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Crow’s heart began to race as the knights walked down the hallway. He was concealed behind the statue, but if any of them decided to do a search for intruders, he had nowhere to run. He held his breath as they walked up to his hiding place… and then past it, continuing on to the double doors at the end of the corridor that likely opened up to the king’s chambers. He exhaled softly in relief. It seemed like they were only interested in checking on the king after all. He watched from a distance as one knight stepped forward to knock on the door.
“You Highness!” the man called urgently. “There’s been an incident in the palace. Please open up!” He took a step back, exchanging a nervous glance with the guard beside him as they waited for a response. After a moment, the door opened, and the knights all stood at attention. Crow craned his neck curiously, trying to catch a glimpse of the man he was going to rob.
The Younisian king was a rather short man. He was advanced in age, well beyond the years of anyone Crow had ever seen before—granted, he had lived among peasants who often died young. His hair was silvery but still long and full. It framed his face like the mane of a lion, giving him a mystic look of wisdom. His skin was wrinkled, and he had permanent crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looked like a man who spent most of his lifetime smiling or laughing, completely unlike the king of Brerra, who spent his days scowling about one thing or another. His kindly appearance almost made the thief feel bad for plotting to steal from him.
The king looked up at the knights with a questioning look in his still-bright eyes, “Tell me what has happened.”
“Someone poisoned the stew that the servants ate tonight,” the first knight explained hurriedly. “We suspect the girl that was taken in this morning, as she was nowhere to be found when the rest of the staff fell ill. The court physician is currently undergoing tests to diagnose the poison, but it’s still unclear whether it was meant to be lethal or not.”
Penelope, Crow felt a trickle of fear run down his spine. They know it was her. Oh gods, I sent her right to them! We should never have split up. He leaned a little closer towards the men at the end of the corridor, straining to hear the rest of their conversation.
“Oh, dear,” the king knit his brow sadly. “I do hope everyone will be alright. Why would the poor girl do something like this?”
“We are unsure about her motives,” the second knight chimed in. “However, we suspect she may not be working alone. We believe she was sent ahead to remove obstacles in order for others to invade the castle.”
“That’s why we’re here now,” another knight nodded. “The intruders may be after you, my liege. You must allow us to give you protection until the rest of the guard captures the assassins!”
Suddenly, everyone spun around as a crash was heard at the other end of the hallway. One of the Aeklora statues had somehow dropped its golden orb onto the ground. Crow felt his blood run cold as he realized that, in his eagerness to eavesdrop on their conversation, he was in full view of the patrol of knights. All eyes fell on him.
He stood up and took a step backwards, feigning confusion, “This isn’t the bathroom? Sorry, I must have taken a wrong turn.”
“Get him!” a knight shouted, and the patrol charged.
Crow bristled and spun around on his heel to run back down the corridor. Damned goddess! he silently swore, looking frantically for an exit. He turned a sharp corner, heading for the northern wing of the castle with the guards hot on his trail. Again, there were no exits. He cursed out loud this time, forcing himself to sprint faster despite the pain in his left leg.
Rounding a final corner, he saw the staircase up ahead and felt a rush of excitement. Finally, a way out! He ran for the entrance to the stairwell… and then faltered as he saw a second patrol of knights coming up to the fifth floor. He gritted his teeth and whirled around again to run back the way he had come, momentarily losing his footing in the process, and ducked past the startled knights behind him. They stumbled to turn around and chase him back into the north wing again.
Come on, come on, he thought urgently. There has to be a way out. There’s always a way out! Running back towards the west side of the castle, his heart began to sink. For once, there was no way out. He was cornered between the knights and the king’s chambers—The king, he blinked, suddenly coming up with a plan. It was risky, but at this point, it was all he had.
Turning the last corner into the western wing, he hastened his pace one more time, heading straight towards the old man who was still standing in his doorway. For a fleeting moment, the thief wondered why he seemed so calm with a potential assassin in his midst, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. As soon as he was close enough, he grabbed hold of the man’s arm, pinning it behind his back as he retrieved his dagger from his boot. Holding the blade up to the king’s neck, he narrowed his eyes at the guards. They skidded to a stop, eyes wide with terror.
“That’s right,” Crow snarled. “Back off or I’m taking your precious king down with me!”
