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Chapter 6: The Battle of New York Part 4 – The Sanctum Sanctorum
Upon reaching the top step of the staircase, Harry paused on the landing, his gaze fixated on the seal adorning the door. Even up close he had no idea as to its meaning or its significance, although he wondered as to whether Hermione might have been able to decipher its meaning. However, it was at this closer vantage point that he discerned previously unnoticed writing above the entrance, a revelation that captivated his attention. As he studied the letters, they gradually sharpened into focus … "Sanctum Sanctorum."
As Harry's hand extended towards the door handle, a distinctive sensation danced through his fingertips upon contact, a fleeting warmth accompanied by a faint tingling that surprised him. With a gentle push, the door opened to his touch, seemingly granting him entry. Tentatively stepping inside, Harry's voice broke the silence as he called out a hesitant, "Hello ...?"
The echoes of his own voice bounced off the cavernous walls of the building's entryway, amplifying his wariness. The enormity of the space struck him as he ventured a few steps forward, before his attention was grabbed by the sound of the door sealing shut behind him with a resounding thud, he spun around in alarm, to face the now closed entrance. As he stared at the door he was a little surprised by its efficiency in completely muffling the chaotic noises from the outside world.
Deciding to table thoughts of leaving for later, Harry redirected his attention to the magnificence surrounding him. The grandeur of the room unfolded before his eyes … an expansive entry hall dominated by a majestic staircase right in front of him, its grandeur accentuated by doors on both levels beckoning to unknown destinations. Every detail of the visible decor spoke volumes of craftsmanship and elegance, leaving Harry in awe of the space he found himself in.
"Hello …?" Harry's voice echoed once more, breaking the lingering silence that enveloped the expansive entryway. "My name is Harry Potter, and I …" He hesitated, grappling with how best to express his purpose for being there. He had been hoping to investigate the unusually high concentration of alien activity in this part of the city, and that fact coupled with an intuitive sense that this building held some magical … significance led him to want to explore this building. Deep down, Harry sensed an inexplicable connection between these two phenomena but it felt a little weird to just call out 'Hey your building seemed weird and I thought it might be related to the aliens flying around outside, I am just going to take a quick look around.' So Harry did not expand on his presence.
Surveying the empty entryway, Harry found no immediate response or presence. Determined to follow his instincts, he resolved to ascend to the rooftop where glimpses of figures had caught his attention while he had been on the neighboring building.
Focusing on his goal, Harry directed his steps toward the majestic staircase that stood as the center of the grand hall. With a deliberate stride, he approached it, ready to embark on his journey upward, his curiosity propelling him forward.
Finding himself surrounded by closed doors on the second floor, Harry's attention shifted upward upon sensing … more than hearing … a peculiar sensation coming from the third level. It was an inexplicable sense, one that defied his ability to rationally explain … although in the back of his mind it felt slightly familiar. Intrigued and determined to uncover the source of this inexplicable feeling, Harry resolved to ascend further, cautiously approaching the staircase leading to the floor above.
Each step upward seemed to intensify the puzzling feeling, an indescribable energy that pulled at Harry's senses. It was like a magnetic force, capturing his attention and drawing him closer.
Ascending with measured steps, Harry's anticipation grew. As he reached the threshold of the third floor, an overwhelming rush enveloped him … a palpable wave of pure magic that washed over his entire being. The sensation was akin to the one he felt each time he entered Professor Dumbledore's office, a feeling of ancient power and mystique that seemed to permeate the air. But even the memories of the past seemed to pale in comparison to the feeling of the magic in the room here.
Glancing toward the far end of the room, Harry's gaze took in the illuminated space. Light cascaded through a large window divided by four elegantly curved bars, infusing the rather spacious room with a radiant glow. Yet, before him stood a captivating sight … giant glass display cases housing an array of mysterious objects that commanded his attention.
Caught in a momentary trance, Harry found himself irresistibly drawn towards the main aisle, compelled to explore the contents of each meticulously arranged display case. The craftsmanship and appearance of these items left him in awe, even though he was sure their actual purposes eluded his understanding. Among them lay seemingly ordinary objects, yet interspersed were artifacts so peculiar that Harry struggled to fathom their intended functions. However, what remained unmistakable to him was the unmistakable surge of magical energy emanating from each object within the room.
