Chapter Eleven

"Full house," Sarah announced, setting down her cards.

Ludo plucked the cards from where he had stashed them about his shaggy coat, and presented four with a pleased smile. She laughed and took another from behind his ear to add to the others, checking them.

"Looks like you got a pair, my friend," she said, pointing to the two Queens.

"Ludo, friends," he rumbled, his great paw coming down on her head.

Sarah laughed again and ducked from beneath him, standing up with a few protesting joints. She jogged in place, then grinned at the rock troll. "Care for a run?"

He rumbled an assent and stood, brushing the top of the pavilion with his great wide, horned head. Those horns were much larger now than they had been when she ran the Labyrinth, and they had double rows. Jareth had informed her that a rock troll never stopped growing tusks, and they got wider and more complicated points as they aged.

Another thing she had learned about the rock trolls is that they were much faster than first let on. Especially on a downhill, they could sprint at great speeds.

Sarah led the way out of the pavilion, and Neira peeled off from where she had been leaning against a support pillar, looking bored as she surveyed the approach to the royal tent. As soon as Sarah came into view, however, the guardswoman's eyes lit. "Another run, your majesty?" she asked, already starting to pick up the pace.

Nodding, Sarah peeled off from the main thoroughfare and ran up the narrow guard ways to the perimeter.

The camp was set up the same way each night, allowing them to find their way regardless. The entire perimeter was, by Sarah's estimation, approximately four miles. She could run it in about forty minutes, and was trying to beat the record. Each night, however, the terrain shifted. Minutely, sometimes, but today as she, Neira, and Ludo jogged the line, watched by sentries stationed every ten feet, the pounding surf made one edge of the camp much more difficult, where the line met the edge of the beach and she and her friends were running in deep sand. It sucked at her feet, but Sarah pressed on, lungs burning and heart beating fiercely as she watched the sun set over the great turquoise inland sea.

Stopping with her hands on her thighs, braced over her knees, Sarah panted and pushed sweat-dampened hair out of her eyes. "I think that was my worst time yet. Neira?"

"Hour, three minutes your majesty," she said between quick breaths, glancing at Ludo who had collapsed onto his backside and was tipping over. "I think we broke your friend."

Grinning, Sarah jogged over to Ludo and offered him a hand. He waved her away. Laughing, she said, "I'm going to leave you here. It's time for dinner."

"Ludo, stay," he rumbled, and sighed deeply, closing his eyes.

She leaned down and gave him a hug, which he gently reciprocated, before pulling back and beckoning to Neira. "Come on. I'm starving."

Sarah was quick on her walk back to the royal pavilion, but she did not run, though she still could have. There was something so immensely freeing about the sensation, and she had been grateful to get back into the habit these last few weeks.

The banquet table was set up for the officers and generals, but the food had yet to be laid, so Sarah headed straight for the tent she shared with Jareth, waving greetings at a few of the soldiers she'd gotten to know.

Neira stopped outside the tent, and Sarah brought her a goblet of water before ducking back inside to seek out a bath.

She was most of the way finished when Jareth rounded the privacy screens, gaze tracking to her immediately and a smile splitting his handsome face. "Hello, love," he said. "Did you have a good run?"

She wrinkled her nose. "My worst time, but the beach was a difficult stretch."

He came to the side of the tub and leaned down, kissing her on top of her damp head. She turned her face up and reached for him, fingers making his shirt soggy and sudsy, but she pulled his mouth down for a proper kiss.

Jareth braced hands on either sides of the tub, suspending himself over her and the water, his fine hair tickling her skin. When she had taken her fill of the taste of him, she sloshed back into the water, giving him a satisfied smile.

"Are we eating with everyone else tonight, or will it be just the two of us?" she asked, though she knew the answer.

"The two of us," he murmured, fingertips playing on the surface of the water, hovering over where her breast was submerged, only an inch from her peaked nipple. "That was the agreement."

"Yes," she said, but she was always happy that he knew exactly which day was which.

After their time at the centaur court, they had come back to the pavilion and Sarah had proposed a solution to their problem. There were many duties to attend to, and even more distractions when the two of them were anywhere close to naked, but Sarah was due proper explanations about this world, her place in it, and of Jareth.

