Chapter Twenty
Melok looked up as his front door opened and Hermione stepped inside, offering a tight smile. "So, how did it go?" he inquired, knowing she'd just dropped the boys off at the house on Baker with Eileen for the first time.
She sighed. "It'll be an adjustment. They're going to miss Jeanette and Anna, although Filius is more than a little keen to explore the new house. I put a nice playset in the backyard and got some new toys for them to play with to put in the playroom there. Caelum was still sulking when I left but Filius was making an effort to cajole him into going to play with some of their new things. Eileen, of course, is a Prince and isn't remotely deterred by their reticence."
He snorted in amusement. "Genia always said that she and Eileen were cut from the same cloth. She was four years Eileen's elder, but when they were young Eileen followed her about at family events, from what Genia said, not unlike how Andromeda follows the Prewett twins around."
Hermione smirked. "That gives me such a laugh. In Alpha, Andromeda was always so disapproving of Fred and George's antics, fussing over them like a mother hen, even more so than Molly. I have to wonder if she was remembering Fabian and Gideon, looking back now."
"Likely," Melok agreed. "In any case, I'm certain Eileen will manage just fine. Will you have the Floo hooked up by next week when I need to be dropping them off?"
"Yes," she confirmed. "I was assured it would be done by Thursday at the latest, so by the time you need to be accessing the house on Monday, it will certainly be sorted. I'd hoped to have it ready by today, but the Ministry was being fussy about having a Floo connected to a house in a Muggle neighborhood that is not the primary residence of a magical family. I also couldn't say it was an official day care facility, as it's just set up for our boys."
"So whose palm did you have to ultimately grease?" he inquired, knowing that had probably been the bottom line.
"In this case, it paid to know a Prince, and I don't mean that in a surname sort of way," Hermione mused. "I got sick of dealing with the Ministry so I reached out to Richard Feliz, and he pulled strings for me citing to the Goblins that the Flitwick children were under the protection of the Goblin nation, and as such it was appropriate for them to have a magical escape route from a safehouse. He even managed to play it that it was done on Gringotts' Galleons, which was nice, even if I certainly could have afforded the fee."
"Have you spoken with Richard about the Goblin Nation in regard to their neutrality where Voldemort is concerned?" Melok asked, considering the young Slytherin who, like Hermione, descended from a Royal line of Goblins.
"The prat was one step ahead of me," she laughed. "When I spoke to him the other day he said that he's already put in for time at the next session of Goblin Lords. It'll be another month yet before that happens, but he has reserved time to bring the subject up."
"Did you explain to him what he may have to give up in order to secure their cooperation?" came the next obvious question.
Hermione nodded. "Richard is bright, and a Slytherin besides. Further, he has an advantage over me being male. He intends to propose to them that rather than taking a Goblin wife, as we all know they'll want him to do, he will agree to donate sperm and allow for three Goblin females to become pregnant with his children. Those Goblins will be allowed to give their children his name, will be acknowledged by him and not considered bastards, but he won't be required to marry any of them. In exchange, they will agree to never force him to marry. Richard says that he'll likely never marry anyone to be on the safe side, not willing to risk the Goblins forcing a divorce and then costing someone he loves their magic, but this would give him the freedom to have a long term relationship with someone of his choosing, and if they were amenable, even children with her. The Goblins, on the other side of that, still get the Feliz line propagated."
Melok nodded in approval. "While not ideal, it would be a compromise they would see as reasonable, as it would further the Feliz line even more than they could hope to if he married one Goblin woman, even if he had three children with that wife. The genetic diversity this affords would be a boon."
"That's Richard's theory as well."
"Smart boy," he remarked. "Must be the Goblin blood."
"Ha, ha," Hermione said dryly. "So, question for you, oh wise Master Goblin - is there a way to seal a natural Kinship bond without a Mage?"
Melok raised an eyebrow. "Not that I'm aware of, although we could feasibly do more research into the subject. I presume you reference the upcoming birth of Severus?"
