In Veritas Memento

Rating: NC 17

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All aspects of Spartacus: Gods of the Arena are owned by Steven De Knight and Starz. This is for pure entertainment value alone.

This story takes place after the episode Missio, yet it veers completely into an A/U after the events of that episode. I am a huge fan of the series Spartacus; however, my favorite character is Gannicus. This is his story.

Warnings: M for a reason. This story is much like the show. It contains bad words and smut! If that is not your cup of tea, turn back now. Although, if cussing and nude scenes offend, are you sure you're a fan of Spartacus?! ;) Hehehe. Kidding. Anyhow, you've been warned.

Pairings: There are multiple pairings, and Gannicus has more than one partner in this story, however, Gannicus/Melitta is endgame. If reading Gannicus with multiple pairings offends you, again, turn back now.

A/N: This story has been rewritten, so, do not be surprised if much has changed if you have already read this.

Chapter 4: actus reus: Guilty acts

Octavia Severus was the epitome of a spoiled Roman aristocrat. She was beautiful, born into wealth, power and privilege and her marriage to one of the wealthiest men in the Republic had only cemented her belief that all she had to do was ask and it would be received. She was a woman used to getting her way in whatever she so desired and the moment she had lay eyes on Gannicus, she had decided what she desired was him.

She shot Varis a sideways glance. "You did not speak false, Quintilius, the man is truly a magnificent beast," she purred, rising from the couch and slinking across the floor to stand before the object of her fascination. "Adonis himself would be envious of such beauty and perfection." Her hand slid along his chiseled abdominals to muscled chest, up to his shoulder and then down his arm. "I have never seen any that would equal his face and form." She paused to squeeze one hard bicep. "Feel how firm his flesh is—like marble."

"Gannicus is titan. No man stands his equal, in or out of the arena," Batiatus bragged.

"I would lend agreement to such a boast. He is a glorious feast to the senses," Octavia agreed, her hands roaming the rippling contours of Gannicus's physique greedily, before coming to rest on his flat belly. "He is mine to command?"

Quintus nodded. "In however you desire."

Melitta watched in agonized silence as the Roman woman circled him slowly, sliding her hands along every inch of his flesh before coming to stand before him once again.

Octavia picked up her wine and took a sip. "I feel the man is overdressed," she said, glancing to Varis and Cossutius.

"Definitely," Varis said, his lecherous gaze fixed upon Gannicus.

Cossutius chuckled softly as he took note of Varis' eagerness.

"Remove your subligaria," the woman ordered softly, wetting her lips as her hungering gaze drifted down his body to land on his groin. She allowed gaze to focus there—waiting.

Gannicus swallowed thickly. He had not thought he could be more humiliated than he had previously, yet somehow this was worse. He sensed the blonde Roman liked to give orders and his stomach tightened in dread at what she would demand of him. He took a deep breath and his hands went to the cloth around his waist. Slowly, he unknotted the fabric, then unwrapped the garment from around his hips and let it drop to the floor, exposing his nude body to the nobles for their viewing pleasure.

Octavia made a throaty sound of approval. "Oh my…" she said, staring at Gannicus's groin. He was not aroused, but it was obvious he was well endowed. "He is bold of purpose!".

Cossutius made a whistling sound of surprise. "Priapus was especially kind to this one," he said, smirking.

Octavia turned to her fellow noble, her eyes wide and a cat-like smirk upon her face. "I believe the gladius between his thighs is as mighty as the swords he carries into the arena!"

"Did I not tell you?" Varis added. "A most impressive specimen."

Octavia nodded. "For once, you did not exaggerate."

Varis chuckled, as did Gaia and Cossutius, while Lucretia and Quintus basked in their guests' enthusiasm for their Champion.

"As I have said," Batiatus added, "Gannicus is a God among men."

Melitta turned away from the sight of Gannicus standing utterly exposed before them. It was revolting, and she was embarrassed for him. Not for his physical appearance. He had absolutely no reason to be ashamed of his body, but for the way these Romans treated him, as if he were an inanimate object. It was disgraceful, and she could not bear to watch it.

"I would bend tongue to such sentiment," Octavia agreed as she plucked a grape off the platter next to her and took a bite. "However, he appears shy today," she said taking note of his flaccid state. She placed herself before Gannicus, took his chin in hand and forced him to turn gaze downward to meet her own. "Tell me, gladiator, does your cock get hard before contest in the arena?"

