Chapter 24

Battle of Rivers, Gods of Thunder and Fire

Wayfarer's Rest, Year of the Realm

Tywin scowls as he reads over the report sent to him by raven. All his plans were coming into place, but there was still one thorn in his side that he could not account for. "Rosfield's a wanted man…and no longer viable for the war," he tosses the message into the fire "No matter, others will soon join us."

A few days' worth of riding from Riverrun and his army would be able to reinforce Jaime's with time to spare. All the reports he had seen indicated the Stark army was still too far to make a move against them just yet. And the last report from Kevan indicated that they could expect the Tyrells to retaliate soon. So far, the opening engagements of the war were going just as he had planned. But this was war, nothing ever went according to plan…so what would be the first problem he would have to face?

"You, send a raven to Riverrun," Tywin commands as he writes a message down "Time is of the essence, we can afford no mistakes."

Tywin turns to the map. Every front of the war would hinge on the others to hold, just to get close to a victory. "And all because Robert had to be a fool."

Crakehall, Lannister camp

Outside his command tent Kevan Lannister could hear the men going through their drills. Slowly he had turned the inexperienced into real soldiers, and the fighting men that had returned to war grew ever more deadly. As he went over the maps with his lieutenants a strong wind blew in, the flaps of the tent fluttering wildly. "What is it now!?" he shouts, head turning, glare focusing on an armored man standing between two of his men "Who are you?"

"A sellsword," the man says slowly. His voice was deep, a chill running down the spine of every man in the tent as the words left his mouth "I come offering my services to House Lannister. Five hundred thousand gold dragons, and I'll see the Tyrell host grinded into dust."

"Five hundred thousand…" Kevan laughs, the other men joining in "You're joking, surely!? Five hundred thousand dragons? For a single sellsword? What kind of fool do you take me for! No man is worth that price, an entire company perhaps but never a lone man! Take your offer to the Tyrell's, perhaps the roses will be foolish enough to waste the gold."

"I did."

"Hm?"

"I brought my offer to the Tyrell's host; told them it was one million dragons, and I would see them straight to Casterly Rock within one month's time. But they told me the same as you, bring it to the lion's and maybe those golden-haired cunts would give in to my demands." The man laughs "I told them I would offer you half the price but double the ability I promised them. Highgarden, and King's Landing within one month. And you told me no."

Kevan regards the man for a moment "You have no idea just how a war is really fought, do you? Half a million gold dragons for services from a sole sellsword are not worth the price you ask. Now…remove yourself from this camp and don't come back. Otherwise, I will have your head before you can utter one more foolish proposal. Is that understood?"

The man bows "As you command, Lord Lannister, but when your armies clash on the field of battle and you witness both torn asunder…know that Havoc is the cause of your downfall."

Kevan watched him go, the man's words no more a threat than he. One man did not win wars, did not win battles, and certainly did not turn the tide of combat. Armies fought the wars, armies met in battle and armies would win them all. Not an individual.

Fairmarket, one week later

Tywin Lannister sat atop his horse, donned in his crimson armor, watching the far shore of the Green Fork in the distance. His scouts had done their jobs well, a Stark host of roughly a few thousand was marching along the Kingsroad while the majority no doubt was still entrenched with the Frey's to the North. Old Walder Frey was a stubborn old man, and a greedy one too, he wouldn't allow them to cross the Twins without making a very good deal with him. A deal they could not afford to give in to, or to deny for long.

"Shame I wont get to see the look on Eddard Stark's face when his army returns to him in shambles." Tywin mutters as the last of his men begin to form up in the middle ground between the Blue and Green Forks. While not the most experienced of his men, this host would be enough. He had it all planned out. Spearmen and knights in the middle ground to draw the northerners in, archers along the shore of the Blue Fork to pelt them with arrows should they get too close, and finally cavalry to run them down and back to their frozen wasteland of a kingdom.

Across the way, watching from the safety of the trees and shrubs was a smirking Cidolfus Telamon. The Dominant of Lightning shakes his head as he takes in the scene before him. What looked like a few thousand Lannister infantrymen preparing to do battle with any who may come across the river here and now. Or at least…they would if he hadn't come along.

