Percy sighed as he walked out of the big house. He wasn't feeling too tired, but tonight would suck. Despite everything, Dionysus hadn't let up on Percy's punishment of kitchen duty—that he'd have until the end of camp this summer (his follow up for Zeus). Not that kitchen duty would take that long. Lava was still a liquid… ish. It fell under his domain of liquid and the depths that linked back to his Father's Earthshaker domain, so he could usually get things done quickly, but he knew by that point he'd be dead tired. He'd woken a little after three in the morning, and while he'd taken a swim once he'd gotten back from hunting monsters, and it had invigorated him, he'd have to take multiple swims during the day to keep his energy up.

This was one of the few times he really missed his godly powers and body.

Strangely enough, that thought brought his spirits up, because he was still a demigod, and while having a more durable body and more power would be helpful, it still wasn't what he wanted. The reminder that he was still a demigod and able to meddle as he wanted was what ultimately helped him feel better.

He felt well enough that he found himself waving at the border patrol as they approached from the distance, skirting the camp's boundary. Honestly, it was kind of a miracle someone on patrol hadn't noticed something was wrong with Thalia's tree the night before. It highlighted a flaw in their defense that would change soon. They'd have more people on guard in smaller intervals because he'd brought that point to Chiron's attention himself.

At least the guard around the Labyrinth entrance seemed to be doing alright. The Demeter and Hephaestus cabins were making some rather elaborate traps that could be set off very easily. Percy even had some of the demigods he and Chiron really trusted, examining them all for sabotage. They hadn't found anything yet, but Percy was sure it would only be a matter of time before something went wrong.

He'd also just seen both Luke and Annabeth sitting anxiously in the infirmary next to a sleeping Thalia. They'd both been upset he hadn't woken them to see her earlier, but they also both thanked him for everything he did to bring her back to them. Luke, himself, actually clapped Percy on the back and if there had been tears in his eyes, well, Percy wasn't the type to point it out (unless it was Thalia herself, or Annabeth).

As for Rachel, Mr. D had not been happy with her presence, even unconscious as she'd been (she'd passed out not long after arriving), but Apollo showing up before he could really do anything and claiming her as the newest Oracle potential had put a stop to that. Mr. D had never looked so sour in Percy's memories of him in that form.

Of course, the sun god had vanished after that, making Percy want to sigh. He had kids. He should have gone and seen them.

Still, they'd decided that Rachel would need a couple of days of rest at least before she began taking any steps to become the Oracle (which could take weeks or months depending on how everything went), the first of which would be her meeting Apollo. Which could be trying at the best of times. Still, Percy made a mental note to pray to Hades and ask him to please continue to let the curse break down. His children were still treated carefully, but they both had made friends. Nico had even given Percy a hug when the cousins had met that morning.

"You did everything you could to bring her back," he'd said into Percy's shirt. "Thank you."

Smiling, Percy had patted his cousin on the back. "You're welcome."

That was before he'd gone hellhound hunting, much to Erin's consternation. She'd caught him leaving the boundary, but he'd just smiled and rushed outside despite her shouting after him. She'd also been there when he got back with an angry lecture and some ambrosia.

So, all in all, everything was mostly good, and while he was tired, he had arts-and-crafts scheduled with the Hermes cabin next to relax from a morning of fighting and emotional turmoil.

Sitting with his young friends as they went about making their baskets was the most relaxing thing he'd done all day—in several days, actually—and he wanted to enjoy it. After lunch, he planned on skipping rock-climbing to take a nap, though.

"Hey, Percy," the quiet voice of his best friend drew Percy's attention and he turned from his pathetic attempt at basket weaving (no seriously, the only thing he did worse was archery) to look at Grover.

"G-man! Did you get that license?"

The satyr smiled and reached into his pocket. "Yup. I've had it for a couple of weeks now. Thought I told you." He flashed the card at Percy.

"Nope, but I'm happy for you, man."

"Yeah," he grinned, then put a hand up to his head, sheepish. "It's just… um… I wanted to ask you something."

Oh. Percy thought he knew where this was going. "Here, let's head outside then."

"Right," Grover agreed.

Percy excused himself from the others and led the way out of the arts and crafts cabin. Then he stalked into the forest and up to the stream, which he pulled water from to form a dome around them. He really didn't want to take the chance of Kronos' cronies overhearing them.