So every third day, barring when it fell on a time they had to meet with local tribes or monarchs, she and Jareth sat down to a private dinner, and so long as dinner lasted, he would answer any question she put to him. In full. Sometimes the question-and-answer session continued on late into the night, and Sarah was happy there had been so many times he had wanted to stay up talking.

To her, it proved that he was being genuine when he said he wished to tell her all, in time.

Just that he had lived a lot of it. Time stretching out almost two thousand years into the distant past, and she knew she had only just started to scratch the surface.

Rising from the tub, Sarah took Jareth's offered drying sheet, wrapping it around herself before doing the same to her hair, twisting it up atop her head. "What are we having for dinner?"

"I prepared something special, to celebrate your second moon in the Underground," he said, moving around her and out into the main living area. "Once you're dressed, join me."

She had set out a pair of soft linen pants and matching black shirt prior to her bath and changed into them now, eschewing undergarments. Her hair she kept up in its wrap, not having access to anything but Jareth's magic in order to dry her hair.

She stepped around the privacy screen and laughed at the sight that greeted her.

Absent previously, there was now a circular dining table with a white tablecloth over it. A flowered centerpiece was bracketed by lit candles in glass votives, and there were two silver domes covering their respective plates. It looked like something straight out of a cheesy romance movie, and she said so.

Jareth grinned at her, and his voice was teasing. "Come here and see what I've got for you, infuriating woman."

She crossed to his side and he lifted the cover on her plate with a flourish. Her smile was so big she felt like her cheeks would split. "A hamburger and fries?"

"Not just any. They're from Antony's. If I'm quick, I can grab an order before I'm missed in the Underground. I just got back with these before joining you in the bath."

Sarah leaned forward, sniffing delicately. "That smells heavenly. Garlic?"

"Truffle garlic fries, yes," he said, sounding proud even though he had only retrieved them. "And this is a Swiss bacon burger, with avocado, sprouts, and a honey mustard aioli. I'm told it's fantastic. I got one with something called pulled pork and coleslaw on it. Would you like to trade, or did I chose correctly?"

She grasped his wrist and smiled up at him. "This is perfect. Thank you."

"You shouldn't thank a fae," he chided, though there was a gentleness to his chiding. "Very bad habit."

She slid into her chair without another word, pulling her plate closer and reaching for the glass containing a fizzy beverage that looked suspiciously like—"Oh, gods, I missed soda," she said, taking a larger gulp before setting the glass down, careful not to drink it all at once. "I know it's terrible for me, but—"

"You've been running every day for over a month, you deserve a treat," Jareth said, lifting her hand to graze a kiss across the knuckles before he retreated to his own spot, revealing his burger and grabbing hold with barely-disguised glee. "I've always wanted to try one of these."

"This is supposed to be one of the best ones on the planet," Sarah informed him. "So I hope you like it."

They passed the first few minutes in blissed out silence, both absorbed in the deliciousness of the meat and bread and truffle oil garlic fries sprinkled with parmesan. Sarah moaned in pleasure, unashamed, and leaned back in her chair. "This is perfect."

The setting sun was shedding its last rays of light that she could see through the thick canvas of their tent, but there were a number of candles and lanterns spread about, casting them both into a soft yellow glow.

Sarah took a deep breath, wiping her face and fingers on a cloth napkin. "Did you have any pets, growing up?" She was thinking of Merlin. The poor dog had not lasted long after her Labyrinth run, they had found at only five years old he had severe lymphoma. Nothing survivable. They had done the humane thing and put him down. Her father had cried the whole night, and so had she. Toby had been too young to know, but he cried as well.

"I did have a pet growing up," he said. "But first, love, where did you go? I can smell the sorrow."

"Oh," she said, heat flooding her cheeks. "I'm sorry." She told him of Merlin. "It's silly. Pets die. We know they do, but it hurts."

"Yes," he said, chin in his hand as he studied her across the table. "It does." He took a deep breath and sighed. "We're given familiars, when we enter puberty and our powers start to flow for the first time. Mine was a cat, Celia. She was purest black and had brilliant blue eyes. Long fur." He smiled wistfully. "We share in our life force with our familiars, to bind them to us for all time. They're never supposed to die."

There was a long silence. Sarah did not speak, picking at the leavings on her plate instead, pushing a fry around her plate with another one.