"Ralof, do me a favor would you lad?" he says to one of the scouts sent out with him on Lord Starks orders "Take the lads back up the road, be discreet, and let Lord Stark know what we've found. And make sure you tell him that a bad storm is coming, just so he doesn't have any of his lords rush down here for a fight. Can you do that?"

Ralof, a little confused as he glances up at a cloudless sky, nods his head "Of course Ser Cid, come on lads, we've got a job to do."

Cid chuckles as he watches them creep back and move carefully down the road and out of sight "Good lads…but not the fighting type I think." He turns his attention back to Tywin's army "Now…if I were old Tywin or one of his lot…where would I hide amongst all of that?" A lone horse with a crimson rider catches his eye, the light of the sun reflecting off the armor in such a way. To Cid it might as well have been a sign of some kind. "Bless you westerosi and your love for fancy colors and armor."

There was a loud crack in the distance, the low rumble of thunder as dark storm clouds began to roll in. The men fighting for House Lannister were puzzled as they cast their eyes skyward. Dark clouds, purple bolts of lightning striking the lands around them as droplets of rain began to fall. The only concern any had was being bogged down in the storm as they fought the enemy, none truly felt threatened by a little rain otherwise. It wasn't until a bolt of lightning struck one man, killing him before he could so much as scream, that they really paid attention.

One knight shook his fellow man to get his attention, his eyes focused on a sole figure floating in the air. A large, almost giant in size, old man with piercing blue eyes "By the Seven…is that…the Father?"

"That's better," Cid says, voice warped in the form of Ramuh as he stares down at the army before him "Right…you lot are still here," he says as he raises his staff up high. Lightning struck at the end of it before he thrusts his arm forward and multiple levin bolts rain down upon the Lannister forces.

Tywin tugged at the reins of his horse, the cavalry around him having to fight with their steeds as the storm picked up. When those first bolts came down and blasted his infantry where they stood, that was when he saw it. A shape of a man floating in the air, looking down upon them all. Tywin had never felt so small before in his life. There were shouts all around "A God!", or "The Father!" but he paid them no mind. As he saw his men struggling to comprehend what to do in the face of this…thing, Tywin had but one option. "Sound the horn…call the retreat!"

The Lord of Casterly Rock, the Warden of the West, the Old Lion tugged on the reins and turned his horse around. As the horn was sounded, the cavalry hot on their lords' heels, the Lannister men finally broke. Men were trampled, drowned in the growing tides as some were knocked off the bridge to Fairmarket and dragged away in the tides. Those fortunate enough to survive all of that and make it to the outskirts of the town were living on borrowed time.

Ramuh raises his staff again, bolts of lightning striking the top of the wooden tool before the great Eikon thrust it forward. All around Tywin Lannister he could hear men screaming, explosions shaking the earth beneath his horses' hooves, and the strangled cries of the dying. He gave but one glance behind him. The image of some of his own men being blasted off their horses forever ingrained in his mind as he rode for Riverrun, to Jaime…to survival.

"Serves them right I think," Ramuh chuckles as the last of the Lannister host flees for the hills. In a flash of light, Cid took the field as the storm began to fade into the distance, a harmless bit of rain for the Riverlands to enjoy. "Now…just have to wait for the lads to come down and see all this."

Cid didn't have long to wait. The townspeople of Fairmarket were amicable enough, giving him a nice little lunch and oversharing just how much they had witnessed in the region the last week or so. As he leans against the wall of the local inn Cid watches the first horses ride into town. "About time you lot showed up," he says taking a bite of his apple "And here I was thinking you would forget about me."

Clive rolls his eyes as he dismounts "And let you have all the fun?"

"Well, your plan was for me to do all the work…still, you sure of this next part Clive?"

"Won't know until it happens." Clive gives the town a once over as some of their men move about gathering supplies in a more peaceful manner "Logistically speaking, we'll be in Fairmarket for a few days just getting everything organized. Robb will be along shortly; you can rest though."

"Oh, I can rest, can I?" Cid chuckles "Bloody load of good that does us, I was just getting warmed up you know. None of those Lannister's felt like staying once old Ramuh worked his magic."

"Just try not to cause any trouble Cid, we still have to stay on their good side till we leave town on our own terms."

Cid waves off his concerns, taking another bite of his apple. "Not half bad…wonder if this breed would do well at the hideaway?"