“You Highness!” the man called urgently. “There’s been an incident in the palace. Please open up!” He took a step back, exchanging a nervous glance with the guard beside him as they waited for a response. After a moment, the door opened, and the knights all stood at attention. Crow craned his neck curiously, trying to catch a glimpse of the man he was going to rob.
The Younisian king was a rather short man. He was advanced in age, well beyond the years of anyone Crow had ever seen before—granted, he had lived among peasants who often died young. His hair was silvery but still long and full. It framed his face like the mane of a lion, giving him a mystic look of wisdom. His skin was wrinkled, and he had permanent crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looked like a man who spent most of his lifetime smiling or laughing, completely unlike the king of Brerra, who spent his days scowling about one thing or another. His kindly appearance almost made the thief feel bad for plotting to steal from him.
The king looked up at the knights with a questioning look in his still-bright eyes, “Tell me what has happened.”
“Someone poisoned the stew that the servants ate tonight,” the first knight explained hurriedly. “We suspect the girl that was taken in this morning, as she was nowhere to be found when the rest of the staff fell ill. The court physician is currently undergoing tests to diagnose the poison, but it’s still unclear whether it was meant to be lethal or not.”
Penelope, Crow felt a trickle of fear run down his spine. They know it was her. Oh gods, I sent her right to them! We should never have split up. He leaned a little closer towards the men at the end of the corridor, straining to hear the rest of their conversation.
“Oh, dear,” the king knit his brow sadly. “I do hope everyone will be alright. Why would the poor girl do something like this?”
“We are unsure about her motives,” the second knight chimed in. “However, we suspect she may not be working alone. We believe she was sent ahead to remove obstacles in order for others to invade the castle.”
“That’s why we’re here now,” another knight nodded. “The intruders may be after you, my liege. You must allow us to give you protection until the rest of the guard captures the assassins!”
Suddenly, everyone spun around as a crash was heard at the other end of the hallway. One of the Aeklora statues had somehow dropped its golden orb onto the ground. Crow felt his blood run cold as he realized that, in his eagerness to eavesdrop on their conversation, he was in full view of the patrol of knights. All eyes fell on him.
He stood up and took a step backwards, feigning confusion, “This isn’t the bathroom? Sorry, I must have taken a wrong turn.”
“Get him!” a knight shouted, and the patrol charged.
Crow bristled and spun around on his heel to run back down the corridor. Damned goddess! he silently swore, looking frantically for an exit. He turned a sharp corner, heading for the northern wing of the castle with the guards hot on his trail. Again, there were no exits. He cursed out loud this time, forcing himself to sprint faster despite the pain in his left leg.
Rounding a final corner, he saw the staircase up ahead and felt a rush of excitement. Finally, a way out! He ran for the entrance to the stairwell… and then faltered as he saw a second patrol of knights coming up to the fifth floor. He gritted his teeth and whirled around again to run back the way he had come, momentarily losing his footing in the process, and ducked past the startled knights behind him. They stumbled to turn around and chase him back into the north wing again.
Come on, come on, he thought urgently. There has to be a way out. There’s always a way out! Running back towards the west side of the castle, his heart began to sink. For once, there was no way out. He was cornered between the knights and the king’s chambers—The king, he blinked, suddenly coming up with a plan. It was risky, but at this point, it was all he had.
Turning the last corner into the western wing, he hastened his pace one more time, heading straight towards the old man who was still standing in his doorway. For a fleeting moment, the thief wondered why he seemed so calm with a potential assassin in his midst, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. As soon as he was close enough, he grabbed hold of the man’s arm, pinning it behind his back as he retrieved his dagger from his boot. Holding the blade up to the king’s neck, he narrowed his eyes at the guards. They skidded to a stop, eyes wide with terror.
“That’s right,” Crow snarled. “Back off or I’m taking your precious king down with me!”
Same~ I love all the action x3
“I will,” Crow offered her a reassuring smile when she told him to be careful. He nodded when she said to meet up at the trees, although her phrasing when she said she would ‘try’ to meet him there made him uneasy. For a moment, he considered changing his mind and insisting they stay together, but he had already told her to go after the other two knights. So instead, he said nothing and just watched her back as she turned to head down the hallway in the other direction.
