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This chapter might seem a bit slow and complicated, but I really needed this chapter to slow the pace of the story down because we've had a lot of action chapters recently. This will give you guys a chance to see how events have unfolded, as well as to apply some literary analysis. I used this chapter to experiment some ideas I had.

This chapter is written from Luxa's perspective.


Chapter 31: Prophecy of Ragers

The black jewel sparkled brilliantly under the weak light of the flickering flame.

"Your Majesty," the guard on her right said urgently.

Luxa nodded and wrapped her fingers around the jewel. "We make for the Waterway," she said softly.

Cracks started to stretch out across the ceiling and the walls ominously, and a loud roar could be heard in the distance. "Vikus built this," Luxa whispered. "My grandfather built this."

The narrow corridor they were huddled in began to groan as it rumbled angrily, ancient dust raining down on Luxa and her royal guards. "The extensions on the south side are collapsing, your Majesty," one royal guard reported to her. "Its collapse is causing everything else to fall apart as well."

Luxa's eyes wandered across the walls, inscriptions regaling them of a once glorious past and the hope of a better future. But her hubris and hope had worked together to tear everything apart, brick by brick. She hadn't seen the disease gathering, but now it had infected so many tunnels that it had become a parasite, gnawing away at the foundations and now driving it to the edge of complete destruction.

If she hadn't dared to venture transgressively beyond the boundaries, then perhaps it could have been saved. If she hadn't tried to build those new bridges and tunnels, perhaps she could have been satisfied with what she still had, ruling peacefully over these ancient tunnels. But for Luxa, being satisfied was never enough. She wanted her own name inscribed on these walls, mentioned in the same breath as Sandwich and Vikus.

She had lived high up in her ivory tower, too far away to watch the decaying tunnels collapse upon itself. She was too preoccupied with the impending invasion that she failed to realise the true threat came from within. An ambitious attempt at building a megastructure had failed spectacularly, and she deserved to be the victim of it. If she had paid more attention, then maybe she could have rectified or remedied the situation.

Now it was far too late.

All she had left was the black jewel.

It was damaged around the edges and had lost some of its glimmer, but it was still the most precious thing in the world to her. If she stared long and hard at it for a period of time, she could even make out a glimpse of its original sparkle. She had forgotten about it for a long time, keeping it hidden in a safe where no one else would look for it. One day, she had picked it up and began adoring it again, but sentiment could only last so long. She grew tired and began to treat it coldly, leaving it to the mercy of isolation even amongst other jewels.

She didn't realise how much she loved it till the end.

Her eyes wandered across the wall and settled on a straight line with a thin, beak-like appendage. She could recognise that sign anywhere- Hazard had taught her how to recognise a scythe when she saw one. Memories began to resurface… Dark memories, with a hooded figure in a black robe wielding a scythe.

A symbol of death.

One of the marks of secret.

Luxa was going to die now that she had seen it.

"Run, your Majesty!" one royal guard barked. "Run!"

She began to sprint down the tunnel as a cold wind raced down its throat, causing her to shiver uncontrollably as it became more intense. Everything about the cold wind was familiar- its bite and its harshness, and yet it also seemed to tenderly caress her cheeks, as if it didn't intend to claim her, it just wanted to hurt her.

She suddenly found herself in the middle of a rotunda. Light spilled through its windows and fell on her, keeping her firmly under its watchful glare. Ancient statues were positioned at twelve different points of the rotunda, all staring at her sinisterly as she became the focus of all the attention.

Her guards stayed close behind her, emerging in the rotunda and standing alongside her. The old building began to shake slightly, before bursting into violent shudders and spasms. Struggling to stay upright, Luxa stumbled about as the ground shook with fury. The whole building released a bellow of anguish before it abruptly stopped moving. Luxa continued to stagger about for a while whilst trying to regain her bearings.

Suddenly, dark humanoid figures began to step out behind the statues surrounding her. They raised their swords and began to advance towards her quietly, with only the echoes of their footsteps ringing out around the rotunda. Each echo chimed like a death knell as the shadows moved closer, and closer, and closer…

Luxa felt the cold wind wrapping around her body, slowly squeezing the life and hope out of her. Her spine tingled and the hair on her arms and legs stood up while the shadow monsters closed the gap between themselves and her. Her soldiers quickly packed themselves closed together, surrounding her even in the face of certain death.

