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The remaining three highwaymen and their leader stood dumbfounded, how could one man thin their numbers so quickly, in less than five minutes they had gone from a band of 20 frightening, terrorizing men to a mere four. To make matters worse. the villagers they terrorized were looking ono in complete awe, the looks on a few of their faces saying that they could have done it themselves if this was all the marauders presented in terms of a challenge...but that wasn't right at all, their opponent wasn't some ordinary man with a sword. The boy stood across from them with a bored look on his face, forcing the leader to recall what he had said when they first locked eyes...
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The band of men strode in on horseback as they normally did, making as much noise as they felt like, the day had come again for them to plunder this village for anything they could get their hands on. As always people frantically shut their doors in futility hoping that the men would just go away if they wished hard enough. What was different about this raid was a young man, no older than 22 sitting in the middle of the village.  The leader motioned for the men to surround the boy, "What 'ave we 'ere? Ain't seen yer face round 'ere before!" The boy looked at the leader, his voice like honey that had been poured over gravel, "You are correct, I am not from around here,I happen to hail from Torden...these good folks happened to be fortunate enough for me to cross in my travels...I'm going to ask you nicely to stop your raids on their village~" The men laughed cruelly at that statement, the leader jerked his head and his men dismounted from their horses and stood menacingly though it had no effect on the boy. "Yer jokes are funny boy, shame we got to kill ya! Need an example so that these people learn to give up!" "Oh PLEASE try!" The leader had a  look of confusion as the boy stood up to continue speaking "I haven't had a reason to draw my sword in a while, she gets quite lonely~ Try not to bore me~"
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"Unfortunately I grow tired of our game, I'd like to make it to Viserp within the next few days...don't worry, your head won't be coming with me~ Now, I suppose it's time to show you how a REAL swordsmen goes on the attack." The boy pointed at each of the three men and said in sequence, "You, you're going to lose your arm before finding my sword in your chest. You, you're going to lose whatever you had to eat today. You...well your death is just going to be flat out embarrassing. And that leaves YOU, boss man...I already told you your head is going to leave your shoulders~ So, let's see how good my predictions really are~" Without another word the boy ran at the three men on their feet, all of which seemed to be scrambling to stop the wild claims he had made. The boy closed the distance, deflecting the first sword blow, letting it slide harmlessly down his sword and almost seemed to float by the man and slash his ally's stomach wide open. The first tried to stab the boy in his back only to find that his target had spun to the side of him and relieved him of his arm. Upon seeing the predictions come to fruition, the third turned to run, screaming as he did so, right into the startled hooves of a horse...his death was virtually painless. The boy finished off the first of the men and looked at the leader, a cruel look in his eyes and a malicious smirk on his face "One."
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Horror spread across the leader's face as the last of the men that separated him from the monster in front of him were cut down. This would have been the time for him to run, to cheat. to do anything to save his own life...but it wouldn't work. He could see it in the eyes of the boy that if he tried to run, he wouldn't even extend his life by more than 2 hours. The leader dismounted from his horse and drew his own sword, if this was his final hour, he would face it with honor. "Oi, boy what's yer name?" The boy looked a bit thrown by the question but answered, "My name? Emile Durvhast." "A fine name that, My name be C-" The leader's voice was cut short by the sound of steel puncturing flesh, he looked down in shock to find the boy's blade planted firmly in his chest. He gasped weakly and collapsed to his knees wide eyed as the boy walked up to him from where he had thrown his sword, yanking it free of the man's chest. The leader of the now dead highwaymen looked up, "W...wha-" "I don't give a damn what your name is, in the next life....TRY NOT TO BORE ME." With a final slash, the "battle" was over, the villagers too stunned by the events to celebrate their freedom.
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The king was heading to his queen; she seemed to need his presence. He came upon a lord and his knight. The distracted king skidded to a stop and managed a smile.


"Do get up, sir knight." He said. "I see you have arrived, I must apologize for not having the luxury of time to have welcomed you myself. Please, if you need anything, the servants would be more than glad to assist you." The king was surprisingly alone, without any of his guards, not even the king's hand by his side. "Is there something you need to discuss with me?" He asked quickly.