Riverrun

Jaime Lannister had expected to receive his father's host within a few days of the battle. He expected to hear how the 'Great and Powerful' Tywin Lannister slaughtered the northern host being sent along the Kingsroad and had left not one man alive to tell the tale but his own men. He expected results, he expected triumph, he expected glory. Why? Because that was what his father had told him they would always bring, because they were the Lannister's of Casterly Rock. What he did not expect was the ragtag shambles that remained to come wandering through Riverrun.

Instead of a proud army of Lannister men numbering around ten thousand Jaime only saw a small host of roughly a thousand weary souls. Many of the men that returned were part of the cavalry unit, though Jaime noticed that quite a few were without a horse. Men cam in slowly, trickling in and on the brink of death. The only man that seemed alive and well was his own lord Father. Tywin still had his horse, his crimson armor still shone in the light though there were sections covered in dried up mud. The Old Lion of the Rock was tired now.

"Father!" he calls out as he approaches his father and his horse, a squire tending to the animal while Tywin catches his breath "What happened? Surely the Starks did not do this to you."

"They didn't…" Tywin winces, feeling a stiffness to his back "It was…a storm. Came in suddenly, washed most of us away I think…I highly doubt the Starks got out in better shape than us, likely a few days march behind us."

"How many?"

"This is all that is left," Tywin shakes his head "I have need to return to Wayfarer's Rest…a raven must be sent to the Rock, levies must be conscripted, men trained…we do not have the manpower to defend the region should the rest of their forces arrive to reinforce them."

"Father…Riverrun is an easy castle to defend, even with five thousand men I can hold it."

"Can you!?" For a faint moment Jamie sees something in his father's eyes he had not ever seen in his life. Something he only ever saw in battle with foes who knew just how hopeless it was to fight him. Fear.

"What happened out there? It wasn't just a storm, was it?"

Tywin tries to calm himself down, cursing his weakness "The men…they claim to have seen…a God."

"A…God?"

"The Father. That's what they keep rambling about. A god wielding lightning and thunder as easily as you or I can hold a sword." Twin chuckles, running a hand through his hair "It's absurd, the ramblings of frightened men, nothing more."

"As you say, Father."

"I shall ride for Wayfarer's Rest. Should something happen, send a Raven and we shall plan accordingly," Tywin takes one final look at Jaime before he nudges his horse to move on. Taking in every detail he can as if it would be the last time he would see that face, his boy, again.

Whispering Wood

Four days. Four long days left to stew within his own mind. That's what Robb Stark had been doing ever since he made it to Fairmarket. Clive had been quick to organize with Ser Cody just how the next stage of their battle plan would go. Robb was to lead a host of six thousand a fair distance behind a host of seven thousand into the Whispering Wood. This would normally be a cause for celebration; his first command in the war, a chance to prove himself to his own vassals. It would be, if it wasn't for one small detail. Clive had given Joshua Rosfield an important task in all of this. A task that Robb was no less knowledgeable on than the next man.

Robb loved his…cousin. Gods it would take him time to adjust to seeing Clive as being a cousin and not the boy he once called his brother, the boy he had called Jon Snow. He should have been overjoyed to have his brother back after so many years. He should have been fighting by his side instead of being so far away playing at being a commander of the army. But that wasn't the life they were in. Jon wasn't Jon, he was Clive Rosfield. He wasn't a brother; he was a cousin. And he wasn't the bastard of a Northern Lord…he was the rightful King of Westeros. How could he ever think things would be like they could have been?

It was the middle of the night when they marched through the wood. Clive's orders were clear for him and his men:

Do not engage the enemy unless they attack you or the other host.

Draw them into the wood before we spring our real trap.

Try to keep the Lannister leadership alive if you come across them.

Robb could do all of that, he would not fail…or at the very least he hoped he did better than Joshua. A small part of him was selfish for his childish wants, but he was too proud to admit even to himself that he was being this way as he rode atop his horse. Clad in the wolf armor of the Starks he watched his own wolf, Greywind, closely as time went by. As his companion's ears stood up and the wolf darts forward the call was made. The men around him roared as they charged forward, thunderous footsteps rumbling through the wood.

The battle was nothing like he had expected. The sounds of steel clanging against itself, the cries and screams of men dying in the field. Robb lost track of how many men he killed as he followed Greywind into the fray. One Lannister was trampled beneath Robb's horse as he tried to crawl away. Another was cut down as he turned to face the thunderous hooves of the north. War was brutal, it was bloody, and it was unforgiving.