She’ll be fine, he thought, trying to reassure himself. As long as I keep the guards’ attention on me, they won’t even notice a servant-looking girl in another part of the castle. Feeling a little better, he turned around to face the staircase that would take him up to the fifth floor. Apart from the two guards that had passed through earlier, no one else seemed to be travelling through this wing of the palace. He stepped forward into the open space, looking around curiously. Perhaps Penelope had been right that there were only two guards per floor. If so, that meant there were probably only two more guards on either the fourth or fifth level of the palace.
Crow walked up to the stairs and began his ascent, moving carefully so his footsteps wouldn’t echo against the stone walls. Even if there were only two guards above him, he didn’t want to make his presence known if they were nearby. He preferred to have the advantage of surprise if he came across either of the knights.
Fortunately, it appeared Lily had been correct in saying that this particular staircase would take him all the way up to the top floor of the castle. He passed by the fourth level and arrived on the fifth with no trouble at all. In fact, it almost seemed too easy. Who knew that poisoning the castle staff would leave it so empty? he mused as he stepped out of the stairwell. I should use henbane more often.
Rounding a corner, he entered the north wing of the palace. There was still no sign of any guards. He smiled to himself. The Younisians were fools for leaving the royal family so unprotected. It wouldn’t be long before he reached the western wing and then the king’s bed chambers. The staff would be his in no time at all.
He began to make his way around the final corner, but then froze as he was met with a startling sight. The west wing of the castle was completely covered in Aeklora-themed ornamentation. Tapestries of the goddess draped over the walls, massive gold idols lined the corridor, eye-shaped lanterns hung from the ceiling. Even the stones that made up the foundation of the hallway were each carved individually with the goddess’s four eyes.
Talk about garish, Crow wrinkled his nose in disgust at the over-the-top decorations. He could understand having respect for the matron goddess, but to go this far bordered on insanity in his opinion. Maybe the servant who tried to steal the staff last time dropped dead from fright after walking through this nightmare, he thought with some amusement.
Despite his distaste for the corridor, there was something strangely haunting about it—almost as if every eye in the wing really was watching him. He suddenly found it difficult to move his feet. However, he couldn’t stand there, staring at the decorated hallway for long. He soon heard voices coming from the northeastern wing. It sounded like the knights had finally figured out that something wasn’t right in the castle and were coming to check on their king.
The thief looked around hurriedly for a place to hide. He didn’t want to go into the western wing, but he couldn’t find anywhere better to hide. He dove behind the closest statue of Aeklora and watched as a small unit of guards rounded the corner, heading right for the western wing where he was hidden.
She’ll be fine, he thought, trying to reassure himself. As long as I keep the guards’ attention on me, they won’t even notice a servant-looking girl in another part of the castle. Feeling a little better, he turned around to face the staircase that would take him up to the fifth floor. Apart from the two guards that had passed through earlier, no one else seemed to be travelling through this wing of the palace. He stepped forward into the open space, looking around curiously. Perhaps Penelope had been right that there were only two guards per floor. If so, that meant there were probably only two more guards on either the fourth or fifth level of the palace.
Crow walked up to the stairs and began his ascent, moving carefully so his footsteps wouldn’t echo against the stone walls. Even if there were only two guards above him, he didn’t want to make his presence known if they were nearby. He preferred to have the advantage of surprise if he came across either of the knights.
Fortunately, it appeared Lily had been correct in saying that this particular staircase would take him all the way up to the top floor of the castle. He passed by the fourth level and arrived on the fifth with no trouble at all. In fact, it almost seemed too easy. Who knew that poisoning the castle staff would leave it so empty? he mused as he stepped out of the stairwell. I should use henbane more often.
Rounding a corner, he entered the north wing of the palace. There was still no sign of any guards. He smiled to himself. The Younisians were fools for leaving the royal family so unprotected. It wouldn’t be long before he reached the western wing and then the king’s bed chambers. The staff would be his in no time at all.
He began to make his way around the final corner, but then froze as he was met with a startling sight. The west wing of the castle was completely covered in Aeklora-themed ornamentation. Tapestries of the goddess draped over the walls, massive gold idols lined the corridor, eye-shaped lanterns hung from the ceiling. Even the stones that made up the foundation of the hallway were each carved individually with the goddess’s four eyes.