Gannicus bit back his sigh. This woman would leave him no pride at all apparently. She was staring at him, awaiting a reply and he finally gave a slight nod. For in fact she was right. How the fuck she knew that, Gannicus had no idea, but she was correct in her assumption—taking to the sands was always an exciting moment.

She turned to Quintus with a brow raised. "Can we have him prepared? I would prefer to see him gloriously elevated, as he is in battle."

Cossutius seconded the request and Quintus nodded, looking around for a slave to assist.

"What about this one," Varis said, pointing to Melitta. "He pleasured her well on my last visit. Let her give appreciation and reciprocate."

"So, she is the one you spoke of?" Octavia asked and Varis nodded. The blonde turned to Batiatus and Lucretia. "Then it must be her, does it not?" Her cat-like green eyes turned to Lucretia and she smiled. "Unlike Cossutius, I do not mind exploring ground already covered—if it is a sight I have not witnessed myself."

Cossutius chuckled. "Ah, but unlike you—I will have two most pleasant experiences, while you have settled for only one."

Octavia smirked. "It is the quality of the adventure, good Cossutius, not the quantity. I believe mine shall be the superior event."

Cossutius chuckled. "As am I."

Lucretia tried to intervene again for her body slave, but Quintus squeezed her shoulder, putting an end to whatever defense she may have taken to save Melitta.

He smiled broadly at his guests. "It shall be everything you so desire."

Octavia glanced down Gannicus's body and licked her lips. She shrugged. "Not everything, but one must make do until deeper pleasures may be satisfied," she said.

Retaking her seat on the lounge next to Gaia, the blonde Roman turned to Melitta. "Remove your robes," she ordered with a flick of her wrist.

Melitta paled and her eyes immediately went to Gannicus. He met her gaze helplessly, sorrow clearly etched upon his handsome face. She did not bother to seek help from her Domina. She had learned quite well last time…there would be no refuge from that quarter. Her hands trembled as she removed the brown leather strap that helped keep her robes on her figure. As she dropped it to the floor, her eyes met Gannicus's again and she drew courage from his presence. With a soft exhale of resignation, she untied the knot at her shoulder and allowed her garment to float to the floor at her feet.

Gannicus could not stop his gaze from travelling over her body. She was as perfect as memory recalled and despite his will not to, his body responded.

Octavia glanced to Gaia. "She is a pretty thing…pale, yet dark of hair and eyes…a perfect contrast to his golden beauty."

Gaia giggled as she dipped a strawberry into a cup of opium laced wine and held it to her ruby lips. "A striking pair." She bit into the fruit, smiling as she observed Gannicus's reaction. "Look how he responds to her. Their mating was quite titillating." She glanced to Varis as she passed him the wine. "Would you not agree?"

"Indeed," he said taking the goblet from her. He took a healthy sip. "It was…extraordinary."

Cossutius took the glass of drugged wine from Varis. "A mighty Celt with a mighty weapon. Let us see how he wields it."

Gannicus ignored the crude comments. They would not help his purpose. He kept his gaze off Melitta hoping he could will himself relaxed.

Octavia noted his struggle. "He fights his attraction to her," she said, "I find that interesting." She turned to Batiatus and Lucretia. "Why does he deny what is obvious?"

Batiatus grimaced, but before he could answer, Lucretia dropped the bombshell of Melitta's circumstance. "Melitta is married to our Doctore. Oenomaus and Gannicus are as brothers. That is why they fight their attraction." Warming to her cause, Lucretia suggested perhaps they would not mind another slave taking Melitta's place. "Perhaps Naevia would be better suited for your purpose. She is untouched. I believe Gannicus would perform excellently with her," she said, stressing the word untouched to Cossutius.

However, her comments only whetted the Roman's appetites. "Well now, this is a most fascinating turn of events," Cossutius said, his gaze upon Melitta. He chuckled softly. "You say she is the wife of his brother?"

Batiatus nodded and shot Lucretia a look that clearly said she should have kept her mouth shut. "They are close, but that is of no importance. Gannicus will do as commanded, as will Melitta." He ended that statement with a look to both that spoke volumes—they would do whatever was asked of them or suffer the consequence.