She nodded. "I've been on the lookout for signs of Nicolas Flamel, of course, but I haven't found much. Having Eileen as our Nanny is a step in the right direction, but she's still adamant about staying clear of the Wizarding world. I'd thought that perhaps if I sealed the bond between Severus and myself sooner rather than later, she might be more inclined to come back to the fold. In effect, it would make me her surrogate daughter by extension of me being her son's sister. One would imagine the idea of having a Mage as a daughter would make her feel secure in the Wizarding world. Of course, it would only be worth exploring the possibility of sealing it without a Mage if it's feasible to seal it with a child that young. As I understand things, both parties involved in the bond need to consent to the sealing, and Severus couldn't consent."
Melok shook his head. "You'd be able to direct the sealing on your own, and Eileen should be able to consent on his behalf. In the old days, a parent would consent to the sealing of a Kinship bond on behalf of a child as a means to secure the placement of a ward and his or her foster family. Granted, that was typically done with blood based Kinship bonds and not natural ones, but the principle should still apply. It's no different than what Regulus did with myself and Filius."
"Ah, I should have remembered that," Hermione mused. "Gods, that was an age ago."
"Not even four years," he remarked. "Time does fly when you're busy plotting the downfall of Dark Lords, however. Speaking of plotting, what else have you been up to lately?"
"Well, Sirius and I are talking about starting something of a Preparatory Academy…" she began.
Melok sighed. It was always something with this woman.
Cedrella walked side by side with her husband, her cousin Lycoris Black on his other side, smiling a little as the pair talked rapid fire to the assembled group of Ministry officials about the newly established Manchester Lycan Reserve. It had taken nearly five years to get the project approved, Lyall Lupin attempting to block them at every turn, but in the end they'd managed it. The property they'd selected was on a henge, just as Cor had suggested, west of Lancaster in the Wizarding portion of the Forest of Bowland. Uncle Sirius had also purchased a property in Lancaster proper which had once been a hotel, and had a Floo connection, with plenty of space where friends or family who couldn't come to the preserve were welcome to wait out the moon if they wished. While this had begun as Uncle Sirius and Aunt Hermione's project, neither of them had the time to oversee it, so they opted to hand it over to someone else in the family.
Honestly, it was more Lycoris' project than anything, although the Wizengamot was never going to allow a single Witch to head anything, so it had been agreed that Septimus and Cedrella would technically be in charge of the project, and admittedly she was pleased to be involved with it, but at the end of the day Septimus mostly handled the administrative aspects of things, and Lycoris managed the rest of it. Cor coordinated with the Healers, the Lycan representatives, Helen's Sanctuaries as needed, and with the many of the suppliers who assisted them in providing the werewolves with meals, clothes, potions, and even on occasion, with job placement.
A glance behind her showed Uncle Sirius and Aunt Hermione walking a few steps behind Cedrella, Septimus, and Lycoris, and Cedrella couldn't help but take note of the pride shining in their eyes. A few years ago, she couldn't have imagined the desire to make her Uncle Sirius proud, but now, everything was different. On a logical note, she knew he wasn't technically speaking her uncle and by extension, Hermione wasn't technically her aunt, but all the same she felt like they were more her Uncle and Aunt than the real Sirius Black the second and Hesper Black ever had been. They embodied everything a Head of House couple should be, and made her proud of being a Black. Before, she'd felt nothing but shame at the remembrance, and was more than happy to shed the name upon her marriage to Septimus.
"The property spans fifty acres," Lycoris was saying, "at the center of which is a henge, which reinforces the wards. We had a Potions Grandmaster come out and re-enforce the wardstones on the perimeter, and a Goblin born wards expert out to set the wards to the facility on a whole."
"Every member of our staff is an Animagus," Septimus chipped in. "Research has shown, and our Lycan friends have confirmed this, that given the werewolf tendency to be pack animals, they will not attack someone in an Animagus form. This has been tested in the course of our preparation. All of our Healers are also fully trained in casting containment wards for emergency situations, which would allow them to ward a localized area even within the warded property."
"What situation would call for that sort of thing?" one of the Ministry representatives inquired.
Lycoris answered. "It is unusual for werewolves to attack one of their own. The only time this would happen would be if two alphas were vying for dominance. It's rare, but it does happen sometimes. As such, supposing two alphas got into a fight on a full moon, any of our healers would be able to ward each of them into separate areas, stopping them from injuring each other, or if an injury had already occurred, to keep the injured party safe while they were being treated."
"But wouldn't the Healer be attacked, if they shifted out of their Animagus form?" another representative asked.