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Jason held back a frown and just continued smiling. He nodded in agreement.
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"I understand that you are busy" He said "You are after all the King and you have a huge event to organize. I have nothing Important to discuss with you, your highness, if we may, we would like to head back to our chambers so that we may prepare for this event"
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Luna bit the finger that was in her mouth; the scent of blood filling her lungs like a drug. She took a deep breath, savoring the smell and the blood curling screams of the man mixed with the wails of their sisters. It was such a beautifully gory sight. She pulled the arm nearer herself and bit through it as if it was nothing. The bone crunched under her strong teeth, the taste filling her mouth. She tore through his flesh, ripping the muscle out. Her face was smeared with blood. For any mortal, the scent would have been revolting, but for Luna and her sisters, it was the world's best perfume. As she chewed, her eyes fell upon the fingers of Shyreen, deep within the man's gut. A twisted smile played on her face as she eyed her beautiful sister.
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"Eager are we?" She teased. "I am too, please, sister... I can't wait much longer." She almost begged.
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"Will this be enough to satisfy your wishes?" She asked as she sat up, having draped on her shoulders the robe, only barely covering the nearly-see through nightgown underneath. "I came to talk, I wouldn't do something you wouldn't want me to do."  Elijah openly laughed at that statement. "I know you wouldn't. But you could easily persuade almost any man to want to do something." He grinned, sitting down next to Seraphina on the bed. 


Without really caring at the moment, he slid directly next to her. He smiled once again, relieved to let himself feel happy around Seraphina. He asked, "So, Sera, now that I'm suitably close, what tale would you like me to tell?" 


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"Eager are we?" The siren teased. "I am too, please, sister... I can't wait much longer." Luna almost begged. A smile crept up to her face as she swallowed the man's screams by locking her lips with his, reaching for his tongue and bit it off. The taste of blood filling her tongue. 


Perfect...


The smile never left her face as she slowly devoured him. Her fingers raked his torso, drawing out blood. The man's body writhing violently underneath the two sirens, the voices of their sisters growing louder as if pleased. The red-haired siren raised her head, savoring the taste, the blood rolling off from her blood painted mouth to her neck. She raised her bloody hand to her lips and licked it. 


"Such magnificent taste, my love. There is no doubt that we will enjoy the night together, just the three of us.." Her eyes went up to her sister, smiling sweetly. 


"Shall we move on to the main course?"


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Seraphina let her head rest on his shoulder, not really touching him, as promised. 
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"You know have no tales to tell; my days are filled with boring chatter, etiquette, routines, the same boring walls, the same boring people." She sighed. And the comfort of a man's touch at night, followed by an execution in the morning. She decided not to add the last bit. 
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"My sister's gotten better, I must thank you for that. My brother is even busier with his studies of lordship and my father's... my father." She added bitterly. The lord Arthur had no love for her, so she thought.
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"I'd much rather hear from you and your travels, your stories, heck, even the women that caught your fancy in your entire life." She looked at him and planted her lips on his shoulder.
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"Yes... lead me, sister. Show me how it's done." Her eyes were diluted, clearly aroused and in want.
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He left the king alone in the hallway, he stopped in a corridor and dismissed Ser Bryan before heading to his own chamber. 2 Guards were waiting at the doors and opened it for him, he thanked them and proceeded to head inside. He sat at his chair and found out that there was already a herbal drink at his table. He proceeded to drink them. He then stood up and changed his travel clothes to the ones fit for a noble. He then opened a drawer and found his favorite mask, the one he always wear at certain events like the one he would be joining.
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She motioned for her sister to come closer, "Come, sister." The other siren complied and leaned closer as Shyreen put her hand at the back of her head and kissed her, letting her taste the blood of the man mixed with her own taste. She pulled away, an eerie desire blooming in her eyes as she gestured the man at death's door. His lips blending in with his pale skin, only his blood colored his person. A beautiful sight to see. She was pleased with their work.


"He is all yours, dear sister. You will learn as you move along." She caressed his face which has turned cold. "Come, he is in need of our warmth. Let us take him with us. I simply cannot wait any longer." She licked her lips as her gaze lingered on the man's chest. 


