Measure of All Things

Atroxa

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The Mythology


Gods and Goddesses


The Pantheon – The most powerful gods, they are neither good nor evil, being just as selfish and near sighted as mortal at times


Zeus – Symbol: Lightning Bolt – God of the sky and weather – King of the Gods – Patron of Kings and Men – A vain and proud womanizer, but also a caring father and wise ruler – Husband to Hera


Hera – Symbol: Peacock – Goddess of marriage and revenge – Queen of the Gods – Matron of Queens and Wives – A jealous and vengeful goddess, she often punished the lovers of her husband, and mortals who crossed her, but she would also help mortals she deemed worthy – Wife to Zeus


Poseidon – Symbol: Trident – God of the sea and of horses – King of the Seas – Patron of Sailors and Riders – Unpredictable and easily angered, but could also be helpful and caring – Brother to Zeus


Hades – Symbol: Scepter – God of metals and gems, and the dead – Lord of the Underworld – Patron of Miners and the Dying – Quiet and passive, more concerned with maintaining the balance between the living and the dead than with Earthly affairs – Husband to Persephone and Brother to Zeus


Demeter – Symbol: Wheat – Goddess of harvest and motherhood (including Childbirth) – Queen of the Earth – Matron of Farmers and Mothers – Gentle and caring, but serious – Mother of Persephone


Ares – Symbol: War Dog – God of war and battle – General of the Gods – Patron of Soldiers and Fighters – Violent and aggressive, also a bit of a coward – Son of Zeus and Hera


Athena – Symbol: Owl – Goddess of wisdom and crafts – Scholar of the Gods – Matron to Scholars and Craftsmen – Intelligent and just, wise and gentle, but also a brave warrior – Daughter of Zeus


Hermes – Symbol: Winged Sandals – God of medicine and speech – Messenger of the Gods – Patron to Doctors and Travelers (especially messengers) – Quick and cunning, sometimes mischievous, but overall benevolent – Son of Zeus and Maia


Hephaestus – Symbol: Anvil – God of smithing and volcanoes – Blacksmith of the Gods – Patron to Blacksmiths and Cripples – Lame in one leg, even-tempered and strong – Son of Zeus and Hera, Husband to Aphrodite


Artemis – Symbol: Deer – Goddess of the hunt and wild animals – Huntress of the Gods – Matron to hunters and maidens – fierce and independent, wild and dangerous when angered – Daughter of Zeus and Leto, twin to Apollo


Apollo – Symbol: Golden Lyre – God of music and art – Musician of the Gods – Patron to Artists and Young Men – Vain, but kind, has his father’s weakness for lust, but finds both men and women attractive – Son of Zeus and Let, two to Artemis – Daughter of Zeus and Dione, wife to Hephaestus


Aphrodite – Symbol: Dove – Goddess of love and beauty – Lover of the Gods – Matron to lovers and young women – Vain and jealous, but could also be loving and kind – Daughter of Zeus and Dione


Minor Gods


Dionysis – Symbol: Grapes – wine, pleasure, festivities


Persephone – Symbol: Pomegranate – Seasons, life and death – Wife to Hades


Eris – Symbol: Golden Apple – strife and chaos, bringer of war


Harmonia – Symbol: Necklace – Unity, peace, mediator


Hebe – Symbol: Golden Cup – youth, cupbearer of the gods


Helios – Titan of the Sun


Selene – Titaness of the Moon


Nyx – Night


Hypnos – Sleep


Morpheus – Dreams


Kratos – Strength


Nike – Victory


Bia – Force


Zelus – Zealousy


Nemesis – Enemy


Eros – Sex


Apate – Deceit


Pan – Lord of Satyrs and Silenus


Titans – Primordial gods that were the children of Gaia and Uranus (though some are children of other Titans) they were overthrown by Zeus and his siblings, most being locked in Mount Tartarus as punishment, those that fought with Zeus became minor gods (such as Helios and Selene)


Oceanus – Male – Oceans


Tethys – Female – Rivers


Hyperion – Male – Sky


Theia – Female – Earth


Coeus – Male – Poetry


Phoebe – Female – Prophecy


Cronus – Male – Father/Power


Rhea – Female – Mother/Fertility


Mnemosyne – Female – Memory


Themis – Female – Justice


Crius – Male – Defense


Iapetus – Male – War


Leto – Female – Mother of Artemis and Apollo


Asteria – Female – Falling Stars


Atlas – Male – Carrier of the Earth


Prometheus – Male – Bringer of Fire


Others


The Fates – The Fates spun the Thread of Life for all mortals, deciding who did what, how long they lived, and when they died. They sometimes appear as old women, sometimes young. They could be asked about the future, present, and past, but were not always inclined to do so, and would reportedly eat mortals who annoyed them. They were said to share one eye between them, that could see into the past, present, or future.