"When I attempted the poisoning of the watchers, Celia was taken and killed as part of my punishment," he said softly. "In front of me. Jahari led the process, and I felt every inch of what they did to her. I won't—the details are not what I would divulge to anyone, love, so I ask that you let me keep it at this: they tortured her. Because of me, because of what I did, and the piece of me that was growing within her, supporting her, died with her."

Jareth touched his chest, as though he could feel the place where a piece of him was missing. Then he chuckled. "I suppose I was wrong. I have touched grief twice, only—this feels more profound. The loss of Celia was a loss of self and of one I loved. You would have liked her. She was as soft as a cloud."

Sarah's heart hurt, and her eyes watered at his telling. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"There are cats and chickens and such aplenty among the Labyrinth," he said, trying and failing to sound dismissive. "I suppose I have many pets, in my way, as I'm responsible for all who live within my kingdom."

She smiled sadly and shook her head, reaching up to undo the wrap. Her hair fell down her back, damp but no longer sodden. "That's terrible, Jareth. You suffered a great loss."

"Yes," he mused, watching her movements. "And was myself a target of my people for nearly a century afterward, because I stank so of grief. You know how we like it. But I would not let mine go. It was mine." He said the last fiercely, and then startled, glancing at Sarah. "Is that why you do not wish me to drink more of yours? Because you fear that you will lose your connection to them altogether?"

She thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. "In part, yes. But also because it's a little scary."

"What is?"

"Seeing you lose control."

He grinned lasciviously. "You see me lose control quite often, precious, when I'm buried inside you."

She shivered. "That's different."

He tilted his head. "How come?"

This was another part of the evenings that she had to admit she enjoyed immensely. Jareth had been around for a very long time, and experienced much, but he still did not wholly understand human emotion and custom. It was not his world. Which was why she was so invested in learning about it.

"When we're—you know," she said, still conditioned by years of Sunday Catholic rearing that one did not talk about these things. Not even in private. "When we're—"

"Fucking," Jareth supplied, grin wide.

The prick was enjoying this. "Having sex," Sarah said primly, sniffing. "And you lose control, I'm with you, right there with you, so we fall together."

She closed her eyes to remembered sensation. They had been doing more and more adventurous things in the bedroom, and she was not quite sure how she felt about it, exactly. Turned on? Certainly. But sometimes she thought that Jareth enjoyed his games a little too much.

"So when I take of your grief, it is more frightening because you are alone in your sensation, and I alone in mine?" he asked, sounding perplexed.

"It's not just that they're separate sensations," she explained. "But that you have loss of control during. You're powerful, Jareth. More so than anyone I've ever met, except maybe your sister."

He snorted. "Hardly."

"Regardless, I'm still mortal. I can still get sick, still be hurt. What if you…" she trailed off, unwilling to voice the fears.

There was a long silence, and then Jareth spoke gently. "I will never hurt you, Sarah mine. I vow, I will never harm you."

She pulled in a breath as the compact settled into place. He had done a handful of these over the last few weeks, and she had grown accustomed to how it felt like a string tied snug around her middle, before softly sinking beneath her skin.

Standing, Sarah began to pace. Jareth tracked her, nibbling on a final fry, his eyes gleaming in the dimness.

There was something about the way he watched her sometimes that made her want to run, still, even though her legs ached from earlier and all she wanted after that meal was bodily rest. Her mind was racing, however, going through all the questions she'd come up with over the last few days, plus all the ones that she had not gotten to previously.

Stopping, she faced him, folding her arms over her stomach. "Did you ever love anyone else? Before me?"

Jareth leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin before throwing it on the empty plate. "Yes."

She held her breath.

He sighed. "Nothing like being with you, my love. Nothing so intense, nor… reciprocated." He rose and came to her, taking one of her hands and leading her to the set of poufs and cushions that littered the floor in one spot, creating a nest of soft seats. "When I was still at court, before my banishment, there was someone. I loved her intensely, but she barely knew I existed."

Sarah remembered what the strange fae woman had said, the one who had ordered her throat slit. Oh yes, you would be his type. "What did she look like?" Her stomach was twisting with the implications of the conversation, but she sank down into one of the poufs and settled against Jareth when he sat at her side, arm coming around to hold her. She could hear his heartbeat under her ear.