Talk about garish, Crow wrinkled his nose in disgust at the over-the-top decorations. He could understand having respect for the matron goddess, but to go this far bordered on insanity in his opinion. Maybe the servant who tried to steal the staff last time dropped dead from fright after walking through this nightmare, he thought with some amusement.
Despite his distaste for the corridor, there was something strangely haunting about it—almost as if every eye in the wing really was watching him. He suddenly found it difficult to move his feet. However, he couldn’t stand there, staring at the decorated hallway for long. He soon heard voices coming from the northeastern wing. It sounded like the knights had finally figured out that something wasn’t right in the castle and were coming to check on their king.
The thief looked around hurriedly for a place to hide. He didn’t want to go into the western wing, but he couldn’t find anywhere better to hide. He dove behind the closest statue of Aeklora and watched as a small unit of guards rounded the corner, heading right for the western wing where he was hidden.
Sorry that one took a while. I went to get a quick dinner with my husband
Crow isn't happy either, but he also thinks it might be a way to protect her
Little does he know how hard it'll be for her to escape with the others
Crow isn't happy either, but he also thinks it might be a way to protect her
Little does he know how hard it'll be for her to escape with the others
Crow eyed the corridor that led up to the stairs, wanting to make sure the knights had gone. He felt bad for Penelope—she must have been feeling terrible to know that her comrades were going to be executed—but it wasn’t like there was anything they could do. It was only a matter of time before someone found out there were intruders in the castle or that the servants had been poisoned. They couldn’t waste time looking for William and Abraxas and risk losing both them and the staff. If he didn’t steal it tonight, they would have to wait for months or maybe even a year before the palace lowered its guard again and he would have another chance. At that point, they may as well turn back and prepare for war, because the king of Brerra wouldn’t keep waiting around.
Once he was sure the hallway was clear, he turned back to Penelope to let her know they could keep moving. However, when he met her gaze again, he was surprised to see not sadness or guilt, but fiery determination in her eyes. He was even more taken aback by her words that followed. Penelope… he frowned. He supposed he should have known that she would want to go after her fellow knights, but he didn’t like the idea of leaving her to wander around the castle alone while there was a chance that the guards would figure out she was the one who had slipped the henbane into the servants’ dinner.
He opened his mouth to protest, but she continued first by saying that she had an idea about where William and Abraxas were being held. He held her gaze, still unsure, but also aware that it would be difficult to convince her to knowingly abandon her comrades. But who knows? he thought. Maybe she’ll be safer trying to free them while the Younisians are focused on stopping me. The possibility made him relax slightly. He still didn’t like the idea of parting ways after they had only just found each other again, but it was starting to look like this new plan might actually work out for the best.
“Do what you have to do,” Crow nodded when she took his hand. He drew her in and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a parting kiss to her lips. When he pulled back, he looked at her with eyes full of a mixture of affection and seriousness. “But please be careful. I know you would do anything for your comrades, but I want you to come back to me in one piece, okay?” He kissed her one more time on the forehead. “I love you, Penelope. Don’t make me find out what I would do without you.”
Once he was sure the hallway was clear, he turned back to Penelope to let her know they could keep moving. However, when he met her gaze again, he was surprised to see not sadness or guilt, but fiery determination in her eyes. He was even more taken aback by her words that followed. Penelope… he frowned. He supposed he should have known that she would want to go after her fellow knights, but he didn’t like the idea of leaving her to wander around the castle alone while there was a chance that the guards would figure out she was the one who had slipped the henbane into the servants’ dinner.
He opened his mouth to protest, but she continued first by saying that she had an idea about where William and Abraxas were being held. He held her gaze, still unsure, but also aware that it would be difficult to convince her to knowingly abandon her comrades. But who knows? he thought. Maybe she’ll be safer trying to free them while the Younisians are focused on stopping me. The possibility made him relax slightly. He still didn’t like the idea of parting ways after they had only just found each other again, but it was starting to look like this new plan might actually work out for the best.