Clotho – Spun the Thread


Lachesis – Measured the Thread


Atropos – Cut the Thread


The Graces – The Graces represented and oversaw the charities of humanity


Aglaea – Hope


Euphrosyne – Joy


Thalia – Kindness


The Muses The Muses inspired mortals in all manners of art, appearing to those who were worthy and aiding them in writing poetry, songs, and plays


Calliope – Epic Poetry


Clio – History


Euterpe – Music


Thalia – Comedy and Pastoral Poetry


Melpomene – Tragedy and Effigies


Terpsichore – Dance


Erato – Love Poetry


Polyhymnia – Sacred Poety


Urania – Astronomy


The Gorgons The Gorgon sisters were the daughters of the sea monster Ceto and the primordial god of dangers of the ocean, Phorcys. The guarded the base of Mount Olympus, keeping mortals from approaching, and were beautiful but fierce warriors. They were cursed when the youngest sister, Medusa, was raped by Poseidon in the temple of Athena, which angered the goddess. She cursed Medusa and turned her into a monster, and then cursed her sisters when they defended her. They are described as having the torso and heads of women, with the tail of a snake and snakes in their hair.


Stetheno – The eldest sister, and most fierce warrior of the three, immortal but could not turn people to stone with her gaze


Euryale – Middle sister, the most cunning, immortal but could not turn people to stone with her gaze


Medusa – Youngest sister, the most beautiful, was not immortal like her sisters, but could turn people to stone with her gaze


The Furies – The Furies punished those who committed crimes against the laws of the gods, especially murdering one’s own family members. They are described as winged women carrying spears.


Alecto


Megaera


Tisiphone


Heroes – Ancient Greece was filled with many Heroes, whether they be leaders, scholars, warriors, or inventors.


-Heracles – Demi God son of Zeus and Alcmene – Strongest man in Greece, and a great warrior, he was most famous for his Twelve Labors, and was hated by Hera


-Odysseus – Kind of Ithaca – a great king and warrior, famed for his wits, was cursed by the god Poseidon for his arrogance and spent 16 years trying to get home to Ithaca from Troy


-Achilles –


-Ajax -


-Jason –


-Theseus –


-Perseus –


-Bellerophon –


-Hector –


-Pandora –


-Cassandra –


-Ariadne –


-Medea –


-Orpheus –


-Andromeda –


-Antigone-


-Agememnon-


-Helen –


-Psyche –


-Thetis –


-The Amazons –


-Electra –


-Chiron –


Creatures/Monsters


-Amphisbaena – A snake with two heads, one on each end, sometimes 20 ft long


-Automatons – humans, monsters, or animals crafted out of metal or wood, made to perform a specific task


-Centaur – The torso of a man attached to the body of a horse, Centaur are both savage and wise, they are fierce warriors but also have amazing skills of divination, often sought out to foretell the future and the will of the gods. They are especially fond of wine and partying, but can be prone to fighting when drunk


-Cerberus – A three headed dog that guards the gates to the underworld. Only Hades can command it.


-Charybdis – A sea monster who spawns giant whirlpools


-Chimera – Three headed monster with the foreparts of a lion, the hind parts of a goat, and the tail of snake, it has three heads of the three creatures as well, with the snake head attached to the tail


-Cyclops – Deformed children of titans and monsters, they are large and violent, possessing only one eye


-Dragon – winged serpent-like lizards able to fly and breath fire, fond of hoarding treasure in their caves


-Fauns – Nature spirits with the hind quarters of a goat and the head and torso of a man, often sporting horns as well. They love wine and music and sex, and are wild and unpredictable, though fairly harmless, companions of Pan and Dionysus


-Giant – standing around twenty feet tall, giant human-like creatures that are clever and dangerous