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The lord Arthur entered the busy throne room. In it, he saw preparations for the masquerade ball. The chandelier in the ceiling was being cleaned, the walls were being decorated by fabric and cloth, tables were being dragged in. At far side of the room, the queen and king were seated on their throne, observing the organized chaos that happened around them. 
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The lord Arthur walked towards the thrones; the workers paused to stare at the proud lord walking. Tall and prideful, as always. It was as if time itself stopped in his presence. Nonetheless, the proud lord bent his knee, acknowledging the authority in front of him
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"Your majesties, I am humbled by your presence," He started, "I pay my respects, and I congratulate you on your newborn son. The land is beautiful and healthy, and Renzivia is in a state of peace." He looked up and smiled, but did not dare get up without being told.
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Elijah's breath caught as Sera laid her head against his shoulder. If such a small action provoked such a response, he imagined it would likely kill him if


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"You know have no tales to tell; my days are filled with boring chatter, etiquette, routines, the same boring walls, the same boring people." She sighed, and the sound of it made Elijah's heart wrench.And the comfort of a man's touch at night, followed by an execution in the morning.


"My sister's gotten better, I must thank you for that. My brother is even busier with his studies of lordship and my father's... my father." Her words became bitter as she spoke of her father, and Elijah pitied her.


"I'd much rather hear from you and your travels, your stories, heck, even the women that caught your fancy in your entire life." She looked at him and planted her lips on his shoulder.


"Please?" 


No man in the world could have resisted the look in her eye and the touch of her lips, not even Elijah. He smiled, and put an arm around Sera's waist. "I will gladly tell you of my travels, Sera. You were always one of my best listeners." He grinned, continuing,"Well, I suppose I can tell you a recent story best, as its fresh on my mind. Once, a few months ago, I was traveling through a small town in Sarg, and I heard rumors of the worlds most beautiful maiden having been taken by an evil dragon. I promptly set about preparing to find and slay this dragon, as it is my duty to help any one in need. And surely, the maiden being beautiful helped." Elijah gave a teasing grin to Sera. "For days, I prepared. Finally, I felt ready, and I set out on my task, with 5 brave men from the town." He stopped and cast a smile at Sera. "And then..." He said dramatically, sighing right before he spoke again "I died. Curled up, burnt into a crisp, and died. Now, if I died how is it that I could be sitting here with an arm around you today?" Elijah grinned as he waited for sera's answer. 


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His guess had been right - the cool, calming air of the late afternoon was much more pleasant than the stuffy atmosphere he had to endure inside the inn. As an added bonus, the streets were near empty, with only a few stray travellers venturing about in search of a place to stay the night. Most of the folk had already returned to their accomodations, merrily drinking the night away in their houses.


Avani himself was not much of a drinker, and would most likely never be. Call him a wimp, but the taste of beer made him gag so violently he would occupy the bathroom for several hours after one glass. He figured it was an unfortunate side effect of his magic, along with his embarrassing affinity for milk. The latter had earned him booming laughter from innkeepers more than once, and he had eventually chosen to merely drink water out of shame.


The mere thought of it made him cringe, and he sped up his walk, hoping to occupy his mind with something more pleasant. Avani turned to follow an alleyway on the side of the road, until he came out on another - and promptly hid behind a wall of stone.


A woman, shimmering wings pflastered on her back and pointed ears on each side of her head, walked in front, another one followed silently behind. They seemed to hold a conversation in a strange tongue, and the smell of death reeked from both. He prayed either of them hadn't seen him emerge from the alley, and kept quiet, not daring to breathe.





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The Siren didn't need to be told twice. Her teeth found their way through his flesh, slicing into them like butter. She at him to the bone and drained him dry, enjoying the feeling of his thick blood going down her throat. Her black hair was sticky with blood, her pale white skin was drenched in beautiful red. 
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"What makes your path cross mine, little fly? Are you here to live for my beating heart?" She faced the fae and walked backwards. "Will you walk for me?"
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(Why did I only see you now? Are you here to assist me? Will you do something for me?)
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Someone's watching... The voices whispered. Hearing this, the fae consumed by madness looked around, bewildered. Surely no one but the other fae could have noticed her.
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Seraphina couldn't suppress her smile and her excitement.
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"A beautiful maiden? Much more than I?" She let the jealousy leak in her voice. She paused to listen to the rest. Her lips showed a pout and her eyes darted down, deep in thought.
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"I- I have never heard of such. Are you telling me you're some sort of immortal being, Elijah?" She smiled, thinking it was one of the ambassador's trick questions.
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The lord strolled into the throne room, commanding respect. In all honestly, Thomas was intimidated by the older lord. He kept his hands on the arm rest of his throne, his heart hammering in his chest. Though the lord Arthur proclaims nothing but flattery and friendship, Thomas couldn't help but feel a sinister aura around the lord. He watched him bend his knee and speak his mind.