Octavia clapped happily, giddy from the opium as well as the circumstance surrounding the two slaves. "This just went from delicious to positively mouthwatering." She waved her hand imperiously. "Have her take him in mouth. I would wager it will not take much encouragement to have him completely hard."

Cossutius and Varis applauded her suggestion and, to Gannicus' disgust, the Romans began to place bets on exactly how long it would take Melitta to suck him to full arousal.

Melitta avoided all eye contact as she knelt before him. Gannicus gazed down at the top of her head as she hesitantly took him in hand. He wanted to stop this, but it was beyond his control. He knew he should look away, but he could not. He felt her hot breath on him and then she wrapped her lush red lips around the head of his cock and began to take him down her throat.

It took all his willpower not to shout his pleasure to the Gods and heavens above. Having Melitta's mouth on him was easily the most erotic vision he had ever witnessed, and he could not keep the soft groans of pleasure behind his teeth as her mouth moved up and then down, taking his cock into her throat.

"Aaahh," he gasped, as she swallowed around him, her throat muscles milking a response. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and he was fully hard in mere moments.

"Stop," Octavia demanded and Melitta pulled away.

Gannicus clenched his fists to keep them from burying themselves into her hair and tugging her back to where he needed her.

"Hmm, he is quite attracted to her," Octavia commented, taking note of Gannicus's immediate response. "She barely laid hand nor mouth upon him and look at him now…hard as stone." She handed Gaia the handful of coins from the wagering. "Since Gaia had the closest time, she wins pot."

Gaia giggled and clapped at winning. "Less than a minute to full erection. Did I not say they shared an excitement between them?"

"You mean besides the husband," Cossutius chimed in, his need for degrading another human aroused at the disturbing situation between Gannicus and Melitta. "Perhaps we should bring him in, so he may share in their excitement."

*8*

The Ludus Training Yard:

Oenomaus stood beside the pillar towards the front of the yard watching the gladiators as they sparred.

Auctus, having suffered no serious wounds during his exhibition with Gannicus, was once again back on the sands after a brief visit to the medicus. He and Barca were trading insults with the Syrians' after soundly defeating them in a sparring match. Ashur picked himself up off the sand and spit at Barca. Auctus and 'The Beast of Carthage' were not tolerating the runt's disrespect and moved as one to pummel him into the ground. Dagan, the larger and far more dangerous of the Syrians made a move to enter the fray and that is when Oenomaus stepped forward halting Dagan before he could move against either of the elder gladiators.

"Dagan! Pair with Crixus. And do not allow me to see you turn upon a brother again," he warned.

"Ashur," he spat the name, because honestly, the man simply left a bad taste in his mouth. "Take to the shade. It appears you need to cool off before you lose more than just your temper."

Ashur fumed, but did as he was told. Oenomaus watched the man as he stalked off. He would be trouble, the Doctore knew it instinctively, but for some reason, Batiatus refused to get rid of the man. Oenomaus had a sense his worth was found not in the arena, but what the man was willing to perform outside of it. He had received the mark—as had Dagan, and Oenomaus knew neither of them had passed the test and earned the mark properly, therefore, they must have earned it through other means. It was a disturbing realization that had him questioning the honor of his Dominus; a thing Oenomaus had never done in the years since Titus had rescued him from the Pits of Neapolis; and he had been nothing more than a wild animal.

Oenomaus sighed. As much as he detested the entire situation, one thing was still clear, the Syrians bore the brand which meant they were now brothers, and Oenomaus could not have brother turning on brother if the ludus was to run smoothly. He would have to deal with Auctus and Barca.

Which he would do presently.

"Auctus! Barca!" he snapped, trying to instill power in his voice. He was struggling to assume the mantle of Doctore, yet he felt as brother to these men, and therefore, had a hard time rising above them and becoming their superior.

Auctus sauntered over to him followed by Barca. The hoplomachus was arrogant, a trait Oenomaus usually admired, yet in this instance it instilled dissention within the ranks.

Oenomaus turned to Auctus. "Brothers fighting brothers is not an acceptable, nor admirable trait within this ludus. I would think you of all people would understand that."

"And I would think you would be the first to realize those two are not brothers! They didn't earn the fucking mark. They should not be allowed to wear it!"