-Gorgons – Creatures with the torsos and heads of a woman, the tail of a snake instead of legs, and snakes for hair. Only the three Gorgon sisters have immortality or the ability to turn beings to stone


-Harpies – ill-tempered creatures with the torso and head of a woman, and the beak, wings, and legs of a bird. They feed on the dead and carry of those to be imprisoned in Mount Tatarus


-Hippocampus – sea creatures with the fore-parts of a horse and the tails of fish


-Manticore – Monster with a human face, body of a lion, and the tail of scorpion


-Minotaur – monster with the torso of a man, and the head and legs of a bull


-Nymphs – Nature spirits who inhabit streams, rivers, forests, fields, mountains, swamps, the sea, and every other natural formation. They often resemble their environment and are very beautiful. There are three types; Dryads (who live on land), Naiads (fresh water nymphs of rivers and lakes), and Nereids (Nymphs of the sea and ocean). There are many subtypes of these three. Nymphs are often the daughters of nature gods.


-Lamia – small vampiric creatures who prey on children


-Hydra – Many headed serpent-like creature, often found in lakes or cave


-Orthus – Offspring of Cerberus, they possess two dog or wolf heads, and the tail of a snake or dragon


-Pegasus – Winged horses, more intelligent than the average horse and difficult to tame


-Phoenix – golden birds that can set themselves afire when threatened, they are wise and immortal, bursting into flames and then rising from the ashes reborn


-Silenus – Creatures with the torsos of a man or woman and the hind quarters of a deer, often have antlers, shy and elusive


-Sirens – Beautiful women with the wings of birds and the tails of fish, they often live on islands and lure sailors to their death with their beautiful voices


-Sphinx – A creature with the body of a lion and the head of a man or woman, very wise but dangerous, will answer questions in exchange for answering their riddles. But they will kill you if you answer wrong


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The air Damokles breathed was humid and thick with the scent of incense, offerings to the gods to please them, the smoke and the steam from the natural spring that bubble in the middle of the room made everything look hazy. The gauzy, opaque drapes that hung everywhere, did not help. He could occasionally see figures moving behind them, only able to make out the outline of their bodies. He felt naked without his sword on his hip, but weapons were not permitted when you came to see one of the Oracles.


The one that had come to answer his question was sitting across one of the bubbling springs from him. She was shrouded, from head to toe, by the same material that hung from the walls and ceilings, so that he could just make out her shape against the back light of a lantern, but nothing else. Her features were hidden from him. Her shroud was a soft red color, and it seemed to glow against the light of the lantern. “What knowledge do you seek from the gods?” She asked suddenly. Her voice was soft, if a bit hoarse, and though she barely spoke above a whisper, he heard her as if she were sitting right beside him.


Damokles licked his lips and tried not to look nervous. He was a devoted believer in the gods, which was exactly why he never involved himself in these sorts of things. He was not an overly superstitious man, and paid the gods their dues to be spared their wrath, but he did not seek them out for help or answers or favors. Until now that is. “I wish to know, what my child's destiny is,” he told the Oracle. A rather vague request, and a big one at that, wanting to know his son's future, but he had felt the burning desire to know since he'd held the wailing babe in his arms.


The Oracle quirked her head to one side, as if she heard something, and reached over, grabbing a hand full of some strange, blue dirt, and tossed it into the spring. It boiled and frothed a hundred different colors, and smoke rose, thick and colorful. “Brave Damokles, faithful servant to the gods, and warrior of Sparta,” The Oracle's voice was clear and strong. How did she know his name? And who he was? Damokles closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer to Ares to protect him from any witch craft she might cast on him. “You have given much for your country, and the gods, and asked for little in return. So now, I will grant your request,” she informed him. Despite hoe unnerving this all was, Damokles was relieved.


The colorful smoke began to swirl and dancing, seeming to take on shapes he couldn't quite recognized. “A great destiny awaits your child,” shivers ran up Damokles spine, it was not the Oracle's voice that spoke, but a hundred voices at once, whispering to him from inside his head, “Great glory and honor, for all of Sparta, will be delivered by your child's hands. The fallen queen will be restored, and the gods will praise her.” Damokles had been smiling, but it faltered and fell away at that last word. “Her?” He asked, blinking stupidly, “You must be mistaken, my child is a boy.” “WE ARE NEVER MISTAKEN.” Damokles fell back with his hands over his ears, eyes wide as the voices shouted in unified outrage. The smoke began to dissipate, he could see the Oracle again. “It is not your son that will bring glory to Sparta, Damokles,” She told him, “But your daughter. Guide her, prepare her, the gods have willed it, and you must obey.”
 