Unlike Robb Stark who took to the field and assisted his men in slaughtering whatever Lannister's they could find, Joshua Rosfield frowned as he heard the noises. The screams, the horrors of war. Just up on the mountainside, staring down at the river valley below and the wood itself Joshua could make out the torches of all three hosts. Those in the middle being extinguished were Lannister men more than likely. And on the fringes would be the northern army.

"Clive…I hope you know what you are having me do," he sighs, biding his time before some of the torches begin to move south back towards the castle. "There's the signal…flames protect me."

In the woods themselves, proud lions in their fancy armor ran like the cowards they were. To them, northern barbarians had come in and savaged their forces from two sides. They were pinned, unable to repel either force or bogged down too closely to move properly. When men began to flee the field and make for Riverrun the call was given. The Lannister's retreated, or tried to, across the river. That was their goal anyway.

As the first of their numbers began the river crossing there was a great warmth across the wood. The northern army wasn't pursuing them. They were being allowed to flee with their lives intact. So they thought. One knight stopped, letting the others run forward as his head tilted skyward. He heard something in the distance, a low sound…heavy…like wind…

A gust of wind buffets the forest, knocking some men to their feet. There was a piercing cry of a bird, a very large bird, and the heavy wing beats to match. The knight drops his sword, falling to his knees as he witnesses a bird larger than a castle fly overhead with its glowing red wings…it's body like that of a living flame as it pulses with light and heat.

The men in the river cannot stop. They must keep moving or be swept away in the current but their eyes…oh their eyes look upon the mighty bird just flapping its wings and staying in the air before them. They watch as it raises its wings and lets out another piercing cry. The last thing those men saw was that bird before heat took them into the darkness.

Robb Stark watches in awe as he sees this great bird obliterate the Lannister survivors. Whatever it is…whatever it was…long as his men were safe, he had no quarrel with it. But this…this was not a way to die. Not a good way. Those men would be burnt, some dying instantly while others would live for a time just to die later in pain.

"By the old gods…what is it?" one of his men gasps.

There were similar musings throughout his host as they all watched the carnage. Did any men make it back to Jaime Lannister? Was Jaime Lannister even in the castle? What if he was one of the men that fell on the field just now? What would they do should the beast turn its ire unto them?

"I need a runner," Robb says "Bring me a runner! We must send word back to Fairmarket at once…Riverrun won't last a siege now."

Robbs eyes took in the features of that bird as it trilled in the air, its cries echoing throughout the river valley. Whatever that thing was, it was an omen of something far greater than the mortal men of Westeros.

Riverrun

Jaime Lannister considered himself a smart enough man. He never chose an opponent who he knew would be able to kill him. He never sought glory that was laced with danger. And he never threw away lives needlessly.

After the stories he had been told by survivors, after what he only briefly witnessed in the night from the safety of the castle walls…Jaime Lannister could say two of those things was still true. Of the nearly four thousand men he had sent out to route the northern army…less than three hundred had come back. What his father had mentioned about the men claiming to have seen a thunder god, the Father no less…it all sounded so fanciful, like a great delusion they all shared in that storm. Jaime didn't believe it, not for a moment. But when he stood atop the ramparts and saw that flaming bird illuminating the night sky…he wondered if it were possible that a God had truly descended upon his father's host earlier in the week.

As Robb Stark rode to Riverrun, his army at his back, to negotiate a surrender he couldn't help but smile thinking about the aftermath of the battle. Flaming bird or no, his men had been more than happy to fight alongside him in the wood. After that bird had left, they all cheered for the Young Wolf and his leadership. But as he rode towards the end of this Battle of the Rivers, he couldn't help but feel the true weight on his shoulders, the responsibility of leadership.

"Jaime Lannister," he calls out, eyes on the king slayer "I have come to discuss the terms of your surrender."

"Robb Stark," the Lannister responds in kind "I was expecting your father, Lord Stark, to be the one to demand my surrender…I must admit that I am surprised to see you leading these men."

"My father has more important things to do Lannister, than to trade barbs with you."

Jaime scoffs "I would hardly call these words to be barbs…but if you northerners don't desire conversation then I won't bother. What are the terms?"