Septimus shook his head. "The Healers are also trained, by our staff Defense expert, in spells which will specifically stun a werewolf who is transformed. Standard stunning spells won't do the trick, but there are spells which will bring a werewolf down without causing them undue injury. Therefore, a Healer would be more than capable of rendering a werewolf unconscious within a warded field, and then treating them for their injuries. That said, in the case that treatment is needed, by the time it's gotten that far, our Lycan friends say it's unlikely the wolves would have much fight left in them anyway."
"Lycan friends?" came an annoyed question. "That's a joke."
Cedrella was not remotely surprised when Aunt Hermione spoke up in response to that jab. She really did not like this man.
"Mister Lupin, you've been invited on this tour as a courtesy in some vague hope that it would dissuade you from further railing against the Lycan community," Aunt Hermione said, striding forward with purpose. "If you cannot hold a civil tongue for a single hour, however, I will be more than glad to escort you from the premises. What we are building here is meant to create a safety net for those with Lycanthropy in hopes to minimize if not outright stop the spread of what is unequivocally a disease that I assure you, none afflicted wish they were suffering from. That you hold a sickness against them is ludicrous."
Lupin sneered. "They're monsters, Lady Black. Nothing more. Maybe it is a disease, but it's a disease that makes men into monsters, and that's the honest truth. That you propose to treat such a thing so cavalierly is what I find ludicrous. My wife is expecting a child, and it honestly terrifies me that our baby might be born into a world where people purport monsters to be friends."
Cedrella watched her aunt's hand twitching, knowing damn well that she hardly needed a wand to hex this prat something awful. While Merlin knew he probably deserved to be Transfigured inside out and left for dead, that wouldn't help them get the final approval from the Ministry to officially open for business. She began walking toward Aunt Hermione, close enough to hear her mutter under her breath, "I wonder if Dobby knows of any active volcanoes…"
Uncle Sirius' eyes bulged and Cedrella lunged forward and grabbed Aunt Hermione by the wrist. "Let's take a walk, Aunt Hermione!"
The other woman looked irritated, Uncle Sirius looked deeply thankful, and Cedrella didn't look back at the group as she all but dragged Aunt Hermione away. "I wasn't going to do it," her aunt fussed when they were a few meters away. "I just really hate that man."
"Yes, well," Cedrella said, smoothing her skirt a bit with her hands, "you appeared to be seriously deliberating the idea, so I opted to remove you from the source of temptation."
"Spoilsport," Aunt Hermione responded. "Remus is already conceived. The world doesn't need Lyall Lupin anymore, you know. Merlin knows he won't be there for his son, so what purpose does he serve?"
"It's that fine line between saving the Wizarding world and playing God," she countered. "You haven't the right, Aunt Hermione."
"So I'm more than welcome to decide who to save, but I can't decide who dies?" the other woman snapped. "Good to know. Glad we had this chat."
Cedrella frowned. "Where is this coming from? Why does Lupin get under your skin so much?"
Aunt Hermione pulled her into one of the several buildings on the property to give them some privacy and then in a blink, she used advanced Transfiguration to change her physical appearance radically. Suddenly, Cedrella wasn't looking at her aunt any longer, but rather a man she'd never set eyes on before. He looked worn and tired, heavily scarred, wearing a tweed suit that was more than a little used and patched in several places. The man clearly had a look of extended poverty, and of being down on his luck for many years. His scars, she knew from her exposure to many of the werewolves she, Septimus, and Lycoris had met these last five years, were likely in great part self-inflicted. "Who is he?" she asked softly.
Aunt Hermione shifted back to her own form. "Remus. Remus Lupin. He's the baby Lyall was just talking about, to be born soon. He'll be one of Sirius' best friends, and a few years before he comes to Hogwarts, unless something changes this go around, he'll be infected by a werewolf named Fenrir Greyback."
Cedrella knew Greyback. He was a troubled man, and while he had hope for the program and had agreed to take part in it, he was very angry at how the Ministry had treated werewolves thus far. He was one of the alphas, and Cedrella knew his voice held sway among the packs. He was one that she and Septimus and Lycoris were concerned about, and part of the reason they'd taught the Healers the spells needed to contain and disable the werewolves. "Who was he to you?" she asked, voice gentle. "Aunt Hermione, I know he was someone Uncle Sirius was close to. That's not the first I've heard his name, even if it's the first I've seen him. But your reaction to Lyall… it's personal to you. So who was Remus to you?"