As a gladiator and a brother of the brand, Oenomaus agreed. However, as Doctore, he had to maintain order within the ranks. "Be that as it may, Dominus gave order for them to be branded. They bear the mark and shall be treated as such, no matter how they achieved the status."

"A fucking ape could be branded with the mark," Barca cut in. "Does that mean I should treat it as brother?!"

Oenomaus managed not to crack a smile at that comment. Instead he sighed in irritation. "If Dominus decided to place an ape among us and deemed it gladiator…then yes, you would treat the fucking ape as brother." He glared at his former brothers. "Am I understood?"

Auctus shrugged. "Aye, but don't ask me to respect them. They're still just two cunts' that haven't earned that brand and you know it!"

"Yet Batiatus has ordered it so."

"And that makes it right?" Barca demanded.

"What is right when you are absent choice in the matter?"

Auctus and Barca grumbled as Oenomaus led them to the dining area and poured them all a cup of water. "I know it is difficult to see them with the mark of the brotherhood without the test, but when our Dominus demands—we obey. It is how it is. We are absent choice in the matter."

"And when Batiatus's wishes goes against everything we stand for?" Auctus questioned. "What then?"

"Then we still do what we must. It is not our decision to make. We heed our commands. It is the only way to remain free from the anger that being slaves can cause. Do not question—follow the rules and always do what your Dominus demands of you."

Barca and Auctus shook their heads but agreed to go a little easier on the Syrians—not much, but at least they agreed to desist in their attempts to slaughter them in the training yard.

Oenomaus nodded. "And I will consider that a victory. Now Barca, pair with Crixus. He needs help with the spear. Have Dagan move on to Rhaskos. And Auctus, work with Gnaus, his efforts with the sword are below par. I would see him improve or find another weapon to work with."

As Oenomaus watched his brothers leave to follow his orders, he gave a small smile. Perhaps he could become a Doctore the men would respect after all. He thought of Gannicus and his good spirits sagged a bit. His brother was obviously struggling with something. He had never witnessed such a haunted look in Gannicus's eyes. It was troublesome and Oenomaus wished he could help him, but the younger man refused to break words on the matter. There was naught he could do unless Gannicus sought his counsel, and knowing the blonde gladiator as he did, Oenomaus wondered how long Gannicus would stubbornly hide his troubles before he acted on whatever troubled mind.

*8*

Within the Villa:

You could almost hear a pin drop after Cossutius suggested bringing Oenomaus in to watch Gannicus fuck Melitta. In the wake of that statement, Gannicus froze, utterly horrified at the thought, as did Melitta. Even Batiatus, for all his greed, looked stricken at the proposal.

Octavia seemed to ponder his proposition thoughtfully, before vetoing it. "No," she said shaking her head. "While I admire your flair for the dramatic, Cossutius, having the husband present would change their dynamic. Or worse, force circumstance that could very well mean their lives."

Gaia was quick to lend her support. "I must agree with Octavia. It would irreparably ruin the moment," she said much to Gannicus and Melitta's relief—Batiatus and Lucretia's as well.

"Very well," Cossutius conceded, taking another sip of his wine. "But, at least have the man kiss her." He smirked, and it was an ugly, jaded thing. "After all, it is such an intimate act, not even whores allow you to taste their lips."

Octavia was intrigued with the notion. "Indeed." She snapped her fingers at Gannicus. "Well, you heard him. Kiss her. And make it good, with tongue," she instructed.

Gannicus swallowed hard. These Romans would leave him nothing sacred. That was the one thing he had avoided previously because it somehow seemed more personal than the actual act of fucking. However, due to the Roman pig's desire to shame and humiliate, it appeared he would not be able to avoid doing so on this occasion. He dropped to his knees and faced her. She was trembling, and his hand went to her cheek, his thumb stroking her bottom lip as if to ease the quivering there.

"If I could stop this…" He shook his head, at a loss for further words to console. What more could he say?

"It is not your burden to bear, Gannicus," she replied, forgiveness in her gaze.

Batiatus coughed and Gannicus understood the hint.