While the potency varied among the items, Harry harbored no doubt regarding their significance. He sensed an aura of immense power enveloping these artifacts, each pulsating with a unique essence that hinted at their importance in the realm of magic.
Harry's gaze fell upon a formidable battle axe, an imposing weapon that seemed beyond the physical prowess of anyone he knew, save perhaps Hagrid. Its sheer size and weight suggested a tool crafted for a warrior of immense strength … or perhaps supplemented by magic.
However, his attention swiftly shifted to a staff off to the side, that seemed to exude a disturbing aura. As Harry's eyes lingered on the staff, an eerie realization engulfed him. The staff appeared to possess an inherent evilness and its very presence seeming to absorb the ambient light in the area, casting an eerie shadow over its vicinity. Yet, there was something even more disconcerting … a pull, an inexplicable draw that seemed to siphon not just the physical brightness but also positive emotions, leaving a chilling void in its wake.
A shiver ran down Harry's spine, a reaction he knew was born of his encounter with Dementors in the past. The resemblance between the staff's effect on positive emotions and the soul-sucking nature of those dark creatures struck a chord of fear within him. Hastily retreating a step, Harry found himself unnerved by the unnaturally darkened space around the staff.
Realizing the creeping sense of despair that threatened to engulf him, Harry took additional deliberate steps backward, a conscious effort to distance himself from the dark artifact.
As Harry retreated from the worrying influence of the staff, a gradual return to normalcy washed over him, eliciting a relieved exhale. He resumed his exploration of the room, determined to distance himself from the unsettling encounter. Moving along the length of the room, his inspection revealed an assortment of intriguing artifacts, each captivating in their own right, yet none possessing the disconcerting impact the staff had left on him.
Among the displays were knives and swords, ranging from exquisitely crafted and adorned pieces to rather mundane-looking ones in stark contrast. The assortment was vast and diverse, showcasing a spectrum of craftsmanship that caught Harry's eye. Among the display cases he found one containing a simple plain looking wooden chalice … a goblet that seemed out of place among the rest of the objects in the room. He also came across books adorned with covers so intricately designed that he was certain Hermione would've even considered accepting a date with Malfoy just for the opportunity to peruse their contents.
Approaching the far end of the room, Harry sensed a shift in the magical aura that permeated the room and seemed to originate from the items Harry had walked by. It was as if a different energy, one more intimate and individual, pulsed distinctively from something at the far end of the room. It felt like a beckoning call, something … personal that resonated with him on a deeper level than the magic that surrounded the other artifacts.
As Harry drew closer to the origin of the intriguing sensation, his attention momentarily caught on an impeccably detailed cauldron. However, before he could fully appreciate its craftsmanship, a pull … a distinct feeling … drew him towards the direction of the final few display cases.
Among these exhibits, the closest case housed a remarkably intricate burgundy cape …. a cloak, Harry mentally corrected himself, gracefully arranged within the confines of its glass enclosure. And what a cloak it was intricately designed, its fabric seeming to ripple as if stirred by an imperceptible breeze. A striking yellow sash lay pooled at the cloak's base, adding a vibrant contrast to its rich color.
Eager to examine the contents of the last display case, Harry moved forward, poised to investigate further. Yet, as he took a step, a sudden interruption shattered the silence that enveloped the house. A sudden, sharp explosion echoed through the space, jolting Harry's senses. The unexpected sound cut through the stillness, contrasting starkly against the otherwise serene atmosphere of the room. Startled, Harry froze in place, pivoting his head towards the direction the sound had come from … a small, partially open door nestled off to the side of the room.
Peering through the partially open door, Harry's gaze fell upon a narrow flight of stairs. It triggered a recollection of his initial intention to get to the rooftop, where he hoped to find answers from the figures he had observed earlier. However, as the previous plan flickered through his mind, an inexplicable sense of realization washed over him. He was fairly confident that the answer to his previous query had already presented itself … it was the items within the room that were somehow responsible for the alien presence in the vicinity.