Once they got settled, he sat on a rock and faced his friend. "Alright, ask away. I'll answer if I can."

"Yeah. Um… in the future, did we find Pan?"

Yup. He'd actually been expecting Grover to ask him much earlier. Maybe he still needed some encouragement and self esteem? Hmm.

And what should Percy answer? He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to explain Pan's current state either. Grover would be heartbroken and the Council of Elders (that hadn't been disbanded yet, unfortunately) would be furious. They may very well come after Percy with pitchforks and torches… and some really nasty musical notes he did not want to deal with.

As much as he hated to admit it, he'd probably have to lean into vagueness. Like gods did. Ugh. Knowing why the gods did what they did didn't make it any more fun to experience. Or be a part of.

"Yes."

Grover's eyes lit up. "Wait, really?!"

Percy nodded, trying to stay neutral. "He's a nice guy."

The satyr blinked, surprised. "Really?" Percy raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I'm glad you liked him, but he's the God of the Wild. Wild isn't always nice."

"No," Percy agreed. "It's unfettered—unrestrained. My type of guy."

Grover thought about that for a moment, and another grin broke out on his face. "True. But more importantly, we find him! Where is he?"

And there was the million dollar question.

"I… don't think I can say."

He hated how his friend's joy faded before his eyes, ending in confusion and even betrayal. Percy held up his hands preemptively. "I'm sorry, man, but I can't help. You have to find him on your own."

He half expected Grover to get angry, but this was Grover and he should remember that, even if it wasn't quite the friend Percy remembered. Instead, he seemed to fly right past anger and into resignation. "I should have known it wouldn't be so easy."

Percy relaxed a little, but still put a hand on his friend's arm in solidarity.

Another sigh. "But you met him. He's still here."

The time-traveler tried not to wince and thought he succeeded. "Yes."

Grover frowned. "Why does that make you sad?" Stupid empath abilities.

"It's… it's complicated. We met under not-so-great circumstances. It was kind of a hard time in my life." Truth.

"Oh."

He couldn't leave it there, though. Wincing, he searched for the right words. "Also, there are… things I can't tell you—things he needs to tell you himself."

"Like—" Grover started, bordering on panic (hah, see what he did there?) when he seemed to catch onto something. "Me? He needs to tell them to me?"

Percy smiled. "Yup. You're the one who finds him, G-man. Or, at least, you were."

The light had returned to Grover's eyes. "You promise?!"

"I was right there when you did."

"That's incredible!"

Percy nodded. "It really was."

"Come on, man. Can't you tell me anything?" Grover whined, pouring on the big eyes and the sad face and…

Ugh. Percy was too soft when it came to his friends.

"Fine. Here's the only clue I'll give you: You'll need a clear sighted mortal."

Grover blinked. "What?"

"Fortunately, we've just gotten one in camp."

Those brown eyes widened. "We did? You mean that new girl, other than Thalia?"

Percy nodded. "Yup.

"Speaking of…" he allowed the mood of the conversation to switch abruptly (and wanting to change the subject had nothing to do with it). "Have you been to see her lately?"

Grover looked down, scuffing his hoof on the dirt. "No."

Percy sighed. "You know, none of them blame you for what happened."

The satyr snorted and turned his head away. "Bet Luke does."

He… may not be wrong in that. Still… "I think you need to talk to him. To both of them. Before Thalia wakes up, if you can."

"But it's my fault! If I'd had the presence of mind to actually remember the right way and not get us lost—"

"No," Percy said forcefully, folding his arms. "If you hadn't been there, they wouldn't have made it to camp at all. Have you ever thought of that?"

"They needed someone with more experience," Grover protested.

"Maybe. But who's to guarantee that another satyr would have even found them?"

Grover's opening mouth suddenly snapped closed and he leaned back, blinking. "What?"

"If you hadn't gone out when you did, would someone else have taken your place? Another protector?"

The satyr's mouth moved up and down, but no sound came out until he said, "No."

"So another satyr wouldn't even have been there," Percy pointed out. "The fact of the matter is, you were there. No one else was. You did the best you could. You got Luke and Annabeth here."

Was it just him, or did Grover look like he was about to cry? He also still seemed disbelieving, so Percy pushed more despite the potential for tears.