Robb felt his left-hand ball up into a fist "I am to accept your surrender; you and your officers will be imprisoned here in the castle and your forces are to march west to Wayfarer's Rest…those that are able to anyway. You will be treated well, but you will be our prisoner. Should you refuse, we are prepared to lay siege to Riverrun until the last of your men starves."

"Are these your words Stark, or that of the Rosarians?" Jaime's smirk was infuriatingly smug "Because I highly doubt that your words would be so…refined. Or cautious."

"Will you surrender or not Lannister?"

Jaime's smirk falls "Is Clive Rosfield apart of your host here?"

"Aye, he is."

"I see…very well then, I accept your terms Lord Stark, I surrender to you."

Robb nods his head. The fighting for Riverrun was over for the moment. The defending of this position however would now begin in earnest. But that was for tomorrow. For today the battle was over, the fighting done.

The Eyrie

"Lord Royce? You have a complaint about my suggestions?"

Yohn Royce was a knight through and through. Always had been. He served loyally, fought well, put the lives of his men before his own…but this was something new to the old knight. Lysa Arryn, his former liege lord's Lady Wife…she had been imprisoned. This foreigner, Benedikta Harmon had come in and convinced the Lords of the Vale to come together and have the woman they should have been loyal to imprisoned for disobeying their king's command. And to top it all off, the woman didn't even offer counsel for them to join the king in his war or to even aide him in apprehending a criminal.

She told them that they should let King Robert reap what he had sown.

"I have many complaints, but I will not waste time arguing them when I know not your reasons for being against the king," he says, levelling her with an even stare "A king that you have never met before if I am understanding your history correctly."

"Get on with it, Lord Royce," Benedikta scowls "If I wanted to listen to a long lecture with no real end point…I would have simply asked a question of my own father."

"Very well…Lady Harmon why should we not ride out to answer our king's call?"

"Because from what I have heard King Robert isn't a good king nor a just one. He's only just one step away from being the Mad King reborn." She gives the old knight what could only be called a pitying look "And my own men have confirmed that final step is mere months or even days away, not years."

Lord Royce gives an awkward cough. The rumors over the years about how the king was, the things he had seen the king do, heard him say…this woman, Benedikta Harmon, she was not wrong. "Your plans…what are they?"

"You'll have to be more specific than that."

"What are your intentions for the Vale!"

Benedikta regards the old Lord of House Royce. Yohn Royce had the decency to look ashamed for snapping at her, but Benedikta would give him the benefit of the doubt just this once. "My intentions are to see your kingdom, your people, be the noble knights that they are at heart. But if it is my own plans that you are worried about then let me set your fears to rest, I have no intentions to take control of your lands or to see you all manipulated into some tedious death that serves no purpose."

"Then why have Lady Lysa Arryn imprisoned? Surely, with the son of Jon Arryn sick in bed his mother should be the regent until he is fit and able to rule."

"Rule?" she laughs "That sickly boy you have sworn yourself too is no more an Arryn than I am. Or you for that matter."

"What are you saying?"

"Tell me…have you ever once heard story of either of the boys alleged parents being sickly? Frail even into this age…he is…what? Sixteen? Seventeen?"

"He's twenty…" Yohn's gaze goes to the stone floor "Jon Arryn had hardly any significant time of sickness to report, and as for Lady Lysa Arryn…nothing. Robert Arryn has always been a sickly boy, of that we never had to question for it is fact."

"Then I would say it is a very good thing that my men are acting like sellswords and gathering what information I require on the lords of the land." She gives him a pointed look "Which is more than I can say for you and your fellow lords."

Yohn Royce was quiet.

"Tell me…why do you swear loyalty to Robert Baratheon so swiftly? Was it not once to Rhaegar Targaryen that you swore you would serve faithfully, even in death?"

Yohn bristles at the insult to his loyalty and honor "I swore to serve Prince Rhaegar as he was my Prince, but when he kidnapped the Stark girl…I could not go against my liege lord nor follow one so honor less as to take a girl against her will."

"Funny that you say that" Yohn raises a brow at her comment "Did Rhaegar ever seem the type to kidnap someone on a whim, or at all?"

"No…he did not."

"Curious."

"What are you implying?" he casts a wary look her way "What does Prince Rhaegar have to do with all of this? With the war?"