He was quiet for a time, gloved fingers playing in circles along her upper arm, before he said, "She looked a great deal like you. Blue eyes, but she was raven-haired, though it curled. The main difference, however, was in how she looked at others, and at me. She hated with an intensity unmatched in the court. Her loathing was palpable."

"Her name is Iona, and to my knowledge she still lives, though I have thought little enough of her in the last few centuries." He shook his head. "She is the scion of her house, one of the oldest and most influential in the court. And when she discovered that I had longings for her," he stopped and laughed, the sound rueful. "She was not pleased to be anyone's imagining. I found myself dangled over the Splintered Crystal Canyon by one of her younger brothers while she explained I was never to look her direction again, or be dropped into the shards thousands of yards below." He shuddered. "Those crystals are what we fae fashion our personal weapons out of, for they can split our skin easily, and if they puncture they release a toxin deadly to our species."

Sarah lifted her head to look at him. "And she had someone hold you over that?"

"Yes."

"Bitch," she muttered, settling back against him. "What was her problem, anyway? Why does she hate everyone?"

He chuckled. "Because she was raised to believe that her perspective is superior to all," he said quietly. "And I was young, drawn more by her beauty than any of her other characteristics. If I had stopped to think it over, I would have realized quite quickly she was not compatible."

"Why not?"

He shifted into a more comfortable position, legs splayed in front of him. "I want someone who wants me," he said simply. "And she wanted nothing like that. It was more… collective. Once she had someone, she lost all interest in them, because they were hers."

"Sounds boring as hell."

Jareth laughed, and his arm squeezed her. "Do you have more questions for me?"

"Always," she said, yawning through the word. "But I also want time to do other things."

"Oh?" he asked, teasing. "What other things might there be that we could get up to?"

"First, one more question," she said, though she was smiling, her fingers dancing along his brocade vest. "What will be expected of me, as the Goblin Queen?"

"Hm," he murmured. "Quite the change in subject, precious. I can only guess to some level, and express my own hopes, but there has never been one before. We have no precedent." His hand was traveling up her shoulder to her neck, curling into her still-damp hair and feathering under her ear, making her shiver. "It is my desire that you assist me with communication between the kingdoms, and are by my side or in my stead to host visiting dignitaries. I hope that you will bear some children, one day, for I do desire an heir. Again, there has never been one before, but I like changing the game."

She could see his smile, gleeful, and could not help but smile back, and then shudder as magic hit her, drying her hair the rest of the way so that his fingers slipped through with ease. Making a low, appreciative noise, Sarah cuddled closer, her fingers traveling lower.

"I also would like for you to find projects of your own, love," he said, his voice getting breathier the lower her hands swept. "If you wish to take to music or acting, I encourage you. We need more of the arts in—ah."

She had cupped him, and found that he was partially hard, though as her fingers explored he quickly thickened. His hips flexed, pressing himself up into her touch, and his breath left in a hiss of pleasure. Nuzzling at his neck, Sarah slipped astride him, her thin linen garments like air between them. Her hands moved to cup his face, and he looked at her, his eyes glazed a little with lust, his gloved hands at her waist and working down.

"Precious, I'm going to stop answering your questions very soon," he growled. "I can feel the heat of you against my cock."

Sarah rocked forward, pressing that heat even tighter against him, and purred, "We can be done."

Jareth pulled her face to him and captured her mouth, his tongue diving between her lips within an instant to taste her. She moaned into the kiss, the pressure at her core throbbing in time to her heartbeat.

He did not let her stay on top for long, rolling them so she was splayed beneath him, her hair fanning out on one of the floor cushions as he pushed her shirt up, baring her stomach.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear, dragging his lips down her throat, down her chest, and taking one nipple in his mouth through the thin fabric of her shirt. She arched against the touch, panting, and he lifted his head with a knowing smile. "Tell me what you want."

Sarah wiggled, feeling her cheeks flame. It was one of Jareth's favorite things; to be told what she wanted to do in bed. Part of it, she was sure, was that it embarrassed her. Especially when—

Jareth traced the seam of her crotch, causing her to jerk, and he chuckled. "I won't do a thing until you tell me."

"Liar," she whispered hotly. "You want this just as much."

"Oh, I do. Maybe more. But I can withstand. Can you?" his laughter was low and seductive.