With a fleeting glance backward to the unexplored display case, obscured by the one containing the distinctive cloak, Harry shook his head in self-reproach. He swiftly redirected his focus, swiftly darting toward the stairs, a surge of urgency propelling his movements. An internal rebuke echoed in his thoughts, chastising himself for wasting precious time scrutinizing the items in the room. The urgency of the situation overshadowed his curiosity, and he made a mental note to thoroughly investigate the artifacts once the impending battle … whatever it might entail … had been resolved.
As he ascended the stairs with determined steps, Harry decided that as long as he was not eaten by one of those space whales first, there would be plenty of time to fully inspect all the items in the room, especially the items in the last two cases, once the fight was over.
As Harry swung the door wide open, he confirmed the presence of the narrow staircase beyond it. The filtered daylight cascading from above affirmed that these stairs indeed led to the roof.
Eager to rejoin the ongoing battle against the aliens or extend assistance to anyone in need across the city, Harry quickly dashed up the narrow stairs, his urgency driving him to take two steps at a time in his haste.
Upon reaching the rooftop and fully swinging open the door, Harry's momentum came to an abrupt halt. His breath hitched as his eyes fell upon a surprising scene … a figure, clad in an unmistakably familiar orange robe, stood with their back turned towards him. And beside them, apparently in conversation with them, stood a figure that sent a jolt of shock through Harry … the Hulk.
What struck Harry and caused him to freeze, was the apparent difference from his prior encounter. This Hulk, appeared slightly smaller in stature compared to the one he had previously seen, but most surprisingly donned a predominantly white outfit that looked remarkably pristine, unlike the torn and stretched purple shorts that Harry had seen him wearing before. On top of his appearance, this version seemed composed, engaged in a conversation rather than exhibiting the previous inclination towards bellowing and … well …. Smashing things.
Before Harry could utter a word, the Hulk seemed to extend his hand to receive something, and in a sudden blink, vanished as if apparating. However, Harry doubted that was the case, noticing the absence of the distinctive crack that typically accompanied that form of magical travel.
Startled, Harry performed a swift double take, confirming that the Hulk had completely disappeared. A flicker of frustration passed through him as he reflected on Clint's omission regarding the Hulk's ability for seemingly instantaneous travel. However, before he could dwell further on this revelation, the remaining figure, adorned in the orange robe, pivoted to face him.
"Hello, Harry," the figure addressed him, her voice carrying a sense of wisdom and authority. "When I mentioned our meeting would occur later, I hadn't quite anticipated seeing you so soon. Nevertheless, even the most … prepared individuals can be caught off guard by the turns of fate. I welcome you to the Sanctum Sanctorum," the Ancient One greeted with a profound bow, radiating an air of reverence and respect.
"Oh … hello there! I hope I'm not barging in unexpectedly, but the front door kind of … let me in," Harry remarked with a somewhat apologetic tone. He gestured towards the encircling aliens, noticing that their numbers were gradually closing in on the building. "It's just that there's quite a commotion out there. I had been fighting downtown but it had been noted that those aliens seem to be gathering in force around this area. I thought I'd come by to check things out and offer a hand if needed …"
The Ancient One's expression momentarily darkened, her gaze directed skyward towards the encroaching alien fliers before shifting back to Harry. "Yes … well … that's on me," she confessed, her voice tinged with a touch of regret. "Not the alien attack, mind you, but their gathering in this specific location. I hadn't foreseen this sudden attack." She paused, her expression pensive. "I was deep in meditation at Kamar-Taj when I sensed the rift opening above the city. It took me a few moments to reach the Sanctum Sanctorum here in New York, planning to aid in defending both this sanctuary and the city."
Her eyes glinted with a hint of mirth, reminiscent of Dumbledore's enigmatic demeanor, as she continued. "As you might have deduced from your snooping below," she remarked with a hint of playfulness, "the artifacts and treasures in the room below us emit a rather distinctive energy because of their magical properties. This energy … it's a sensation that reaches out and can be felt by even the most primitive of beasts, even if they do not understand what it is that draws them." Her smile faded, a seriousness overtaking her features as she indicated the hovering fliers. "Certain items below, resonate especially strongly when they detect the presence of malevolence or individuals harboring evil intentions."
Harry gazed at her, a puzzled expression evident in his voice as he responded, "You talk as if those objects are alive and have a will of their own."
The Ancient One turned her gaze back to Harry, a familiar glint reminiscent of Dumbledore's wisdom returning to her eyes. "After everything you've witnessed and encountered, does that really seem so far-fetched?" she questioned.