The other woman looked frustrated. "I wish I could explain. It's not a harmonic like Minerva. It's not a Kinship bond like Severus or Harry. It's not a romantic feeling either. It's something, though. Something more than friendship. Something deeper than that. He feels like family to me and yet I never sensed a bond as such. The only thing I can relate it to is the fact that there was an occasion where we accidentally swapped wands and his worked just as well for me as mine and mine worked just as well for him, and when I was in Beta, I ended up with Eileen Snape's wand and hers worked quite well for me. I don't have a Kinship bond with her but I do have one with her son. It makes me wonder if perhaps I might have a Kinship bond with an ancestor or a descendant of Remus', and the feeling of affection I have for him is, for want of better expression, an echo of that bond."
"You don't sense it with Lyall?" Cedrella asked.
"No," Aunt Hermione replied crisply. "Nor with his mother, although she's a Muggle, so I didn't expect it with her. I already checked on that. Both Hope's parents and Lyall's parents are already dead, so I can't look into things on that end. That just leaves the possibility of Remus' child."
"Did he have a child in Alpha or Beta?"
"In Beta he didn't survive childhood, so not a chance there," came a sad reply. "As for Alpha, he did have a son. Teddy. That said, I only met Teddy a few times and honestly, I didn't know anything about Kinship bonds back then so I'd not have known to look for it. I can only sense it in Severus this young now because I know what to look for."
"So, just wait for his son to be born here, then," Cedrella reasoned.
"The problem is I don't know his son will be born here," Aunt Hermione said, looking frustrated. "At least, not that son. In Alpha, Remus married Nymphadora Tonks, who was the daughter of Andromeda Black and Theodore Tonks. In Beta, Andromeda didn't marry Ted Tonks, she married Filius, and they didn't have children. Who's to say Andromeda will marry Ted here? If Ted marries someone else, will he and his wife have Dora, or will Andromeda and her alternate husband have Dora? Or will Dora just not exist? If Dora never exists, how can Teddy?"
"Bloody ripples," Cedrella sighed. "In any case, I suspect if the kinship you're feeling is something that is related to Remus, then it's more an issue of it being Remus' son than it being Nymphadora's son. Therefore, who Andromeda marries and if Nymphadora ever comes into being is irrelevant. Remus may marry someone else, and that child may not be called Teddy, but ultimately the magic will flow all the same and the bond should still be realized, if it's meant to be. In other words, Aunt Hermione, do try to stop fretting."
The other woman offered her a tender look. "When did you get so wise, Cedrella?"
"I had an excellent teacher," she said, elbowing her aunt. "Her name is Hermione Black. Ever heard of her?"
"Oh, you're just all sorts of witty, aren't you?" her aunt laughed.
Cedrella, feeling a bit ornery, shifted into her Animagus form. Being involved with the Manchester Lycan Reserve meant being an Animagus was mandatory. Before she and Septimus were officially made the Directors of the program, they both had to achieve a form. He, to his annoyance, was a Cardinal, although Cedrella thought it suited him. She, on the other hand, was a Badger. Cedrella half resented that she was a Slytherin with the form of the Hufflepuff mascot, but honestly, it suited her personality quite well so she wasn't complaining. Once shifted, she batted her clawed paw at her aunt's leg, and after letting out a chuckle, Aunt Hermione transformed as well, the now familiar Fisher Cat joining the Badger in racing across the compound.
After all, what was the point in being an Animagus if you couldn't have a bit of fun with it, Cedrella wondered. The pair of them had been at it for just a few minutes when a shadow loomed over them, and they looked up to see two forms in flight; Septimus in his Cardinal form, and Lycoris the Black Swan circling them. Cedrella raced around Uncle Sirius' legs as he remained in human form next to the delegation from the Ministry.
"Have you got an Animagus form as well, Lord Black?" one of them asked.
"Of course," he said. "It's mandatory for all staff at the Reserve. I just figured I'd be the responsible adult here and stick it out with you lot."
For that, Cedrella opted to begin chewing on his dragonhide boot, just grinning at him as he looked down at her with a glare. "Honestly Cedrella," Uncle Sirius chastised. "Do you mind?"