"Apologies," he whispered, and without further hesitation, he slid his hand down to grasp the nape of her neck and leaned forward, settling his mouth over hers. It was like lightning struck as soon as he sampled her lips, his mind escaped him, and everything went blank. Her lips were soft and lush. A cool cup of water to a man dying of thirst and Gannicus could not stop the deep growl of pleasure that escaped him as delirious heat raced through his blood, exciting him even further. When he took her head in both hands and deepened the kiss, Melita gave a breathless moan of surrender and opened to him. He reacted instinctually, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, wanting—needing more as his tongue mated with hers.

Despite her disgust at their audience, Melitta was helpless to deny his skillful seduction. His tongue enticed further response as it dueled with her own, giving them a taste of each other for the first time. The kiss was sublime and Melitta whimpered as waves of ravenous lust reverberated throughout her entire body, making her toes curl as she returned his ardor, clinging to him while angling her head to give him access to the most intimate recesses of her mouth.

It was pure rapture.

Gannicus's rough palms roamed her body, cupping her hips and tugging her closer while Melitta gripped his biceps, clutching him to her, moaning as the hard tips of her breasts rubbed against the velvet steel of his chest. The kiss went on and on, their tongues entwined, dancing and dueling with equal fervor, they clung to one another. Gannicus could not get enough of her. He kissed her with a hungry passion that seemed never ending, and Melitta's need matched his own, lost in an erotic daze that burned with red hot intensity.

Octavia reclined on her side, sipping her wine and watching them with avid, yet envious intensity. It was highly erotic, and she crossed her legs beneath her robes to quiet the rhythmic throb between her thighs. Watching Gannicus in action was making her incredibly aroused, but it would never do to have Varis or Cossutius witness her in such a compromising situation. Her affairs were not exactly secret, but she could not flaunt them either. Her husband cared not, with the stipulation that he was not embarrassed publicly. However, her brother bore an intense dislike of her choices in that area and would make her life unbearable if word got back to him. Until such a time when she could have the gladiator to herself, in a private viewing, Octavia would make do with the visual of him fucking the slave girl—even if she envied said slave. Her selfish jealousy and the intoxicating effects of the wine and opium gave her impetus to degrade the slave that was on the receiving end of what she desired.

With precise cruelty she gave her orders. "Stop kissing her." For a moment, Gannicus did not respond to the command so lost was he in the immense pleasure he felt kissing Melitta but when the noble woman snapped her fingers and demanded he stop or else, Gannicus promptly ended the kiss.

The woman smiled. "Good. Now, place her on hands and knees before you. I would have you take her from behind."

Gannicus blinked in surprise at the vulgar command. His gaze shot to Melitta and watched as her face drained of color, except for two bright spots of red on her cheeks thanks to her blushing. She was blatantly embarrassed and horrified, and he did not find blame with her on that score. The Roman woman spouted demands like a bitch in heat and it disgusted him that she wanted him to take Melitta like they were dogs, rutting for their master's entertainment. If it was anyone but her—he would perform the task without thought. In truth, it was one of his favorite positions, but he did not want Melitta exposed in such fashion. He did not bother seeking help from Batiatus or Lucretia; neither would offer assistance, of this he was certain. Gannicus cursed silently and fluently in his head—wishing he could tell them all to go fuck themselves! Especially the Roman cunt whose eyes ate him alive every time they landed upon him.

Cossutius (of course) was thrilled with Octavia's suggestion. It suited his sadistic need to psychologically harm people less fortunate than himself. "Well done!"

Varis too looked pleased as he took a sip of his wine, his gaze heavy with lustful anticipation. "Mmm, you've chosen a position I am most fond of."

Octavia glanced his way and chuckled. "I thought you would enjoy it. Although, I think you might prefer him on hands and knees." She arched a delicate brow. "Yes?"

Varis responded with a soft moan of agreement that caused Gannicus to swivel his gaze to the man. The gladiator watched with revulsion as the man reached under his robes to fondle himself, and Gannicus quickly looked away. He had no desire to bear witness to the excitement the man obviously felt when he looked at him in such a fashion, certain the lusty thoughts that seized the man's brain would only aggrieve him beyond imagining.

Octavia noticed Gannicus had not immediately moved to obey and her face became cold and hard. "Did I not give you an order, gladiator?" she snapped. "I want her on all fours before you, and I expect you to see it done."

The blonde noble's demand quickly brought him back to the harsh reality of his situation. The entire room was focused on him and Melitta. Batiatus's face was beginning to show signs of anger and Gannicus knew he could not postpone the deed any longer. There would be no reprieve. He sighed softly as he took Melitta's hand and turned her in his arms so that her back was to his chest. His erection nudged her back and she shivered.