Harry hesitated, opening his mouth to reply before promptly closing it, his thoughts racing back to all the peculiarities he'd encountered at Hogwarts Castle. Memories flooded in of his discussions with Ollivander, the wand maker's insistence that it was the wands that choose their wielders, echoing in his mind. Recollecting these instances, he nodded towards her, signaling to the Ancient One to continue.
Her smile retained a hint of regret as she continued, "The attack caught us … it caught me off guard, allowing me to only partially deploy the wards designed to cloak the magical signature of these artifacts. As a result, the aliens can unconsciously sense a potent force here and are intensely fixated on locating it. Yet, they struggle to pinpoint its exact source. However, the longer they linger in the area …" Her words trailed off, interrupted by a sudden motion as one of the fliers had abruptly changed course towards the Sanctum Sanctorum. With a swift gesture, she released a golden beam of energy at the approaching flier, halting its movement as it veered off its trajectory towards the building.
"As you can witness," she resumed, her voice carrying a weight of concern, "some manage to perceive the building if they remain in the vicinity for an extended period. This prevents me from going downstairs to finalize the wards, fearing the catastrophic consequences being unleashed upon the world, our reality … even others … if the aliens managed to enter the Sanctum and get any of the darker artifacts, I don't know the horrors that might have been unleashed … " Her eyes briefly flickered down to a medallion hanging from her necklace, a moment of reflection evident in her gaze.
"There might have been a way …, " she continued, her tone tinged with a hint of hesitation, "to activate the wards fully before the aliens' arrival. However, the potential cost was deemed too high, and it's irrelevant now. The very thing that could have aided us is currently lent out … I think you witnessed that." She said with a smile. "But the main reason I did not pursue that option was that … I sense a certain malevolence and careful planning behind this assault, beyond simply unleashing aliens on our world … I think there is more that is happening. So, I refrained from using the item that would have allowed me to protect this Sanctum, fearing it might draw attention of the mastermind behind this attack."
Gazing out over the cityscape beyond the rooftop, the Ancient One shook her head in dismay. "I've been confined to holding the aliens at bay from this rooftop, preventing their entry here but unable to extend help to the rest of the city," she lamented. Her expression shifted, focusing intently on Harry. "However ... your arrival here might just be fortuitous. Perhaps you can lend a hand."
Harry glanced towards the door leading back inside before returning his attention to her, a questioning look on his face. "What exactly do you need me to do? I'm not particularly skilled in wards or ancient runes."
The Ancient One smiled warmly at him. "Not for initiating the wards," she clarified. "The protective spells for this building are incredibly complex and can only be activated by one of the masters of this house." She gestured towards herself before continuing, "Your magic, Harry, it's different from the magic in this world. I would have had concerns about how your unique magic might interact with an already partially complete ward, and that is even if you were proficient at warding."
Observing the perplexed expression on Harry's face, the Ancient One continued on seeking to clarify, "Magic varies, not all magic is the same, Harry, especially across different worlds. You've probably noticed by now that some of your spells don't function as you'd expect." Noticing his nod of agreement, she continued, "Here, on this world, in this universe, certain spells may prove considerably more challenging for you, while others might be unexpectedly simpler. Basic incantations might drain you, whereas some powerful spells that would have once risked depleting your magical reserves to the brink of your death could be as effortless as lifting a finger. Truly, the fact that you retained any of your magical abilities after crossing into this realm speaks volumes about your innate magical talent and your inherent affinity for magic."
She paused, allowing Harry a moment to digest her words. He recognized the numerous instances where he had encountered struggles with certain aspects of magic and felt a hint of relief knowing there was a rationale behind it. However, a glimmer of hope emerged within him, anticipating the possibility of discovering some facet of magic that might come more naturally in this new world.
Harry gazed back at the Ancient One, his nod encouraging her to continue.
"The differences between the magic of this world and yours, while significant, are not insurmountable," she affirmed. "With dedication, rigorous training, and relentless practice, I'm confident you can bridge these differences. Like a hybrid, you'll forge a path where your previous abilities will blend with the new skills, potentially becoming stronger than you might have been had you stayed in your original world or solely existed in ours. I believe you possess the capacity to master the intricacies of both realms' magic."