"That really does make my head spin," James complained as he and Helen were deposited, by Dobby, at what he presumed was the Manchester Lycan Reserve. The pair of them had other obligations yesterday when the Ministry stooges were meant to do the grand tour, so Septimus, Cedrella, and Lycoris were meant to give them the tour today. It was the tenth of December, and a chill was in the air, especially this far north, causing James to pull his woolen coat a bit closer.
"I think I'm actually getting used to it," Helen reported.
"You do it far more often," he said. "If I can avoid it, I do."
"You mean if you can get Sirius, Aberforth, and Newt to meet you at yours," she teased, knowing that the four men often got together for drinks.
"They reasonably agree that my wet bar has eighty year old Scotch by the case that I'm inclined to share, whereas Aberforth is a greedy tosser when it comes to his vintage liquor," James countered. "If it's older than five decades, he makes us buy it."
"Likely because he doesn't have it stockpiled by the case," Helen chuckled. "Furthermore, he's running a business, whereas you just have it for the occasional party."
"Ah, so you must be Doctors Magnus and Watson," a red haired man said, coming toward them.
"Mister Weasley, I presume," James greeted, offering his hand. Then he spotted a woman with dark hair and blue, calculating eyes. Honestly, whereas Septimus Weasley looked all manner of welcoming, Lycoris Black seemed to be eyeing him and Helen like a predator who was attempting to discern if they were prey or a rival pack. "And you must be Miss Black."
Lycoris Black shook each of their hands in turn and then stepped back. James saw Cedrella rolling her eyes from behind her, clearly annoyed with her cousin's behavior. "My Mum speaks highly of you both," Lycoris finally said. "Magnus is a Wizarding name, so that's intriguing in itself, although Watson…"
"Not Wizarding," he said, offering a cheeky smile, "which of course makes perfectly good sense given I'm not a Wizard."
Miss Black looked at him critically. "You're not entirely Muggle though, now are you?"
"Oh, give the man a rest, Cor," Cedrella said, elbowing her. Then she came over and kissed his cheek. "Hello James."
He watched as Cedrella then turned and gave Helen a warm hug. "Helen, have you been by to see Minerva this week? Is that baby not the cutest thing?"
"He is indeed," Helen agreed. "I feel I'll be spending far more time in London in the coming months than I have in quite some time. It may be worth getting a flat of my own."
"Nonsense," James chastised. "You can stay at mine."
"Or Grimmauld," Cedrella pointed out. "You know Aunt Hermione wouldn't object."
"That would certainly give you and me a better chance to become acquainted, Doctor Magnus," Miss Black said pointedly. "That said, if you would, both of you, this way."
For the next hour, James and Helen followed Septimus Weasley and Lycoris Black all around the property as they explained how the Manchester Lycan Reserve was meant to work. He was well and truly impressed, and while it was rare that they ran into Lycans in their work, it was good to know this place would be a resource if and when they did. After all, they had utilized his and Helen's research in constructing the wards, so they would suit to contain both the Wizarding incarnation of those infected with Lycanthropy as a disease, and those who'd been born with Lycanthropy as a point of genetic predisposition.
Cedrella hung back with James and Helen, walking in between them, helping to explain Wizarding terms as things came up when she knew that it was information which was out of their realm of experience, given their more Muggle preference for living. Helen was less likely to be confused, given she'd grown up with a Wizard for a father, but James appreciated the courtesy. He may have had a few toes in the magical community for some time, but his greatest exposure thus far had been through Melok, and a Goblin perspective was quite different from a more generalized Wizarding one.
A Healer - James recognized the insignia on his robe - approached Mister Weasley and Miss Black. "Sir, ma'am one of the St. Mungo's liaisons from yesterday reported some concerns back to the Administrator yesterday, and he just Floo'd in and is demanding a word."
James raised an eyebrow as both leaders of the Manchester Lycan Reserve let out sighs of exasperation. Miss Black turned to address them. "If you will excuse us, we have to deal with this issue. Cedrella, would you kindly continue the tour? We'll be back as soon as we're able."
"Of course," Cedrella said, voice warm.
With that, Miss Black and Mister Weasley were off with the Healer, leaving James and Helen alone with Cedrella. He cocked his head to the side. "This really is a fine facility."
"I quite agree," Helen complimented. "You should all be very proud of what you've built."