“Do what you have to do,” Crow nodded when she took his hand. He drew her in and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a parting kiss to her lips. When he pulled back, he looked at her with eyes full of a mixture of affection and seriousness. “But please be careful. I know you would do anything for your comrades, but I want you to come back to me in one piece, okay?” He kissed her one more time on the forehead. “I love you, Penelope. Don’t make me find out what I would do without you.”
He got very flustered xD
Also, helping knights isn't his first instinct, so he doesn't realize Penelope would want to save the others
Also, helping knights isn't his first instinct, so he doesn't realize Penelope would want to save the others
Crow flushed when he realized Penelope may have known more about his rendezvous with the queen’s attendant than he had thought. He didn’t know how she knew Lily had met with him that evening, but she had definitely found out about it somehow, since he had never mentioned the girl’s name. Averting his gaze to look at a tapestry on the wall, he just hoped she hadn’t learned about it after Lily had come back from the tavern. Given his history with women, he didn’t know if she would believe him if he told her all of the physical advances had come from the servant, and not from him.
As they walked down the corridor, he wondered if he should apologize to her. Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, it was difficult to tell if she was upset with him or not. Though, she could have just been hiding her disappointment. He looked away again. It was hard to say what was the right thing to do. He didn’t want to pretend like everything was fine if she was truly mad at him, but he also didn’t want to bring it up again unnecessarily and possibly make things worse if she wasn’t. He sighed, Relationships are stressful.
Fortunately, Penelope made his decision for him. He met her gaze with wide eyes as she accused him of chasing other women, missing the teasing edge to her voice in his fluster. “It wasn’t like that, I swear!” he hurriedly defended himself, struggling to keep his voice down. “I just met her for drinks so she would let her guard down and tell me about the castle. She wanted more, but I turned her down and told her I was with someone else. Nothing else happened between us!” He bit his tongue, forcing himself to be quiet as the sound of voices came from the staircase around the corner. He may have been determined to convince Penelope that he hadn’t been unfaithful to her, but he cared more about making sure they both made it out of the castle alive.
He hung back as she glanced around the corner to see who was there. As she mouthed the word ‘guards’ to him, he tensed and drew the dagger in his boot as a precaution in case the knights came their way. However, it didn’t seem like a fight would be necessary, because after they reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of their footsteps began to recede in the opposite direction. He relaxed slightly, moving to join Penelope by the edge of the wall to watch them leave. As he did, he caught the end of a sentence that piqued his interest.
“…of those Brerratic prisoners?”
Brerratic prisoners? Crow rested a hand on Penelope’s side as he leaned over her, trying to hear what the guards were saying. They have to be talking about William and Abraxas.
“Yeah, I heard too,” one guard said. “Rumor has it that this’ll be the biggest one of the year. All of the royal guard will be coming, even Oakley.”
“Really? I thought can’t stand the sight of a hanging.”
“That may be true, but even he wouldn’t miss the execution of a Brerratic.”
“Execution?” Crow whispered curiously.
“Well if everyone is going to be there, I guess I had better clear my schedule tomorrow.”
“What schedule?” the first knight let out a braying laugh. “You make it sound like you have a life outside of guard duty.”
“I do! You just think that anyone who doesn’t…” their voices faded as they rounded a corner.
“Even if we get the staff back to the king of Brerra, I don’t think they’re going to survive tomorrow night,” Crow murmured, turning to Penelope with a sympathetic gaze. “I’m sorry, love.”
As they walked down the corridor, he wondered if he should apologize to her. Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, it was difficult to tell if she was upset with him or not. Though, she could have just been hiding her disappointment. He looked away again. It was hard to say what was the right thing to do. He didn’t want to pretend like everything was fine if she was truly mad at him, but he also didn’t want to bring it up again unnecessarily and possibly make things worse if she wasn’t. He sighed, Relationships are stressful.
Fortunately, Penelope made his decision for him. He met her gaze with wide eyes as she accused him of chasing other women, missing the teasing edge to her voice in his fluster. “It wasn’t like that, I swear!” he hurriedly defended himself, struggling to keep his voice down. “I just met her for drinks so she would let her guard down and tell me about the castle. She wanted more, but I turned her down and told her I was with someone else. Nothing else happened between us!” He bit his tongue, forcing himself to be quiet as the sound of voices came from the staircase around the corner. He may have been determined to convince Penelope that he hadn’t been unfaithful to her, but he cared more about making sure they both made it out of the castle alive.