The revelation left Harry astounded; it was a notion he hadn't anticipated. However, recollecting the earlier conversation that had prompted this revelation, he shook his head and inquired, "So, if not help with the warding, what can I do to assist?"
She offered a reassuring smile and glanced past Harry. "Well, that's quite straightforward. I need you to guard the door behind you and the entrance at street level. Although if I'm absent long enough for them to breach the main entrance, we might have far bigger problems. Just ensure no aliens make their way into this building," she emphasized, as the smile disappeared from her face, her expression turning grave. "I mean it, Harry. No aliens can be allowed inside … the consequences could be catastrophic."
Receiving Harry's solemn nod, she softened her expression, a hint of warmth returning to her demeanor. "Excellent. This won't take more than a couple of minutes."
With a grandiose spin and a flourish of her robe that Harry was certain would have amused even Professor Snape, she elegantly pivoted and descended the stairs, leaving him alone on the rooftop. As Harry peered through the doorway, where her figure had vanished moments ago, his thoughts circled back to her words about his unique magic ...
Suddenly, Harry was jolted out of his thoughts by the resounding thud of something heavy landing on the rooftop behind him. Reacting swiftly, he spun around just in time to narrowly evade an alien's energy weapon aimed in his direction. With a quick and decisive spell, Harry swiftly incapacitated the assailant before his movement had even been fully completed. Shaking his head to clear it of distractions, he pushed aside any thoughts about his future prospects, recognizing that securing the safety of the city took precedence over personal contemplation. In the midst of the chaos and this fight, the only thing that really mattered was that his magic worked well enough to fight. He acknowledged that as long as he refrained from excessive apparition, he could sustain his efforts.
For the next tense ten minutes or so, Harry found himself engaged in a flurry of action, thwarting eight more attempts by the aliens to breach the building. One of the aliens, instead of confronting Harry directly, made a swift dash once he landed on the rooftop towards the door, only to be abruptly halted as a swarm of bats burst from its nostrils, a result of Harry's diversionary tactic. Chuckling to himself, Harry swiftly stunned the bewildered alien, adding it to the growing heap of attackers he had neutralized. Employing magically conjured roped, he bound the captured aliens together, maintaining a secure perimeter at the edge of the rooftop.
After gently depositing the latest subdued alien onto the accumulating heap, Harry experienced a sudden rush of intense tingling sensations, that originated from the building beneath him and swiftly radiating outward. He shifted his focus towards the door while maintaining a vigilant watch on the skies, eagerly anticipating confirmation of the Ancient One's success. In less than twenty seconds, his attention was rewarded as she emerged through the doorway, joining him on the rooftop, though looking noticeably fatigued.
"Are you okay?" Harry inquired, gesturing broadly towards her drained state.
She responded slowly but with an air of assurance, "I ... I'll manage. Completing that magic was quite draining. It takes a lot out of you, even for someone … as experienced as me. But you can see ..." Her finger pointed upwards to the fliers in the vicinity, signaling the significant shift in their search patterns, drifting away from the building. "The aliens can no longer detect the presence of the artifacts here. No matter how long they linger, they'll sense nothing. The building is secure, and the artifacts will remain undisturbed ... at least for the immediate future."
Harry acknowledged her words with a nod. "So, what comes next?"
The Ancient One offered a reassuring smile. "You're free to rejoin the battle. It will take me some time to recuperate, but once I've regained my strength, I'll join the fight as well. There are many innocent lives in the city today that I can aid. They don't deserve to die, and I'll do whatever is in my power to help them."
"And what about after the battle?" Harry pressed further. "Do I come back here? Is this place … this Sanctum Santorum … is this Kamar-Taj? Am I to begin my training now that I'm aware of this building's location?"
The Ancient One chuckled lightly, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "No, young Harry, this isn't Kamar-Taj, and your training won't take place here. In fact, should you attempt to enter this building again before you're ready or in dire need, I believe … you'll encounter quite a challenge."
Turning back to her with a hint of surprise, Harry inquired, "But wasn't I supposed to commence my training?"