There was only one thing left for her to do.

"Engage them!" she ordered.

The royal guards instantly rushed forward and began to engage the shadowed beings in battle. Luxa, unleashing a battle cry, threw herself into battle as well, endeavouring to take down as many of them as possible. She parried aside a couple of thrusts by one shadow, before responding with a series of slashes and thrusts herself, only to see it parry her attacks too. Howling in frustration, she then feinted towards its left and changed direction in a split second, piercing its chest with her sword.

The shadow screamed in pain and then perished, disappearing into thin air. Luxa was forced to adjust her footing quickly as two more shadows launched attacks against her. She quickly recovered from the surprise to ruthlessly take them down, slitting the throat of the first one and then stabbing the other one repeatedly, gutting it into nothingness.

Then she turned to glance at her royal guards.

To her despair, she saw them falling one by one, hacked to death by the merciless shadows or being stabbed from behind by them. One royal guard even screamed in anguish, "Run, your Majesty!" before he was cruelly beheaded by a shadow.

Luxa screamed in fury and launched a renewed assault on the shadows, hacking them to pieces and mounting attack after attack with more strength and courage than she had ever possessed over the last few months. Bits of shadow floated through the air as she took them down, driven by the anger of losing her guards to these monsters.

One shadow tried to attack her from behind but she lashed out with a kick, sending it flying back and crashing against the wall, and she just had enough time to spin around and block another strike, before stabbing her blade right through it and extinguishing it. She flipped through the air gracefully as it became more crowded, backing away to a spot where she could defend herself a bit better.

Just at that very second, she felt the weight in her hand lighten considerably. She looked down and found herself staring at an open palm. Beyond the palm, the black jewel plummeted towards the ground, falling slowly and gracefully as it seemed to willingly embrace its own demise. Luxa screamed desperately and reached out for the black jewel, but it was far too late. It eluded her grasp and landed on the ground.

The impact caused it to shatter, emitting a blinding white light that forced Luxa to shield her eyes for a second or two. When she reopened them, all she saw was scattered shards of the jewel, stretching out all over the floor of the rotunda. The noise of it shattering to pieces echoed louder than the shadow's footsteps, devouring the silence hungrily.

Luxa looked down at the scene in disbelief. Her world and the structures she had worked so hard to build had been steadily razed to the ground right in front of her very eyes, and yet nothing hit her quite as hard as seeing that black jewel break apart. Her soul became an endless void, sucking in all her remaining emotions and ripping them apart till all she had left was the cold.

She dropped to her knees and picked up a few shards, fingering them gently and watching them slowly slip past her fingers. Every time a shard of the jewel hit the ground, she felt like someone had driven a blade through her heart. And now her heart bled through her tears, as they ran down her face like a cold stream, washing away memories of the past and corroding cherished moments.

She felt her heart splinter into a million pieces, each one the same size as the shards on the ground. She slowly rose back to her feet and turned to face the demonic shadows, who stood in front of her grimly. They looked like reapers, politely waiting to take her to a place where she would be alone forever. But at least she could savour oblivion there, enjoying a meaningless life without having to live through any kind of pain.

So she stood there calmly as they walked right up to her and began to run their blades through her, opening up enormous gashes all over her body. But the wounds did not bleed- they merely screamed, relieved to have found an outlet to release their suffering. The decibel level increased, sending chunks of the rotunda raining down on the ground like hailstones. Luxa looked up at the light which fell gently on her face, begging for her to be put out of her misery.

They ravaged her more and more, stabbing her faster and with greater urgency. And suddenly, she gratefully inhaled one last breath, and then…

And then…

Oblivion.


"Luxa?"

Luxa's eyes adjusted slowly to the light in front of her. It was the weak light of a flickering flame, but was still bright enough for her to flinch slightly. She focused on the voice instead- on its softness and fragility, yet containing the slightest hints of self-assured confidence in its tone. Luxa only knew someone who possessed such a complicated mindset and such a complex range of emotions in one voice.

"Nerissa?" she croaked out weakly, rubbing her eyes and trying to take a better look.

"I am here," her cousin whispered softly.

"Why?" Luxa asked, starting to incorporate her characteristic aggressiveness and ferocity into her tone. "Have you no bed to sleep?"