"We are," Cedrella replied. "I am curious though, why you two are involved. I mean, I am aware that you're working toward having our Ministry turn over all creature regulation to your Sanctuary, but we're not there yet, which implies that this project is outside your purview for the time being. So why do Aunt Hermione and Uncle Sirius want you involved in the MLR regardless?"
"Part of it is because of our experience in running Sanctuaries," Helen said with a smile, "and part of it is because she thinks I may be able to assist in developing better treatment plans for the Lycans. The Lycanthropes in the Wizarding world are created because of a virus, but there is a much older, rarer form of Lycans who are born. I've not seen one for years, but the physiology is very similar, so I have to believe they are related. They can control their change - it has nothing to do with the moon - so I have to believe that it is possible for the type of Lycan the Wizarding world has to, with the right treatment, evolve into their older counterpart. My theory is that the werewolf virus may be able to be converted into a true retrovirus, effectively turning an infected werewolf into a true Hyper Accelerated Protean."
"Wouldn't it be more prudent to work toward a cure?" Cedrella asked. "I mean, if I was a werewolf, I'd want something that would give me back my old life, not something that would completely change me into a werewolf on a full time basis."
James nodded. "Ideally, yes, however from what research we've already done, we're not certain that is even possible. The virus as it stands already alters the subject on a genetic level. To remove the virus would involve unraveling the genome, which can be incredibly risky. On the other hand, if we were merely pushing the virus to the next step and allowing the genetic mutation to progress to its fullest form, then these people would no longer be a slave to the mindlessness that they are subject to once a month, nor would they be subject to it being on a lunar cycle at all. They could control the change, and if they preferred it, not shift at all. The ability would be within them, but it would not be something they were required to do."
"Choice," Helen mused, "often becomes the defining factor in viewing something as a gift over viewing it as a curse."
"What about that potion that Aunt Hermione mentioned being invented in another couple of decades or so?" Cedrella asked. "Wolfsbane? The one that lets the werewolves keep their minds?"
"She is adamant that the timeline be left intact, if possible," James said. "She does not want to take credit for another man's work, so is inclined to wait until Damocles Belby is born, grows up, and invents it. As she understands things, he's a contemporary of James Potter and the rest."
"So what, we're just going to sit on our hands and do nothing to help the werewolves for the next twenty years until this boy is born and grows up?" Cedrella seethed. "She can't be serious."
"Hermione did not say we could do nothing," Helen countered. "Just that we could not invent the Wolfsbane Potion or anything similar in his stead. That is why we're inclined to pursue the route of pushing the genetic mutation further. Some of the infected may be interested in the route we're pursuing, but if they take that route then hope of a full cure would be dashed forever. If they hold out hope for a cure, then Belby's potion could still be of great help to them in due course as a stopgap. We'll still pursue a full cure, but if the idea here, primarily, is to minimize the spread of this disease, then the best way to accomplish that is to minimize the carriers. The more carriers we can convince to accept life as Hyper Accelerated Proteans, fully in control of their change and not able to infect others with a bite or scratch, the better for everyone involved."
Cedrella sighed. "Alright, I see the merit in that."
"The fact that it would bring an Abnormal species back from the brink of extinction doesn't hurt either," James said pointedly. "I'm not suggesting that we're taking advantage of the infected werewolves, and I'd fully support being honest with those opting into this sort of treatment plan about the fact, but the reality here is that there are very few trueborn Lycans left, and this could save them as a species. In fact, that may be a selling point for some - for some people, it's considered a point of honor to take part in an enterprise which saves lives at high risk."
Helen rolled her eyes at him. "You are such a romantic, James."
"Ah, but that's why you're so fond of me, my dear," he countered.
Cedrella shook her head. "She's fond of you for your brains, Ravenclaw."
"True, that," Helen chuckled. "Father always said I'd have been a Slytherin like him, and we Slytherins do tend to have a preference for brains."
"Among our friends, yes," Cedrella agreed. "On occasions, an idiot for an ally can be quite useful, and sometimes we just take the allies we need regardless of their intelligence."
"Quite right!" Helen laughed. "I feel like you've been sitting in on my board meetings, Cedrella."
"Hardly," the redhead scoffed. "I've just spent enough time navigating Pureblood politics. Truth of the matter, Helen, is no matter who you are and where you're at, politics are still just bloody politics."
James couldn't have agreed more.
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