"So, it is 'Prince Rhaegar' now, hm?"

Yohn Royce felt his body tensing as that damnable woman cast her smirk his way. She may be a foreigner, but she was far more dangerous than even those Lions in the West would claim to be. Of that he was certain, he would rather face the Mountain in battle than this woman for a moment more.

"How did it come to this?"

Clive frowns as he takes in the tired form of Jaime Lannister, propped up against a wall in his private cell "You knew that this would happen if it came to war, Sir Jaime."

"Did I?" Jaime asks, laughing at the end "I only recall knowing that you would best me in combat if you were fighting seriously. I took those words to heart you know, something in your eyes…like I am chasing ghosts and not enemy knights."

"Have you been treated well?"

"It's only the first day, give those northerners a chance to and they'll find a way to make me miserable yet."

"Then let's change that shall we?" Jaime gives him a confused look "If you tell me what I wish to know, I swear to you that I will see you have a comfortable stay in the cells here."

"Comfortable?" Jaime scoffs "What could you possibly wish to know that I could know? Furthermore, what assurance do you have that could ensure I am comfortable in here?"

"Only a solemn vow…you'll just have to trust me for now, Sir Jaime." Clive smirks at the former kingsguard "I know this isn't your full army that we sent back west…where are the rest of your troops?"

Jaime regards the younger man before him. His hair was far too dark, his features did not look the same but his posture and his tone…and those eyes were similar enough… The king slayer looks away "Harrenhal. Stafford Lannister leads a host fifteen thousand strong in its defense."

"And Lord Tywin?"

"My father waits at Wayfarer's Rest…he told me that the men under his command claimed that a god, the Father, had struck down both armies at the Green Fork with a mighty storm." Jaime gives a derisive laugh "As if that could be true…but then that bird appeared, and now I don't know what is real anymore."

"Gods don't win wars, Sir Jaime." Clive casts one last pitying look at the knight "When this war is over, your future will rest in your own hands. Try to remember that, however long this lasts for, as it might just save your life."

AN: And another one bites the dust. 24 down, and no clue how many more to go but what you all worry and care about is that the big three chapters coming up are only a handful of chapters away now…unless I make a new chapter before then. Poll is still up, so if you haven't voted try to get to voting. Rating has also gone up to 'M' because idk if I will get too descriptive and violent for the T rating so why risk having mods or whatever/whoever give me a hard time? And before anyone cries 'foul!' over the war being too easy...this is me you are talking to, have I ever been one to make things easy thus far? You'll see soon enough.

Now…let's look at the reviews, shall we?

RedAlpha22: I think you spelled that right…and I'm the one messing with this world, so I say you got it right…even if I am wrong lol. I will not give out spoilers, you know that by now, but I will torment with hints. …I'm not saying nothing.

Goonies117: Part of me is thinking Mortal Kombat…but we'll be waiting a while yet for that fight to happen. There are some bigger fights though before that…a lot before that. As for his identity being protected…nothing stays like that forever.

ArchPsion: To answer your question it's all Robert's fault. I believe by now it shouldn't be a spoiler to say the Northern Lords don't exactly revere Robb as much as they do Ned. While Ned is back, he is not Warden of the North, they will still follow him practically without question do to respect, loyalty etc. Robb has almost none of that because he is only recently promoted so to speak and still lacks the battle experience and gravitas of his father. As for Cat and her orders being followed, those orders she gives come directly from their king, and until Ned says he is not going to follow Robert's commands…they all do as honor demands and follow the orders of their liege. Cat just happens to be issuing the orders written by said king.

Hakuryukou79: I'm not going to spoil nothing. Whether you take my words to indicate 'yes' or 'no' is entirely on you. However! …the big chapter decision I have in that poll is there for a reason. It is entirely on you and those who read this far or even bother to vote to decide whether or not you want a certain event to happen in the criteria provided. But…yeah…Melisandre is our chaos element here while the actual chaos and fear bringing element gets its proverbial s**t in order.

Jebest4781: There's a bit more coming on Melisandre's side…it's the follow up to the big three chapters that is where our second arc picks up where arc one left…don't worry. I will only get more vague from here on out until the chapters are out.

AvalonReeseFanFics: You do realize he shows up in chapter 23, not 22, right? Also…thank god he isn't a 'main' main character in this :P

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