Although he was highly aroused, he still felt sick inside. "Melitta, if I could…I would spare you this," he breathed against her ear. "Believe me when I say I will end this for you as quickly as I can."

She nodded, biting back a sob, and he gently pressed upon her shoulders until she was in the desired position.

*8*

Melitta was certain the Gods were punishing her.

Like the unfaithful Venus, they knew she had found ecstasy in the embrace of a man not her husband and now she would pay for her sins in a most demeaning fashion.

She had prayed for guidance, sought solitude in her Gods and prayers, yet they went unanswered, and now, as she trembled before the Roman nobles who were her masters, she found no hope for salvation. They were the instruments of her downfall, staring at her with rapacious gaze as they reclined on their plush couches, eating fruit and drinking drugged wine, laughing as they awaited her and Gannicus to copulate like animals for their pleasure.

"Enter her, Gladiator," the woman called Octavia demanded, a lascivious smile upon her face.

How could these monsters laugh when they were pressing her into an act of betrayal and adultery?!

It made her stomach twist and knot with disgust.

Her inner musings were brought to a screeching halt when she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. To her shame, her breathing hitched and, despite her terror, the earlier kisses had left her body flushed with desire. As he rubbed the head against her, a throbbing heat pooled within her belly and she moistened in anticipation, lubricating him. It was agonizing, yet thrilling, and when he pushed forward, she bit her lip, breathlessly waiting for him to fill her, no longer caring about the Romans watching. She simply wanted him inside her again.

Yes, the Gods had surely forsaken her.

*8*

Gannicus hesitated. Melitta was trembling like a leaf in the wind and to soothe her fears, he slid one hand along her hip and placed the other upon her back, stroking her softly as he eased into her. She shuddered, her breathing harsh and labored, and he anticipated her being dry due to nervousness, however, to his surprise, her body was more than ready for him and he was met with no resistance as he glided smoothly inside her. She was incredibly wet, and he gasped softly in surprise, his hand tightening on her hip as her hot, tight sheath pulsed around him, nearly causing him to lose control and cum straight away.

He leaned over her, his chest nearly touching her back. "Melitta…?"

"Please," she whispered softly. "Do not bring more shame by questioning what is beyond my control."

Gannicus nodded, further aroused by the proof of her desire. He resumed position kneeling behind her and his gaze was drawn to where they were joined. It was an erotic visual, one he could not look away from as he pulled out and slid back in groaning in pleasure when Melitta let out a small, breathy whimper; it took all his will power not to slam into her and fuck her hard and fast as his body demanded.

Instead he sought to protect her by blanketing her back, shielding her with his body her as best he could while thrusting into her at a steady pace, seeking to see them both to completion as quick as possible.

It was the only decent course of action, except the Roman bitch would not have it.

"Remove yourself from on top of her," Octavia called out, causing Gannicus to freeze, mid-stroke.

He turned his head to stare at her and she made a motion with her hand. "I want you on your knees behind her…not atop her."

Gannicus gritted his teeth, but followed command, resuming his kneeling position behind Melitta. "I will see this done," he told her softly.

Melitta nodded, letting him know she understood. He pushed himself back inside her and she responded with a desirous moan.

Gannicus tried to resist his baser urges, but Melitta stirred him like no other, and as her gasps and moans of ecstasy became more frequent and more boisterous as he moved within her, he quietly begged her forgiveness before he lost care of their audience all together and simply gave in to the raging desire he felt for her. He gripped her hips and thrust into her with a swift and steady pace. It was nirvana, and Gannicus' head fell back, his soft grunts of satisfaction filling the air as he moved inside her, fucking her like he'd dreamed of every night since the first time.

Like Gannicus, Melitta's guilt was overwhelmed by the bliss he could give. Her inhibitions melted away and with each thrust of his hips, she pressed back into him, her nails digging into the rug beneath her, soft cries and whimpers continuously escaping her mouth as they raced towards completion.

It should have been an act that left them both cold, yet it did not. Instead, like the first time, they lost themselves in the other's passionate embrace. Their 'masters' fell away until it was just about them and the devastating attraction they felt for each other.

*8*

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