There was a part of her that would have stamped her foot if she could. He was settled between her parted legs, the heat of him soaking through the thin garments she wore, the hard press of his lust undeniable. She ran hands up his chest, then removed one of his gloves, flinging it to the side before reaching for the other.

Jareth watched her do this, helped her as she went, but stayed silent.

She took a breath, letting it out slowly to calm her heartbeat before answering. "We've been doing a lot of, uh, preparation," she said softly, her gaze flicking away from him time and again even though he was smiling at her. "And I think I'm ready. I want to feel you… back there."

His expression shifted, going from slight amusement to pure need. His voice was so low it was like the beginning rumbles of thunder. "To be clear…" he leaned down, his hair tickling her as his breath coiled against her neck and ear. She shivered. "You want me to stick this," he ground against her and she whimpered, legs falling open further. "In your ass?"

She must have been glowing brilliant red, but she nodded. "Please."

"Oh," he sighed. "Bed, I think. I want this done right."

Sarah's heart was hammering, so much so that her pulse was almost all she could hear as he climbed off her and then reached down, helping her to a wobbly stand. She was already so keyed up that she could barely think, and she knew that he knew that. It was in every centimeter of his smile.

"I'm going to remind you that you can stop this whenever you wish," Jareth murmured, leading her to their shared bed, a giant mattress stuffed with down. He stopped her before it, lifting her shirt over her head and pulling her trousers down so she was fully naked. Kneeling before her, he slipped one of his naked fingers up through her slit, and she gasped, knees partway buckling before she caught herself. "Gods, I love how wet you are for me," he said. "But I'm going to love claiming your ass even more, Sarah mine."

She shuddered as his fingers continued to move and probe within her, and soon she was trembling, even more as he circled up and around her clit. "Oh," she sighed. "Jareth, I'm—I'm nervous."

"I know," he whispered, leaning forward and lapping at the juices coming from her. Her hands went to his shoulders and the back of his head, rocking forward against the pressure of his tongue.

Jareth licked her thoroughly, circling her clit and then pulling it into his mouth, sucking it as she cried out.

He brought her to orgasm twice before relenting, pulling back with a glistening mouth and chin, his grin wide as she panted.

She climbed onto the bed, Jareth following with a peppering of magic that dissipated his clothing, leaving him naked save for the pendant, just like her. His cock was standing straight up, like an exclamation point, precum glistening on the tip. She reached for him and he moaned as she explored him. "On your back."

She was a little surprised, but did as he asked and lay back while he arranged pillows under her hips, raising them to him. His expression was somewhere between lustful, greedy, and anticipatory. But there was also that he kept glancing at her, checking to make sure she was still with him, still wanting.

There was no one she could have imagined but him doing this, and she said so. "I'm so glad it's you."

He dipped fingers into her again, causing her to gasp and lift her hips.

They had been playing with fingers and some small toys that Jareth had with him to help stretch and acclimate her ass to being filled, but nothing they had used came close to his length and girth. He assured her that it would be fine, but she was still a little nervous as he dribbled oil onto his cock and rubbed it along the length. He poured more onto his fingers and began to probe her ass, his fingers slipping inside easily.

Sarah cried out at being filled, with first two fingers and then three, which he used to stretch her even further. Rocking up to meet the pressure, she reached for her clit, rubbing gently as he continued to probe her.

"That's it, lover," he murmured. "Keep touching yourself."

He withdrew his fingers and she whimpered at the loss, but then gasped at the feel of the head of his cock against her tight entrance. It was so warm.

"I'm going to be slow at first, Sarah. Very slow. Let your body get used to me."

Jareth moved her legs up, then took himself in hand and began to press gently, easing and pressing so soft that she began to wonder if he would ever be able to gain entrance. Her fingers continued to rub in slow circles over her clit, and she felt her body relax by degrees at his gentle probing.

"There," he whispered, eyes on the juncture of their bodies.

That instant she felt a slight sting, and then—

"Oh!" she cried, stretched so incredibly wide. Her free hand scrabbled at the covers, clawing them into a tight fist. "Gods!" she gasped.

"That's only the first bit, my love. You have much more to take." He turned and kissed her knee, feathering lips down her calf. "Breathe."