A little girl was born to a King and a Queen of a blossoming city. She was a Spartan Princess, and though she had no teeth, no hair and couldn’t walk or talk, she was very beautiful. Though her father did not think so. He loathed his daughter simply for being born a girl. As he watched his small daughter grow in to a lovely young Princess, he hated her more and more with each coming day. For you see, the man wanted a son. An appropriate heir to his throne. A girl could never rule – especially a place like Sparta. And although the Spartans welcomed the Princess and loved her like they did her parents, the King eventually came to the point where he could stand to look at her no longer. It did not matter to this man that women in his city were as respected as men, nor did it matter that woman shared a man’s privileges. A girl on the throne was unacceptable.





The Queen, after many years of trying, finally bore a son. The news was bittersweet. For you see, the first born always wore the crown first. So the King made plan for his Princess to die. The King went to his most loyal soldiers. He told them of his hatred for his daughter and why he wanted her gone. The men argued. They said that the girl was destined to be a good Queen. She was beautiful inside and out, what with her milky skin and murky green eyes and thick brown curls and kind demeanor. The King took the argument, but when they finished, he uttered his threat.


“You are to take this wretched girl in to the back woods. Go as deep as you see fit. Cover her eyes and answer no questions. Leave her there. If she doesn’t starve, the cold will bring her to Hades’ door. I don’t care how she goes so long as she ends up at Hecate’s gate. When you return, you are to play along with me. I shall tell them all the Princess snuck in to the stables and was trampled by the horses. If you do not do this and only this, you yourself will meet the three-headed hound.”



The men nodded sadly and took the girl to the forest. They covered her eyes and answered none of her questions. Once they were deep in the forest, they told her to take a few steps. Thinking the men were playing with her, she took a few steps. They told her that they were indeed playing a game, and the goal was to make no sound while they walked. Giggling, the little girl tried very hard not to speak. The men turned around and left with heavy hearts.





After a while – was it 5, 10, 25, 30, 60 minutes, it can not be said – the girl giggled again and uncovered her eyes. She was met with no one. Only the trees. So, she sat and waited. Surely the men will come back for her. She called them and walked around the trees, looking for her playmates. She saw no one.





When Apollo’s chariot passed and the sky was dark, the girl finally got scared. She cried and screamed and ran and kicked until exhaustion came over her in a harsh wave. For days and nights she wandered, trying to find the men who left her until she could walk no more. The girl found the cold floor, sleep deprived, hungry and shivering.





As the little Princess was close to drawing her final breath, a she-wolf passed by. A new mother who was looking for food for her pups. They just got their teeth, and were no longer hungry for the she-wolf’s milk.





The little Princess was lucky. The mother wolf found her and, instead of feeding easy prey to her own offspring, decided to care for another’s. She took the girl and raised her as she herself were a wolf puppy.


The girl grew in to a fleet footed huntress. The she-wolf taught her how to hunt and obey. The Princess became a wolf; a welcomed member in a broken pack. She never spoke to another human or used tools to eat. Speech and even her own name were nearly lost on her. Sometimes her mind would go back to her life as a Princess, but she would then remember that she never cared for it much. The Princess had become a she-wolf through and through.
 
“Eh?” The old crone croaked, leaning forward and cupping her ear with her hand, squinting her eyes in concentration. “I SAID! IS ANYONE HERE HAVING ANY MONSTER TROUBLE?” Aella all but screamed in her ear, this being the third time she’d had to repeat herself. The old woman frowned and was about to say something when “Oh please just stop yelling! She can’t hear a damn thing,” a man said, stepping out of a nearby shop. This town was small, but it at least had an inn and a few shops, some towns she’d been through were a public building and a trading post and that was about it. “You looking for work, hunter?” The man asked, walking over and taking the old woman gently by the shoulders, guiding her to a chair in front of his shop, she sat obediently.