"Your guards heard you crying out in your sleep," Nerissa replied. "They refused to enter the room without your permission, so they sought me out to check on you."

Seeing the concern in Nerissa's eyes, Luxa couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt over her frosty relationship with Nerissa over the last two years. Ever since she had invited Gorger back and had placed him under the protection of Regalian soldiers, Luxa had distanced herself away from Nerissa, betrayed that she was protecting the rat who had slaughtered her parents and taken their crown.

Gorger's return rekindled painful memories- memories of her tears as she stood next to her parents' coffins, feeling lonely in the cold, unforgiving world of the Underland. This was a rat who was behind Henry's betrayal, encouraging and coercing Henry into becoming his ally and betraying her. Luxa loved Henry like a brother, and it broke her heart when he sold her out to the rats.

And just as she felt Henry had betrayed her, so she felt Nerissa had betrayed her too.

Nerissa had invited the rat who had essentially killed her brother, a rat who had poisoned Henry with his blatant lies and false promises. The least she expected of Nerissa was to put the son of a bitch to death. But Nerissa had fallen down her brother's past and had become enchanted by Gorger's words, protecting him and giving him the opportunity to stir up unrest in Regalia, which he duly did.

The only excuse keeping Gorger alive was Nerissa's word that he had a part to play in Regalia's success, but even Luxa's belief in her cousin's sightseeing abilities had begun to wane. She had always been slightly skeptical but often encouraged Nerissa to embrace her abilities, standing by her side while others derided and mocked her for being frail and weak and deluded. In a sense, Luxa had supported her in the hope that one day Nerissa would repay her faith in her.

So it broke her heart when Nerissa defied her cousin's orders and had Gorger placed in a maximum security prison. Leaving him alive was a mistake in the first place… He had found a way to work Gregor and Ripred and Luxa against each other, tearing down Regalia's pillars and sending the whole place into metaphorical and physical ruin.

Rats were still being ostracised and attacked by humans, even though they had absolutely nothing to do with their brethren's actions. Whole rat homes were raided and looted under the pretence of searching for evidence, and while Luxa had reprimanded her soldiers for acting in such an abhorrent manner, they had refused to tone down their aggressiveness towards the rats, continuing to pillage numerous buildings associated with rats.

This barbarism was all initiated by Gorger, who sat innocently in his cell while he watched his words unleash devastating damage on the city. And the moment they released him to the rebel gnawers, he arrived back at Regalia's doorstep with a whole army, ready to destroy all Luxa held dear for one final time.

And of course, he had killed York. He had the opportunity to kill Luxa, but had deliberately toyed with her by killing her uncle instead. Her uncle, who had sacrificed his life and his men to redeem himself and protect his niece. Gorger knew that breaking her emotionally was a punishment far worse than death.

All this had happened because Nerissa had decided to leave Gorger alive.

"Why?" Luxa asked abruptly.

"I beg your pardon?" Nerissa asked in confusion.

Luxa gazed into her cousin's purple irises. "Why did you keep Gorger alive?"

The concern and confusion in Nerissa's eyes faded, and guilt arose in its place. "Luxa… I… I am so sorry York lost his light. I merely kept Gorger alive because he was crucial to our success in my dreams. I did not know he would-"

"Have you ever wondered, dear cousin," Luxa interrupted her as tears began to well up in her eyes, "if, perhaps, your dreams are flawed? That they are what they are- just dreams?"

Nerissa's guilt was now laced with uncertainty. "I never questioned them, cousin. They always guided us in our time of need, and no matter how dire the situation was the words of Sandwich always held true."

"Have you ever wondered," Luxa said coldly, "if Sandwich's prophecies only came true because we made them true? Have you wondered if they were fulfilled only because we fulfilled them ourselves?"

"No, Luxa," Nerissa said. "The words of Sandwich have clearly been fulfilled with or without our intervention."

"He predicted Gregor's death," Luxa pointed out. "Gregor is still alive."

"He predicted the Warrior's death," Nerissa corrected her.

"And yet the Warrior has been brought back to life," Luxa replied.

Nerissa's eyes dipped for a second. She muttered something under her breath and then shook her head, before saying, "Sandwich foretold his resurrection too."