"Did you come for solely to flatter us, lord Arthur?" The king asked, a shaky smile on his face. "Or did you come to tell us more alerting matters?" The king wondered if the lord also brought him distressing news.


"Don't be rude, my king," The young queen scolded lightly, "He offers glad tidings. I thank you for your generous words, please rise, lord Arthur."


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She smiled as her sister began to devour him whole yet after a while her thoughts went back to a certain knight that she had been dreaming of devouring. She looked behind her, a watch tower stood tall at the distance. Her eyes squinted as she bit her lip. 


"I wonder..." Her mumbling trailed off, as if the other words drifted to the Watch of Larvosh. She licked her lips, imagining the man slowly dying beneath her, begging for her mercy.


The white-haired man named Bryan Pitilius.


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She was about to give a response when a step of a foot from afar reached her ear. Her head snapped to the direction where she heard it, her hand already clutching her bow. 


"Little fly, there are eyes in the sky." She hissed. The eyes of the traveler squinted. 


"It would seem that my being would have to search for wonders, Queen of your name." She informed her. She took cautious steps towards the stone wall, drawing her bow and arrow. Her eyes opened wide, her posture stiff and alert.


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Elijah smiled back at Sera, deciding to answer her questions in the order they'd been asked. "Of cours not, dear Sera, as it is said, there's none in these lands lovelier than you." He grinned and wrapped his arm tighter around Sera. "As for me being immortal, it is with much regret that I inform you that I am not." He laughed and decided to explain. 


"No, you see my dear, that the reason I'm here before you is because my fellow fighters were all young boys, the maiden was


one of their sisters, and the dragon a stray dog that had taken a liking to the girl. So,one might say that it was deceitful of me to claim that I had died, but in their eyes I truly had. You see, in that town, I was asked by these children to play with them. Not having anything better to do, I agreed to. I ran about with them for a couple of hours, doing as they bid me. Eventually, we fought the mighty dragon,and they claimed I had been killed by its fiercesome breath. And so, I was dead. To them, the whole thing was utterly real, completely true. Who am I to correct what they find real?" He smiles as he finished his explanation, and then he ventured on to a different path.


"So, my question is this: if those children believed the dragon was real and I had died, then it might as well be real. So, in the same vein, if one person finds love real, then who is someone else to deny their belief?" His voice had become softer as he spoke, and now he stopped, looking at Sera with pleading eyes.  


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"damn you don't understand theres a faerie the city!" he ran away and started looking for the damned faerie. His agility was incredible, like a hawk in air moving in the shadows of buildings.  the night was slowly falling,but there was still much light. the shadows creeped around the corrners. he finally spotted them from the roofs of the buildings one wait no TWO! damn it you've got to be fucking with me he thought as he looked around for what ever she was aiming at. finally spotting a guy hiding. "damn" he muttered quickly as he nocked and drew his bow. his eye glowing very bright it even could possibly be seen by the faeries. he let it fly, even though he knew it might not hit them because of their senses.


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They had spotted him; again, the sharp, almost quavering sounds of their language echoed through the streets. He heard a bow draw and footsteps - one of them was close enough to hear her breath rise and fall. If the one nearby saw him, it would be game over. Faeries were known for their proficiency in the art of archery, and no doubt it wouldn't even take them half a second to set up a clear shot through his head.


He contemplated if it would be wise to make a run for it. The ground beneath him was already frozen solid (though it hardly had anything to do with careful planning, and was more a result of crippling fear) and he was much faster than any fae when he could slither on it. But no, it wasn't wise to make a move now. Though he was fast, an arrow was much faster than he could even hope to be. Unless some convenient distraction came along, he had no choice but to wait and hold his breath.





High on the rooftops, two people were watching from the shadows, one with a dagger in each of his hands and the other nocking an arrow. One of them raised her head, and spotted another preparing for battle from the other side.


