SAY! I can't say! I can't say! I can't say! I CAN'T SAAAYYY!"

"You terrified him that much, Muzan?" Tanjiro asked, recalling the expression Numa displayed years prior.

"To be frank, yes. Lower-level demons feared me because of my overwhelming presence. The only demons that I know who could easily withstand my presence were the Upper Moons and Nakime herself. Safe to say, only a precious few mentioned are able to stand up to me."

"You were really that powerful before Tamayo's drugs weakened you, huh?"

"Tch. If it weren't for those. I would've killed every single one of you Demon Slayers easily. Even at my weakened state, I still proved to be very difficult threat to be eliminated."

Tanjiro agreed, before hearing metal tearing through flesh. Knowing Nezuko had beheaded him. The weakness of every demon.

The Demon King knew the battle was at its conclusion. And he opted to leave before his sister notices him.

As he was about to disappear, using high-speed movement as his main source of transport. But Muzan stopped him.

"Hey, Tanjiro. Don't you think it's strange?"

"Like what, Muzan?" he asked, seeing nothing that he should be aware about.

"Wasn't Numa supposed to turn into ashes by now?"

"What?"

Indeed.

Seeing that Numa was not turning to dust. Tanjiro used his nose, thinking it was some sort of hallucination that was fooling the eyes. But Tanjiro can still smell Numa's scent, and not that of him turning to ashes.

"How!?" he uttered in disbelief, his cat-like plum eyes widen in shock before catching an unfamiliar scent.

"Tanjiro, look at Numa!" his demon subconscious told him.

The former Demon Slayer looked at the fallen Swamp Demon once more. Noticing a cloud of darkness appearing around Numa's decapitated head and fallen body. With Nezuko not noticing the phenomenon unfold including his counterpart.

"What is that!?"

"I don't know. Whatever that is, it's not something that should have existed. Or rather, it shouldn't have supposed to happen."

"What are we going to do?" he asked, ready to draw his sword should the worst can happen.

"We wait." Muzan answered, Tanjiro widened his eyes at the response, "I'm sorry Tanjiro, but I can't have you afford to act rashly, especially if this world has their version of Mordred hunting us. Should the opportunity arises, we come in and intervene. You remember what Mordred said, our 'presence have shifted the natural order created by the Lords,'. By those words alone, there's no telling how much we're changing this world's history as we know it."

The Demon King of the Rising Sun growled, as if unable to accept the logical reasoning Muzan said.

"I know you're angry, Tanjiro. But, please, listen. You said it so yourself, changing the past would only lead to an unknown, blank future. However, if this phenomenon occurring is not something that should have happen, then you would do whatever it takes to bring things back in order. But for now, wait."

Tanjiro was silent, contemplating on whether or not he should wait and see. Or intervene and have him expose his cover.

It took several seconds before Tanjiro made his decision.

"Fine. If things go bad, we go in. Got that, Muzan?"

"As you wish, O Demon King." he said almost playfully, "But for now, we should prepare for the worst. I'll stockpile energy until you deem yourself ready. Until then, I wish you luck Tanjiro."

Those were the words Muzan told him before feeling the energy inside him accumulating in preparation.

Tanjiro exhaled, preparing for the worst that should happen.

If only he knew who the Lords were that Mordred mentioned to begin with.

And cut!

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