Luxa frowned. "There was no such prophecy. I searched through the whole room and studied all the scrolls, but none spoke of the Warrior's resurrection."

"There was one," Nerissa said hesitantly and almost sheepishly. "I had it burned the moment I discovered it, because its contents would threaten to send our city into chaos. None shall ever know of its existence but me."

"A secret scroll?" Luxa said incredulously.

"Aye," Nerissa said softly. "One which spoke of how the Underland would change forever. It spoke of the resurrection of the dead."

"Recite it to me, Nerissa," Luxa pressed her. "I must know of its contents!"

"I swore I would never recite it again," Nerissa insisted. "Not even for you, cousin."

"At least tell me its name," Luxa egged her to reveal even a sliver of the prophecy.

"Sandwich called it the Prophecy of Ragers," Nerissa answered. "But many other scholars who read it in the aftermath also called it the Prophecy of Darkness, or the Prophecy of Death."

A chill ran down Luxa's spine. Prophecy of… Death? Death frightened her, because she didn't like the idea of ceasing to exist. She could be immortalised as a heroine and a queen, history could scream her name down the centuries and statues could be built in her honour, but it wouldn't really be… her. She wouldn't be able to witness it or to think. She would just be… nothing.

Nerissa suddenly slumped forward. "Nerissa?" Luxa called out to her cousin.

Nerissa jerked back up and her eyes began to roll backwards. The blood rushed away from her face and she became as white as a ghost. "Nerissa," Luxa tried to get her cousin's attention as panic creeped into her voice. "Nerissa, are you alright?"

"My end is near," Nerissa whispered. She began to lean backwards, and only didn't fall off the bed because Luxa caught her arm.

"Prophecy of Ragers will be fulfilled soon," Nerissa said softly. "I can speak no more, cousin."

"Then speak no more," Luxa told her. She then shouted as loud as she possibly could, "GUARDS!"

Her royal guards burst into the room in an instant. "Take Nerissa to the hospital," Luxa ordered them.

"Under Dr Howard's care, your Majesty?" one of them asked her.

"Dr Howard is currently residing in the Fount," she told them. "He will not be available for the next few weeks. Bring her to his assistants. I trust they will take good care of her."

Nodding obediently, they lifted Nerissa up and left the room promptly, leaving Luxa alone once more. Sighing aloud to herself, she forced her stiff body out of bed and walked over to the window to gaze at the rest of the city from her vantage point. The dim lights and eerie silence of the city gave her time to reflect on the events of the past few days.

After Gregor had left Regalia for his family, Luxa had spent most of her time in the Fount, doing her best to repair the damaged diplomatic relationship between the two cities. Many came to the city to pay their respects to the Fount's fallen leader, kneeling or bowing before his body. York was a stubborn and difficult man, but he was also kind, generous and cared deeply for the people around him.

He deserved all the respect he could get.

Howard was broken by the loss of his father. He spent hours sitting by the body, quietly crying and lamenting the untimely passing of York. She tried to comfort him, but he was inconsolable. His siblings were also distraught, but none of them expressed it as openly as York did. And for the first time ever, Luxa felt pity for the usually obnoxious Stellovet, who was silenced completely by the death.

Luxa knew what it felt like to lose parents to Gorger. She could sympathise with her cousins, who all handled the emotional weight in different ways. Young Chimney spent a lot of time walking down hallways, appreciating portraits of her family which seemed to solemnly darken as a shadow passed over the Fount.

Susannah, meanwhile, had been forced to assume the position as the governess of the Fount. The high seat in the Fount was not exactly a royal position, even if the person who sat on it had royal blood. Whoever sat in its seat could only be addressed as a governor or a governess, but that person also had the same liberty as kings and queens. Regalia's monarchy acted as a supervising force, but Susannah was still in charge of all matters. The burden of improving the city's morale fell squarely on her shoulders.

The hardest job for Luxa was to relay the message to Susannah. Thankfully, she needed no words- upon arrival in the Fount, she sought her aunt out immediately. The look on her face must have conveyed the message, because within seconds she found herself hugging Susannah as tears began to fall freely.

It always had to end in tears.

The irony was that York's death was the necessary catalyst in the reconciling of the Fount and Regalia. It was heartbreaking that a good man had to die in order to end a feud which stained both city's reputations. Many wounds that day were healed, but at a great cost. York's loss would send shockwaves across the Underland, and Luxa had no doubt that the rebel gnawers would be gathering their forces to strike while both cities mourned and grieved.