"Should we interfere?", the male of the two whispered, and the woman only gave a grunt of approval. Their eyes sunk lower as they heard an arrow sizzle past one faerie, and the female released the string she had been holding, watching as hers flew past the first and bore itself into the ground behind the fae holding a bow.





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The fae was warned, her quick reflexes brought her bow up, shooting her arrow directly at the other pointed at her, crushing both as they collided. Her eyes a dangerous glare as they settled on a figure on the roofs. Her teeth gritted and a snarl escaped from her lips as she quickly reached for another arrow, aiming for his head. 


"You dare to disrupt me from revealing a hidden secret..." She muttered under her breath, releasing the arrow.


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"Beliefs are what they are: Beliefs. Beliefs aren't necessarily truth. What if I told you I believed that 1+1 is 3? that would be my belief, are you to say that it is true?" She challenged. "At the end of the day, what is false cannot be true." She frowned and rested her head on his lap, feeling the pain in her chest. She didn't want him to see her face so troubled. 
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Alister didn't have time to react to her shot he flinched preparing for pain, but there wasn't. After a long pause he heard a crush and snap. he opened his eyes to see the two shafts of arrows before him. wait what! another arrow he thought as he looked behind him to see another archer. he gave a nod of thanks. he slightly heard her muttering "yes I do. Fore this is not your land." he nocked an arrow once more, but instead aiming for the other Fae and releasing it. 


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"FEED THE MADNESS IN MY HEAD, SEE NOTHING BUT DARKNESS! FEEL NOTHING BUT THE COLD! HEAR NOTHING BUT THE BEAT OF YOUR OWN HEARTS." The Fae's eyes glowered with hatred. She was supposed to have taken control of the sight of the mortals around her. It was the only reason why she could waltz around the domain of man without being seen. Their attackers should have seen nothing, felt nothing, and heard nothing; until the moment they have escaped. "Come little fly, the time is not right. We have much to talk about."
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Elijah sighed as she lay her head in his lap, bringing one hand to her hair and curling it within the locks absent mindedly.  He was quiet for a moment, caught in contemplation. Eventually, he answered, ignoring her last query. 


"If you said that was what you thought to be true, then yes, I would consider it true. Just as I would consider one plus equals two true. For all I know, my entire understanding of mathematics is flawed, and in actuality, one plus one does equal three." He stopped, his voice having become uncomfortably close to emotional. "Likewise," he eventually continued, "could not one's understanding of love be flawed as well?"


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With the booming voice of her master, she nocked up five arrows in her iced bow, firing it without hesitation. Anger evident in her cold eyes. She fired another set before she proceeded to disappear with her master. For the longest time, she was angered in such an extent. 


"It appears that the small part of my inner person have shown itself, Queen of your name. We must make time ours again, let us go."


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"What are you trying to make me say, Elijah? That I could be wrong? I can't force myself to feel." She pulled up and took his hand. She pressed it on her face. She stared at him in confusion; her eyes were teary and her lips were quivering. "I could be wrong, you could be right... but I just don't feel it. How can something I can't feel be real?" A tear finally fell. "And if it's as I say it is... that love is not real. It could also mean that your belief is wrong... that your perception of love is wrong. And that there might be no such thing in the first place." She sighed and started crying, not knowing the emotions that stirred within her. She didn't understand. She wiped her tears away, not wanting to show him such a vulnerable face. She stared at him with longing. 
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Elijah gazed caringly into Sera's eyes as she sat up, putting his hand against her cheek. He ran his thumb along her face, clearing the stray tears she had missed. He did not do as she requested, instead choosing to try to get her to understand, to see what he was saying. He hated seeing her in pain, but he wanted her to see, to make the pain go away permanently. He drew his hand away from her face, wrapping both arms around her, pulling her against him, holding her close, but not kissing her. After what seemed like an era with her in his arms, neither of them speaking, her breathing erratic, his robe being wetted with untwanted tears, he spoke ever so softly.


"If what I believe is wrong, then what is it that you feel for me? What is it that I feel for you? Why do you want me so desperately, why do you want me to want you? Why do I care for you, worry about you, and seek to protect you, if I don't have something more than lust for you? Furthermore, what about Matilda? Her kind gaze, her giving heart. She cares for every single person she ever meets. What is it that she feels?" 


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