"Besides, you want to know who she asked about when she first woke up?"

Grover just bleated, but didn't say anything, still looking at Percy like he'd seen a ghost.

"She wanted to know how Luke and Annabeth were, and then you. She needed to know you were alright. So I'm pretty sure that's not coming from someone who hates you. Besides, aren't you about to go on your search? Do you really want to risk never talking to them again?"

Grover didn't answer for several seconds. When he finally did, he didn't look up to meet Percy's eyes. "I don't know."

Percy sighed inwardly. With that tone of voice, he'd pushed enough for now. It would be up to Grover to figure the rest of it out. "Just, think about it, okay?"

The satyr nodded.

"Also, if you want someone to come with you…" he let that fade off and then pointed to himself.

"I dunno. Pan and humans…" Grover said uncertainly.

"Even though I was there last time?"

The satyr bit his lip, but after a moment, he took a deep breath. "I'd like to try on my own first, I think."

Which was fair. And progress too. Grover needed more of an ego boost. Some independence may be just what Apollo ordered.

Still, better make sure. "Okay, but maybe that's why no one's succeeded before—because they didn't ask for help."

"Maybe," Grover acknowledged, "but this is something I have to do."

Percy smiled at the answer. "Good luck then, G-man. Maybe you won't need me or a clear-sighted mortal after all. If anyone can find him on his own, it's you."

Grover relaxed and finally met Percy's eyes. "You really mean that." It wasn't a question. Percy's smile just widened.

"Alright. I'll go look for a clear-sighted mortal out there as I look for Pan himself. If I can't find one, I'll come back."

"Sounds good."

And then, Grover's arms were around Percy, squeezing him. The time-traveler blinked. He hadn't expected that.

"Thanks, Percy."

"Any time, G-man. Now go get ready. Say goodbye to Juniper and all that."

To Percy's amusement, Grover squeaked. "J-Juniper?! I… um… how…?"

"Future," Percy pointed to himself. "Remember?"

"Wait… were we… together?" he asked, face going bright red.

Percy blinked. "You're not together?"

"Well, no."

Oh. Oops.

"Probably shouldn't say more," Percy said. "I don't want to mess a good thing up."

"Baa-ah-ah!"

"I'm going to head back to weaving now," he decided, before he stuck his foot in his mouth farther. He let the water around them dissipate back into the stream and began to hurry back.

"Wait! You can't just leave it like that!" Grover yelled after him. Percy picked up his pace. "Percy!"

He had to lose Grover by running to and jumping into the lake. He never did make it back to his awful basket weaving.

xXx

The rest of camp went by without major incident, if no one counted the Stolls' general mayhem major. A couple of demigods came in here and there over the next months and, sadly, one or two more left. Strangely enough, not anyone from Aphrodite cabin, but that only proved to Percy that more people had been lured to Kronos' side than he thought. Honestly, he had to wonder why. Roxanne hadn't been there nearly as long as Luke had, wasn't nearly as respected simply due to her having just come to camp. And he was pretty sure she didn't have any charmspeak abilities. Not that he would dismiss that possibility as it would be the best case scenario. People could break out of even Aphrodite's charmspeak with enough time and effort, though, so without Roxanne here, no one should be under her control.

But if that was the case, was Kronos really getting to so many other demigods? Or had it somehow been Roxanne? Or both?

It didn't help that he felt like a failure every time a demigod left. None of those from the Hermes cabin, thankfully, but someone from almost every other cabin with more than two demigods had gone missing. He didn't know if they left to join the Titan Lord, but he'd been the one trying to bring unity to the camp—trying to help strengthen sibling/cousin ties and help demigods understand their godly parents more. He was also the one talking to Hestia and his father about pushing for change. Realistically, he knew whatever he'd done, he'd only had a year in which to do it, if not less. He knew it couldn't be his fault, but that didn't stop him from feeling like it was.

Still, most of the rest of the summer was spent in relative peace, albeit one in which they were preparing for war, but still. In July, they had a combined birthday party for everyone who had birthdays that month, and Percy gave Annabeth a book he knew she'd enjoy. She'd smiled warmly at him, but had been distant since their return with the Fleece. He knew why, understood even. That didn't stop it from hurting.

He and Luke had gotten much closer, sparring more or less every day they could, and both had seen significant improvement in their fighting.