On the day of the funeral, she had delivered a tearful eulogy urging all the different species and colonies of the Underland to unite against the threat of the schemers, but these words had lost some weight. The battle of Regalia was the climax of inter-species relations, and it had been slowly rotting away ever since it concluded. Regalia had assumed its position as a superpower once again, forgetting that it needed its allies in order to succeed.

Perhaps Luxa wasn't astute enough to run the city. She should have had the foresight to repair diplomatic relationships before it got strained, but she was too caught up in the whirlwind of survival and success to care about the plight of other species. The fliers, in particular, had suffered greatly, and Nike had made it explicitly clear that the series of events leading up to the battle of Regalia had been the fault of the humans.

Luxa had arrogantly dismissed Nike's words without realising what she was trying to imply- soon, allies would become enemies and happiness would turn to sorrow. The fliers and the humans were too close for their alliance to fall apart, but the rest? Who knows whether the spinners or even the crawlers intended to wage a war against Regalia?

She didn't want her uncle's death to be in vain. She wanted to use it as a platform to unite all the other species, because that would have been what he wanted. For all the smaller and more vulnerable species or colonies to be remembered rather than bullied, and to be treated with the same respect which they accorded to Regalia themselves.

Luxa remembered walking around the Fount, gazing at small statues dedicated in honour of York. Somehow, they didn't look like York to her… They seemed more like the Greek mythological character Thanatos, the personification of death. The statues had no wings, of course, but the design and armour he wore seemed eerily familiar to the Greek warriors she read about when she was a young girl.

Death came to all, but sometimes you didn't realise when it was staring you in the face.

The pawns in her game of chess with Flavius had been wasted. She hadn't even realised that she was playing the game until it was too late. By then. Flavius had accrued a tremendous advantage and was now forcing her to play the game according to his will. And the one thing Luxa hated most was unwittingly dancing to someone else's tune.

The schemers had allowed the Underland to tear itself apart through conflict, and now that they were so exhausted fighting each other, the schemers had chosen to strike. Hundreds, even thousands of nibblers were being forced out of their homes by the rampaging schemers led by Gaius. She just received news yesterday that Queenshead had been taken by them and half the jungle was occupied with Gaius' forces. They were making a steady march towards Regalia, and she wasn't even close to being ready.

She had stationed soldiers at the Fount in order to back them up should Flavius turn his gaze towards the city, but she was guessing that Flavius would ignore it for now. Regalia was the greatest superpower of the Underland. If it fell, so would the rest of the Underland, and this meant that Flavius' priority would be getting his forces to the walled city and then tear it down brick for brick.

At that very moment, she had no one. No Howard, because he was helping his mother run affairs back in the Fount. No Gregor, who was trying to help his family. No Ripred, who had casually disappeared a couple of days ago. No Mareth and Vikus, who died in the battle of Regalia. No Hazard, who had become so infuriated by her political decisions that he refused to speak to her. She still had Aurora, but that was as good as it got. Hell, even Lapblood and Perdita didn't speak to her often these days.

The price of power was high- at the top, Luxa could be awfully lonely, especially now that her position had generated a lot of controversy following Ripred's radical proposal to become a democracy. It wasn't necessarily a bad idea, and perhaps Regalia would be ready for it some day, but at the moment it would only throw the city into more turmoil.

Perhaps she should consider abdicating after the war with the schemers and the Overlanders was over, assuming that it ended in Regalia's favour. Hypothetically, should they somehow win against the schemers, public approval of her would be high and there would be no apparent need to abdicate. But was it still right for her to sit on this throne? Did power belong only to one individual who was lucky in the birth lottery, rather than the people?

Luxa knew that she would have to grapple with her conscience sooner or later, but she wasn't quite emotionally prepared to do so now. She grabbed her robe, ready to put on her mask for yet another day. She had to look confident so that her people would believe she was still the appropriate choice to wield power in Regalia. If nobody had faith in her, if nobody respected her, if nobody trusted her with that power, then she was useless as a queen.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a black object hurtling across the city. She rushed to the window to see Apollo rocketing through the air, shaking quite violently as the people riding on his back lurched forwards and backwards. It was quite evident that he couldn't sustain the weight of so many on his back.