He hung back as she glanced around the corner to see who was there. As she mouthed the word ‘guards’ to him, he tensed and drew the dagger in his boot as a precaution in case the knights came their way. However, it didn’t seem like a fight would be necessary, because after they reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of their footsteps began to recede in the opposite direction. He relaxed slightly, moving to join Penelope by the edge of the wall to watch them leave. As he did, he caught the end of a sentence that piqued his interest.
“…of those Brerratic prisoners?”
Brerratic prisoners? Crow rested a hand on Penelope’s side as he leaned over her, trying to hear what the guards were saying. They have to be talking about William and Abraxas.
“Yeah, I heard too,” one guard said. “Rumor has it that this’ll be the biggest one of the year. All of the royal guard will be coming, even Oakley.”
“Really? I thought can’t stand the sight of a hanging.”
“That may be true, but even he wouldn’t miss the execution of a Brerratic.”
“Execution?” Crow whispered curiously.
“Well if everyone is going to be there, I guess I had better clear my schedule tomorrow.”
“What schedule?” the first knight let out a braying laugh. “You make it sound like you have a life outside of guard duty.”
“I do! You just think that anyone who doesn’t…” their voices faded as they rounded a corner.
“Even if we get the staff back to the king of Brerra, I don’t think they’re going to survive tomorrow night,” Crow murmured, turning to Penelope with a sympathetic gaze. “I’m sorry, love.”
Sounds good! ^^
Crow sat back as Penelope began to dress his wound, closing his eyes again as he focused on breathing through the pain. While he had had many arrow wounds in the past, he would never get used to how badly they hurt during and after the removal of the arrow. He knew from his previous experiences that it wouldn’t be long before the ache subsided though, so at least he had that to look forward to.
When she finished bandaging his injury, he took her hand to stand up and tested his leg by putting weight on it again. The makeshift wrap held up and while it still pained him a bit, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He guessed that as long as he didn’t overexert himself, he wouldn’t have any trouble getting the staff and getting out of the castle.
As long as Aeklora doesn’t smite me on the spot, he thought dryly. The goddess’s involvement in the heist was still an unknown. There’s nothing either one of us can do about her, he reminded himself yet again. Just focus on the parts within your control and hope she’s in a good mood tonight.
He glanced down at Penelope when she informed him about poisoning the staff. “Nice job,” he smiled at her. “That should mean the halls will be much clearer until they recover. As long as none of the palace guards find out what happened, we’ll have an easy time getting out of here.” He looked ahead again, trying to orient himself within the castle. They had started out in the northeastern wing on the third floor, and from what he could tell, they were headed towards the west side.
“I happened to find the queen’s attendant in a marketplace today,” he said with a proud grin. “I managed to get her to tell me where the royal chambers are, and how to find them.” Not wanting to upset her, he pointedly left out the details about how he had acquired such information. “If I remember correctly, she said the stairs that lead to the fifth floor are in the center of the castle.”
When she finished bandaging his injury, he took her hand to stand up and tested his leg by putting weight on it again. The makeshift wrap held up and while it still pained him a bit, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He guessed that as long as he didn’t overexert himself, he wouldn’t have any trouble getting the staff and getting out of the castle.
As long as Aeklora doesn’t smite me on the spot, he thought dryly. The goddess’s involvement in the heist was still an unknown. There’s nothing either one of us can do about her, he reminded himself yet again. Just focus on the parts within your control and hope she’s in a good mood tonight.
He glanced down at Penelope when she informed him about poisoning the staff. “Nice job,” he smiled at her. “That should mean the halls will be much clearer until they recover. As long as none of the palace guards find out what happened, we’ll have an easy time getting out of here.” He looked ahead again, trying to orient himself within the castle. They had started out in the northeastern wing on the third floor, and from what he could tell, they were headed towards the west side.
“I happened to find the queen’s attendant in a marketplace today,” he said with a proud grin. “I managed to get her to tell me where the royal chambers are, and how to find them.” Not wanting to upset her, he pointedly left out the details about how he had acquired such information. “If I remember correctly, she said the stairs that lead to the fifth floor are in the center of the castle.”
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