Percy and Thalia had also taken on a very similar relationship to their previous one, though he tried to be less confrontational to her, with some success. She still managed to push his buttons, because it was Thalia. He enjoyed sparring with her too.

Grover had left camp, but Percy did find a familiar empathy link growing as the year wore on. It made him smile every time he sensed an emotion from his friend. He made sure to send his own encouragement back as often as he could.

In August, they threw another party for everyone who had birthdays in that month. The cake wasn't blue this year, but the balloons were. He figured he could live with that. He also made sure to tell everyone how proud he was of their progress, because everyone had grown leaps and bounds, especially compared to before.

Also, camp was still safe. No one had come through the Labyrinth and they'd gotten all the traps set up. Even with sabotage, if anyone came through, they'd have to work for any ground they gained.

The best thing that happened after that, though, was something he'd asked both his father and Aunt Hestia to help with. Thankfully, they'd come through. It was, surprisingly enough, the satyr Oscar who had gone out to search for one particular child on their behalf. Percy hadn't seen him since, but then Mr. D stood up on the last morning of camp to make an announcement.

"Yes, yes," he said tiredly, "you're all excited to leave. Good. The sooner the better."

Percy put his head in his hands and resolved to have another talk with the god about his attitude and the repercussions of potentially driving demigods away. Mr. D always let him talk, always answered questions, and actually got his name right at least half of the time (the other half tended to be when he felt particularly annoyed or vindictive). Percy figured it had something to do with his nigh-assured ascendance. But the god still never actually changed anything he did. Which made Percy want to try and use his new domain on him… but he never followed through. Said new domain still terrified him and was something he didn't like to think about, truthfully.

"And, of course, as you are all leaving," Mr. D continued, "yet another new year-round camper came in. Louis Vanques, son of Hephaestus. Yes, he's already been claimed."

Percy's eyes widened and he felt a smile crawl across his lips. Did that mean…?

Chiron whispered to Mr. D and he sighed loudly. "Leo Valdez.

"Now, make sure those of you not staying until Christmas don't leave anything behind or it will be confiscated and incinerated. Or used as I see fit. Either way, it will no longer be yours. Now, let's eat "

Percy barely heard the rest of the god's little speech (it wasn't true anyway, he'd left plenty of things over the summer before and had always come back to see nothing touched) instead turning to find a new head of dark-brown curls at the Hephaestus table. Just seeing him made Percy want to coo. He was adorable. Small and shy and trying to keep smiling but obviously nervous. How long had he been moving from foster home to foster home or on the run at this point? He was a year younger than Percy and his mother had died when he was eight? Something like that. So about four years? Yeah, it would take him a while to warm up to camp, but Percy mentally put aside anything else he had planned that day before his mother picked him up around noon.

After breakfast, he actually hurried up to the Hephaestus kids as they, too, left and made their way back to their cabin.

"Hey!" he called out, getting their attention and grinning as they slowed to see what he wanted.

"Percy," Beckendorf said cordially. "What can we do for you?"

"Actually, I wanted to welcome our new camper is all."

"Me?" Leo asked, voice way too high and squeaky.

"Yup," Percy said, holding out his hand.

The kid reluctantly lifted one of his own. It was smoking. Was he holding his fire back? Well, good thing Percy was pretty heat-proof. Leo seemed surprised and relieved as he shook Percy's hand and neither of them flinched.

"Percy does greet most new campers," Beckendorf said thoughtfully, as if he'd only noticed now, or had just put something together.

"Wait, you're the guy from the future, right?!" Leo asked, eyes bright with excitement.

The time-traveler laughed. "Yup, that's me. And actually, you and I were pretty good friends. Still can be if you want." Once they'd gotten the whole Calypso thing out of the way in any case.

"Yeah!" Leo practically cheered before shrinking in on himself. "I mean, um, sure."

Percy just laughed again. "Don't ever change, Leo."

The kid beamed. "You got it!"