A guard knocked on the door frantically. "News from the wall, your Majesty!"

"Come in," she said.

He burst in, panting heavily. "The quest is successful, your Majesty. They rescued him."

"What quest? Who rescued who?" Luxa asked, perplexed by what was going on.

"The quest to rescue the Gunner, your Majesty," the guard informed her. "The Warrior and Lord Ripred embarked on this quest not five days ago."

Was that why they had been missing all along? They had gone on a quest without her permission?

"Where are they headed?" she asked the guard.

"The High Hall, your Majesty," the guard answered. "There are reports that all three have suffered injuries."

"Thank you," she said. "Prepare for their arrival. Make sure that doctors are on hand to assess their condition."

She quickly threw on her silky royal robes, disregarding her somewhat dishevelled appearance. She rushed out of her room and down the stairs, making her way to the High Hall as swiftly as possible. How could they go on a quest without her permission? And how did they know where to rescue Calvin? When did Calvin come back to the Underland?

She emerged into the High Hall, just in time to see Gregor and Ripred disembarking off Apollo, who looked absolutely exhausted. "Prepare another room for Apollo!" Gregor told an attendant, who nodded and rushed off.

"What is going on?" she asked, confused and a little irked.

"Ah, the classic debrief," Ripred sighed. "You can do the talking, Overlander. I don't intend to argue with her Majesty over this affair."

Gregor shot Ripred a look, before turning to face Luxa. His bloodstained forehead sent her stomach into a whole series of somersaults. He had a nasty gash on his temple, and half of his metal mask was missing, leaving half of his face covered and the other half exposed. His armour was badly dented and scratched, and it became blatantly obvious that he was nursing more than just a couple of bruises.

"I found out that the Overlander mercenaries had Calvin," Gregor explained while taking off his damaged mask. "I figured that in order to get him out we could only have two or three people on this mission at most. So I took Ripred along with me to get him out of there."

"You didn't take me along," Ripred corrected him. "I agreed to come along."

"Shut up," Gregor said in frustration, to which Ripred just rolled his eyes. "So we went in there and got him out."

"And we happened to run into Flavius and Snake," Ripred added. "Quite the coincidence."

Luxa eyed the both of them. "You did all of this without my permission?"

"Yes," Ripred said immediately.

Gregor shot Ripred another dirty look before replying, "I knew that if I told you about my plan, you'd send a whole troop of soldiers along with me. I couldn't afford to have so many people coming along on a mission like this. They would have jeopardised any chance of success."

"Nonetheless," Luxa replied, trying to maintain her composure, "you should have sought out my permission."

"Whatever, my bad," Gregor said as he shifted from foot to foot. "I won't do that again, ok?"

"He will do it again," Ripred said, nodding his head slowly. "He'll definitely do it again."

"Oh my god," Gregor sighed. "Will you just shut up?"

As irritated as she was with the both of them, she also couldn't help but feel relieved that they had made it back largely in one piece. "How does Calvin fare?" she asked.

"Not well," Gregor said grimly. "Had to knock him out twice on the way back, and that's with the blindfold."

"You blindfolded him?"

"He appears to be frightened out of his wits by Apollo and me," Ripred explained. "I can understand why he'd be frightened of me, but Apollo? Apollo's as kind a soul as you'll get."

"Someone's messed with his brain," Gregor said. "We need to get him to Howard for a check-up."

"Howard's not around," Luxa told them. "But we'll still assign our best doctors on the case. And you two should go and get yourselves checked up as well."

"I'm fine," Gregor said gruffly.

"Well, I'm not," Ripred replied. "I'll have that check-up, thank you very much."

As he sauntered towards the hospital, Luxa devoted complete attention towards Gregor. "You two have worked out your differences?"

"For now, I guess," Gregor said gravely.

Luxa nodded in approval. With the Underland standing on the precipice of complete annihilation, they were going to need all of its heroes to rally together for a final showdown against the schemers and Operation Claw. They had the queen, the Peacemaker and the Warrior.

Regalia now had its Gunner back.


So we have a reunion! The characters from Regalian Bloodbath have come back together, and I can tell you that characters like Hecate, Hero and Lapblood will be making a return in this story!

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