“Yes, I am,” Aella answered, her hand resting idly on the hilt of her sword, the other hand holding Erus’s reins. “Well, we haven’t had any monsters around here for a while, our mayor is an old military man, he’s pretty good about getting the young men together and sending them out to take care of any nuisances we have,” he explained, “but, there’s a farmer, about ten miles east of here, whose been having trouble with a pack of wolves killing his livestock, he’d probably pay you to take care of them.” Aella nodded her thanks and swung back into Erus’s saddle, the old woman and the shop keeper stared in a mixture of curiosity and awe, it wasn’t every day, after all, that people got to see a Pegasus up close.


Erus lifted his wings so that Aella could get her legs under them and into the stirrups properly, and settled them back down, shifting impatiently under her and chomping on his bit. He was young, and energetic, and did not like standing still for very long. “Ten miles easy you say?” she asked, and the shop keeper nodded. “Yes, that’s right. Say? Where’d you get the Pegasus? You don’t look military, or noble,” He asked. Usually it was only nobility or the military that could afford Pegasi. “I saved him, so he owes me a debt,” she answered, patting his neck, Erus shaking his head in irritation. He didn’t like being reminded of why he was having to carry Aella around the Spartan countryside. But Aella knew he didn’t dislike her as much as he pretended to. “Thank you for the information,” Aella nodded her head respectfully and urged Erus on.


As soon as they were free of the buildings, she gave Erus his head and the black Pegasus took off, his gait powerful but not overly fast as he prepared himself for flight, unfurling his wings and gathering his legs under him like coils. He released the tension and sprang into the air, pumping his wings in deliberate, powerful strokes, propelling them upward. She tilted him east and the soared in the direction the shop keeper had told them, not flying very high because it wasn’t very far.


It took only a few moments before the farm came into view, and Erus knew to land there, down pumping as they neared the ground, landing at a canter and slowing to a stop near the farm. Aella dismounted, holding Erus’s reins. “Hello!” She called, not approaching any further, some of these farmers were very defensive because of monsters and bandits. “Anyone home?”


A man in his thirties stepped out of the small house, a sword in his hand, peering around with narrowed eyes, but when he spotted her he rose a brow, and ventured over cautiously. “Who are you?” “My name is Aella,” she told him, nodding her head in greeting, “I was told that you have been having trouble with wolves attacking your livestock?” she left it a question, so that he could dispute it if he wished. The man spit in distaste, well, she guessed it was true. “Aye, damn beasts have killed four lambs,” he growled. A girl, around ten, poked her head out curiously at the door of the house, her brown eyes went wide when she saw Erus.


“You a hunter?” He asked, using the popular term for people like her, who searched the countryside, offering to kill monsters and beasts that endangered populations, in exchange for gold of course. “I am.” The farmer eyed her. “Bit young ain’t ya? And I don’t see many girls doing hunting,” he voiced the same concerns many had when she offered her services. “I was trained to be a warrior, my gender and age have to be a hindrance to me in any way,” her answer was curt and professional, and just a touch insulted. The farmer nodded slowly, expression softening. “Alright, alright. I understand,” he glanced at the girl watching them, “It’s okay Bethania, you can come out.” The girl trotted out of the house and directly to her father, half hiding behind him. “Excuse her shyness, we don’t get many strangers out here,” he told her. “It’s alright,” Aella smiled at the girl


“Is that really a Pegasus?” she asked, and Aella nodded. “Does he really fly?” Aella smiled, “Yes, he’s a wonderful flyer.” Then she turned her attention to the farmer. “How much would you be willing to pay me for the wolves?” She asked, getting down to business. The man made a face as he considered, “Three pieces per wolf, not much, but I ain’t got much, and those damn animals are already costing me money.” Usually, Aella would haggle, but she wouldn’t feel right taking a lot of money from this man supporting himself and his family as best he could. “That sounds fine,” she nodded. The man looked a little surprised.


The sun was beginning to set and the man looked up at the sky, “I wouldn’t suggest going out into the woods at night, but they’ll be here tonight, why don’t you settle and eat dinner with us and you and I will set up for the wolves tonight?”


Aella was sitting inside, at a small rough table, being served some tea by the farmer’s wife. The farmer was named Aeton, and his wife was Frona, and they had an infant son named Niko. Bethania was outside, fascinated by Erus, who had delighted her with some aerial maneuvers and was now being pampered by his new fan.