Percy eventually let Cabin Nine go and made his way to the fire to say goodbye to Aunt Hestia. After that, he packed his things and made his way towards Half-blood Hill, saying goodbye to different people he met on the way. The Stolls, Katie and Miranda, some children of Athena like Meghan, Erin, Lee, and Michael from the Apollo cabin, anyone he saw from the Hermes cabin. Most people were making their way with luggage towards the border. Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth were already there—they hadn't had to pack—with most of the other year-rounders, saying goodbye to their friends as they left. Percy was sad Rachel wasn't there, but she'd had a difficult time adjusting—apparently she was still getting memories from the other timeline, something he'd apologized for profusely—and didn't leave her room in the big house on days when the headaches got too bad. She had already said goodbye to him, though.

He wasn't sure what their relationship this time would be like. Sometimes it felt like him and the old Rachel. Sometimes, neither one of them seemed to know what to say to the other. It was… awkward, and he hated it, but also wanted to give her space. She couldn't really leave camp, after all. At least he'd managed to bug Mr. D into letting her stay as long as she needed. Apollo still hadn't come by to interview her. Percy gave it until Christmas, and then he'd get involved. Apollo wouldn't like that, he was sure, but then he should probably get his act together and come figure out his oracle.

"So, you've decided to stay this summer?" he asked Annabeth as he approached the group. She looked down with a shrug.

"Thalia's back."

He sighed, but nodded. "Fair." Even if he didn't like it.

"So, you out of here then, Waterboy?" Thalia asked with a sharp grin.

"Yup. Though if any of you guys go on a quest or need me or something, here's my address." He handed them each a card with his name and address written in dyslexia-friendly letters. They all took one.

"Hey, be safe out there," Luke said as he pocketed the card. "Time-traveler or not, someone could still surprise you."

Percy grinned. "Yeah. I'll be careful. Promise."

"You'd better be, Kelp Head."

"Better than you, Pine Cone Face."

Electricity began sparking between her fingers as she leaned down, ready to pounce. "Oh it is—"

"Not now," Luke said. "I think most parents are here."

"It'll make for a good show," Percy shrugged, sending a conspiratorial grin at Thalia. She returned it sharply.

Luke sighed. "At the very least, don't scare the mortals off. Please." He nodded to the top of the hill where several people stood, far away from the new dragon guarding the fleece still on Thalia's tree. It didn't take long for Percy to spot his mother.

He knew he brightened up just by seeing her, but didn't care. He was a mama's boy through and through. So sue him. "Fine. I'll see you guys later! And you all be safe too!"

"Later!" Luke said.

"Good riddance!" Thalia called, though her voice had no bite to it.

"Bye," was all he got from Annabeth. A twinge of pain zinged through his heart, but he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. That was what she wanted, that was what he would respect. He'd told her as much and was determined to follow through, no matter how painful it was. If only continually telling himself that would make it hurt less.

"See you next year!" he called, forcing a grin that turned far more real when he looked back at his mother again. Heading through the barrier he practically barreled into her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hi, Mom!"

His mother laughed. "Hi, honey. How was your summer?"

"Surprisingly relaxing, for the most part."

She raised an eyebrow but wisely decided to either interrogate him later or let it drop entirely. He'd bet on the former even if he preferred the latter so as not to worry her. But as much as he hated worrying her, he wasn't hiding anything from her either. Not this time around. Not when he knew what it was like to have a kid try and protect him from things he really should be involved in or could help with.

Demigods.

(Yes, he included himself in that.)

"So, you ready to head home and celebrate your birthday?" His Mom asked.

He grinned. "Blue cake?"

"Always."

"Let's go!"

Together, they got his things to her car and headed away from Camp. Almost immediately, he began telling her about his summer, starting with the stolen bolt and how he'd had to more or less keep two quests on track.

"So, what impact will you telling the gods about your time-travel have on the future?" she asked as they pulled into their apartment building. "Do you know?"

He shook his head. "There's no way to really say, but at least Zeus listened to me when I warned him about Grandfather."

"Hmm," she nodded. "And what about this new domain?"

Percy cringed. "Er… Change. And I really don't know. I'm not sure why I even gained it." That wasn't entirely true, but denial was its own form of coping. Maybe not the healthiest, but he'd deal with that later.

She must have sensed his reluctance because she just nodded and pulled out the keys to their apartment. "So, Annabeth, Thalia, and this Rachel girl? I didn't realize my son would be so popular with girls."

Percy felt his cheeks burn. "Mom!" She laughed as they got into the elevator.

"What about Smelly Gabe?" he asked as the door closed.