The Ancient One gently shook her head, her expression conveying a sense of wisdom. "Harry, you've embarked on a journey, and I urge you not to hasten through it. This isn't a sprint where the point is to rush to the end. There's no need to hurry into your magical training by immediately seeking out Kamar-Taj. You'll arrive there precisely when the time is right for you ... and not a moment sooner. Regardless of your determination, rushing it will only lead to frustration. In the meantime, there are other things to learn, people to meet, places to visit."
Before Harry could interject, she continued, " I foresee ... remarkable things in your future. However, for now, I see a boy, a young man, who has spent his life, both knowingly and unknowingly, fulfilling others' expectations. I see someone deserving of the opportunity to live life on their terms."
Pausing briefly, she offered a reassuring smile and resumed speaking, noticing Harry's hesitant expression soften into a tentative smile.
"But apart from what you may rightly deserve, there's no need to hasten towards what's ahead," she advised, her tone carrying a gentle wisdom. "I sense that you will ... well, knowing your future doesn't serve your best interests. Everything will unfold as it's meant to, precisely when it should. Having that knowledge might only add unnecessary obstacles to your journey."
Harry met her gaze, his curiosity evident. "Are you sure about that? Then what should I focus on now?" he inquired, seeking a little direction.
The Ancient One paused, fixing her gaze on Harry with a serious expression. "Once the battle is won, and I have no doubt it will indeed be won, I suggest you live your life. But … if you want something to look into … when you find the time, I suggest you visit Momentum Labs. When I arrived in New York, I sensed a … disturbance at the Labs, a feeling that something has been discovered which may pose a threat to those who found it or potentially to all of humanity or … perhaps it is nothing. However, the exact nature of what is happening is obscured from my visions, and I cannot accurately establish whether it is a threat. However, there's an ominous sensation surrounding it, and addressing it preemptively might be prudent before it escalates into a larger issue. I would investigate it myself, but my responsibilities extend to numerous fronts. While I sense there might be danger eventually, there's much peril in this world that is imminent, and I'm limited in my ability to be everywhere at once."
She paused, her expression betraying a sense of concern and the constraints of her responsibilities. "However, should you truly require assistance, know that help will be available to you."
Gazing out at the city's skyline, the Ancient One's eyes settled on the STARK tower, which Harry observed had lost a few of its letters, creating a peculiar sight in the distance. Exhaling heavily, she redirected her attention back to Harry, her expression carrying a weight of seriousness.
"Here's one piece of advice that I hope will serve you well," she began, her tone carrying a sense of severity. "Many who've committed truly heinous acts never intended to do so and often don't perceive themselves as villains. Quite the opposite, actually. Some embarked on their paths with intentions of doing good or at least what they perceived as good. Yet, be that as it may, there's an undeniable truth to the saying that absolute power corrupts absolutely."
Offering a faint smile, she clapped her hands together gently and then waved her hand in a circular motion. Suddenly, a peculiar golden circle materialized beneath Harry, engulfing him, and in an instant, he found himself hurtling through it, plummeting towards the pavement of a road below.
As Harry landed with a jolt, he glanced around in a state of bewilderment, only to realize he stood once more in front of the Sanctum Sanctorum. However, an eerie sight unfolded before his eyes—the building began to fade, gradually dissipating from view.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Harry mused inwardly, 'I suppose the examination of those artifacts will have to wait for another time ... although I wonder what one needs to do in order to be allowed to have one of them.'
As the distant roar of one of the space whales echoed through the mostly deserted streets, Harry glanced back toward the city's downtown core. He made a mental note to investigate Momentum Labs after the ongoing battle, whenever an opportunity arose. And maybe he could delve into understanding his magic and diligently work on honing his skills again.
Moments later, another thunderous roar sliced through the quiet streets, however this roar was rather … Hulk-ish in nature. However, Harry had already vanished through apparition, leaving the scene behind.
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Story Note – Most of the items that Harry found in the Sanctum Sanctorum were from my research on items that Dr. Strange has encountered, either in the comics or movies or other media and for all the items that I mentioned I have a plan for them. They will pop up again. However, there will be several other magical items from Marvel that will make their appearance.
Story Note 2 – Am introducing Momentum Labs, even though it wasn't really mentioned that the Ancient One was aware of the Labs I chose to write that she was aware that something was going on, but as it was not world ending danger at that point she focused instead on other pressing concerns and it ended up being overshadowed.
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