“You’re very young to be out here on your own Aella,” Frona said, sitting down with Niko in her lap. Aella didn’t detect the usual condescending tone most people had when they commented on her age, she simply seemed concerned. “If I were a boy, I would be out fighting battles,” she reasoned. Frona nodded slightly. “Yes, I suppose that is true…” She said, looking at Niko, Aella knew she was thinking about the day he would have to participate in the agoge, the harsh and brutal training regimen all Spartan boys went through to turn them into warriors. Some mothers were worried about their sons and this prospect, but others were proud, she couldn’t tell about Frona. “My father trained me well, I can handle myself,” Aella assured her.


They ate dinner, and she and Aeton took a nap before getting up and sneaking out into the paddock with the sheep, settling down to wait for the predators. They didn’t talk, this wasn’t the time for conversations, they sat huddled in the dark and cold, covered with sheep wool blankets to mask their scent.


The sheep were quiet and calm for the first hour, but then the wind shifted, and Aella could feel them becoming nervous and tense. One of the lambs let out a nervous bleat, and Aella saw two dark shapes jump the low fence into the paddock. Aeton had seen as well, both of them gripping their swords and shifting so that their weight was on their feet, crouched down. Still crouched and bent, they moved into the flock, who were beginning to cry out and were trying to get away from the intruding predators. Out of the darkness a large shape suddenly lunged at Aella, snarling and snapping its jaws. She let out a cry and slashed with her sword, rewarded with a high pitched yelp. But she hadn’t killed it, the injured wolf and its companion ran away, leaping over the fence and running into the dark forest. Aella jumped to her feet and ran after them, jumping over the fence. “Aella! Stop!” Aeton called, but Aella wasn’t the only predator on the hunt tonight, and nothing could shake her from a trail when she put herself onto it.
 
Delia finished sharpening the dry branch. It had gone from a flaky, thick tree branch to a make-shift spear. The bark was stripped off of it completely and the wood, although uneven from the multiple strokes, was smooth and milky in color. She made the tip as sharp as possible. Since her siblings and her mother all had weapons in their mouth and feet and she didn't, she felt a need to make herself some. Delia refused to be reliant on anybody. The only things she was reliant on was food and water and warmth.


The lean young woman stood up tall and shook her wildly tangled hair with a dirty hand. She looked at her brother, a big, shaggy grey wolf. Her expression and posture asked if he was ready to go. They were about to go hunting, and they went to the same spot every time. A little shack on the outskirts of their woods. There was a group of humans there, of Delia's own species. They kept animals in confined areas, making it almost too easy for the wolf pack to pick one off. She wondered why they kept the animals...Certainly they weren't for them, were they? Were these humans feeding the wolves? Hmm....They should know better. Once they find an easy spot to feed, they'll keep feeding until one easier comes along or it's taken away from them.


And so, the wolf and the girl with a wolf's habits took off in to the forest; the wolf trotting and the girl running. The wolves had learned to be patient with their human sister, as she wasn't as well-equipped as they were. She could, however, jump like they could, and when they arrived at their destination, she demonstrated her skill and jumped over the fence, right next to her brother. She stayed low to ground and used her trick to lengthen her pace. Delia had figured out how her arms. Not quite like the wolves, but similar. If she was too close to the ground, she would swipe her hand and push off with it. This kept her from falling.


Her brother broke to the left, so Delia stayed right. She had just stuck her make-shift spear in to a panicking sheep when she heard her brother yelp. Delia withdrew the spear, left the dying animal, and jumped up to check on him. The humans living here had prepared for them...It became clear that these sheep weren't left out for them.


Thankfully, the big grey wolf could still run away. She pushed him ahead of her, jumping after him over the fence. She looked behind her, wondering if the humans were following. After a few minutes of running as fast as possible for the both of them, the big wolf collapsed. Whether of blood loss or exhaustion, Delia wasn't sure. She collapsed beside him, making sure there were humans around save her. She released a breath and stroked his bloody fur, spear ready, trying to find the wound in the thick, furry mass. A bad cut to the neck...


(Horse riding, vet appointments, school and my social life are my excuses. SO sorry for making you wait!)
 

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