Sarah let out another gasping breath she had not realized she was holding, and her fingers slipped over newly slick skin. "I don't know if I can," she warned, feeling almost uncomfortably full.

"If it starts to hurt, let me know. We don't have to do this tonight," he said, though there was a strain in his voice.

She had relaxed more because of the talk, and Jareth began to ease forward.

Sarah choked, but it was—oh, gods, it was glorious. He was still so slow, so careful, pulling out by small amounts before pressing in again, and it was just… perfect. Small sounds were falling from her, and her heart was beginning to race. Fingers slid over the hard nub of her clit and she cried out, careful not to move too much while the orgasm ricochet through her.

"You just came with my cock in your ass," he rasped. "You've never looked so beautiful."

He said this all the time, but she whimpered, reaching for him.

"Not yet, love. I need to keep some control," he said, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in further than before. "You've almost taken all of me."

Sarah moaned, back arching, and he slipped further into her, so deep she could feel him pressing the core of her. "Gods, Jareth, please. You feel so good."

"Do I?" He asked, still strained-sounding. "I'm going to start to fuck you now. Keep touching yourself."

There had never been a feeling compared to this. The fullness, the pressure.

Jareth pulled out and added more oil to his cock, then began to pump into her. Gently at first, when she responded only with cries for more he began to pick up the pace.

"Gods, oh, gods," she said again and again, coming once more as his tempo increased even further. "Jareth, I can't—"

"You can," he growled, and slowed as he eased on top of her, his mouth finding hers as his hips continued to flex. She pulled her hand out from between them, and he was angled in such a way that with each thrust he rubbed against her clit ever so gently.

Sarah clutched him, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, and called out, surprised as much as anything, as his increasingly intense thrusts caused her to crest once more. "Oh, fuck," she swore, breaking his kiss.

"Sarah, you're so beautiful," Jareth murmured against her neck. "So tight. Gods, you feel so good."

His breathing was getting ragged, and Sarah lifted her legs, wrapping them around him as he started to reach his end. "Yes," she groaned. "I want to feel you come in me."

"Oh, hell," Jareth swore, and slammed into her once more, hard, shocking her to her core, and then he was gasping, cock twitching within her as it emptied.

Sarah could hardly breathe. The sensation of him inside her was still so much, so filling, that even as he eased out of her she could feel the phantom stretch. "I didn't…" she trailed off, catching her breath, then tried again. "I did not know it would feel that good."

Jareth chuckled. "You liked it?"

"Very much."

"Do you hurt at all?"

She did an internal assessment. "A little sore, but no."

They stayed wrapped in each other speaking of little things for a few minutes before necessity pulled Sarah to the bath. When she had finished, Jareth made the tub large enough for them both and they cleansed themselves together.

One thing Sarah enjoyed about her life Underground so far was how healthy she felt. The food here was cleaner than what she had access to the in Above, and with her daily—sometimes twice daily—runs, plus all the activities in the bedroom, she felt strong.

Jareth remarked on the muscles in her legs as he helped dry her, and said her ass looked incredible. She smiled at him, dropping the drying sheet before pulling him into a kiss.

They crashed together back into the main area of the pavilion, but Sarah did not take him to the bed. Instead, she bent over the long dark wood desk that often contained maps and missives. It was bare now, so she stretched herself over it, lifting her ass in the air and wiggling it a little, looking over her shoulder at him.

Jareth looked mesmerized, reaching for and fondling her backside, breathing growing heavy as his fingers trailed to her core and found her molten hot and slick. "Gods, I thank you," he whispered, and lined himself up with her, thrusting into her channel.

Sarah cried out, nails digging into the wood grain, and pushed back against his motions, increasing their tempo. She was so wet that she could feel it dripping down her inner thighs.

Jareth pounded into her, his grip on her hip and one hand pressing down on her back, keeping her in place.

She came twice before his end came to him, releasing into her with a snarl.

By all the gods, she loved this. The slide of his body compared to nothing else she had experienced in the past.

Jareth carried her to the bed, laying her out as she started to feel sleep rushing toward her, demanding. He kissed her, from temple to chin, and then her lips. "I love you, Sarah Williams."

She was tired, and perhaps that coupled with all that had just transpired conspired to loosen her tongue. "I love you, too."

Hello!

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