"I haven't seen him in a while," she shrugged. "And the building knows to keep him out anyway. Some pretty harsh reprimands got dished out because they let him in before." She sounded a little torn on that, both vindicated and sorry. Because of course his mom would worry about other people like that.

"Good," he said. "Because one of these times, when I see him, I'll snap."

"Percy…"

"No, Mom. You didn't deserve what he did to you. We didn't deserve it. And yeah, you had reasons for choosing him and all, but that didn't stop him from being the absolute worst human being alive. A human monster, and just as dangerous in his own way."

She sighed as the elevator dinged and they got off at their floor. "I know," she said. "And I am sorry for marrying him. I just… wanted to keep you safe. And with me." She was blaming herself for being selfish again, he knew. Not that he agreed.

"I get it, Mom," he said, placing a hand on her arm when she stopped in front of their apartment. "And I forgave you a long time ago. It's understandable you'd want to keep your child with you. I know love because of you and I can't thank you enough for that, no matter how many mistakes were made. But we need to move past him."

Relief flooded her eyes as she nodded. "I have."

"Good. Because I'm sure there are great guys out there who you can date and marry and have more kids with!"

Sally laughed as she opened the door. "I don't know about that."

"I do."

She paused, turning to stare hard at him. "Did I marry someone in the future?"

He just shrugged, grinning as innocently as he could—which wasn't innocent at all, he knew.

Rolling her eyes, Sally turned and almost ran into a display shelf she had in the entry way. Her arm knocked it and a familiar shape practically fell into her hands. She scrambled to catch it, but then stared at it in surprise. Percy would have burst out laughing at her expression if he didn't recognize the object almost immediately, as if a veil had been lifted from his mind.

That was the apple the Fates had given his mother.

He mentally kicked himself as a line from the prophecy ran through his head: The fruit, for love, once consumed/ show awful choices, then exhumed.

He had a really bad feeling he'd just figured that line out. And honestly, he should have remembered sooner, but sometimes it seemed like their encounter with the Fates flew out of his head.

"Mom… I know I asked you before what the apple did. You said it's supposed to be my shot at happiness, but you're not exactly sure what it does, right?"

She seemed surprised by his question. He was too. Why hadn't he actually asked that before? Had he? He didn't remember. That didn't strike him as good…

"Oh, um… no. It was dipped in the water of the Mnemosyne." She frowned. "Why didn't I remember that until now?"

He swallowed. "The lake in the underworld named after the Titaness of Memory?"

She nodded, troubled. "Yes."

Percy gulped. "Mom, the Mist is pretty passive. People who can see through it aren't immune to magic or meddling by the gods." Or monsters, for that matter. Or Titans… he may have to do something to make sure his mom was extra safe this time around. He'd already set up some protective runes the year before, but maybe he could talk Alabaster or Lou Ellen (if she got there before the Labyrinth) to come and strengthen them?

Could he trust Alabaster?

Great. Another 'Luke' conundrum. He'd have to think about it.

"They didn't want me to remember?" his mother said, her confused voice drawing his attention. "Why?"

He took a deep breath. "I don't know."

They both stared at each other for several seconds, neither knowing what to do. Then his mother nodded solemnly and put the apple back on the shelf it had fallen from.

"One way or another, I think we need to stop dwelling on depressing things for today. We were about to celebrate your birthday after all."

He smiled a little weakly, but he appreciated her words. "Yeah."

"Come on. The cake is in here, just let me grab the candles."

He tried to focus on the celebration for the rest of the day as he and his mother ate cake and cookies and ice cream and binge-watched Disney shows, because they both needed a little happiness right then. But his mind kept returning to the apple sitting so innocuously on the shelf.

And the fact that both he and his mother had had memory issues surrounding an apple dipped in the waters of Memory. It just seemed… ominous, and it gave him the idea that this year wouldn't be nice or easy.

Two more years. He just had to make it two more years and then they would have the best chance at saving the world.

It would be fine. They'd be fine.

If only he could truly believe that.

END BOOK 2

AN: Yup! End of book 2. A little late this week, but a decently long chapter. There will be no one-shot in between this one and the next one, mainly because the next one will follow the original series in that it will happen in winter. And I'm curious as to what you all think will happen? I am using the originals as a very LOOSE guide. Very. *ahem*

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