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#1


All was at peace. Around him the crickets chirped a quite melody, and the mists hummed, thrumming with soothing whispers of calm. Yet his small, delicately folded ears twitched, signs of interworking strains. Where the world was trying to soothe young souls like he to sleep, it was only ticking him awake like a clock.

The pale gold body shifted, restless. He wanted to sleep. Being born after all was quite exhausting. Yet it was his youth that was the curse. Others of more age are gifted with the blessing of fond memories in addition to their trials which ease the coming of dreams. Galahad was not so lucky. His only memories were two seconds of shock, and then the burning. Every moment after left hollow by the desire to not repeat it.

The small babe squirms. His sea blue eyes, still so new to the sensation, open, and see the night world around him. Even in the dull light of the moon, they hesitate at opening fully, squinting into the night at the strange shapes. Beside lies the sleeping others, his small body instinctively curls to them and their warmth, but still no miracle sleep comes from it. Eyes adjusting, he looks for the familiar in this world of still very strange things. He had watched what to do to stand and walk, maybe he was missing something now about how to sleep? Mama, she slept, but did show him how. Maybe another way….but where is… If Da was up, perhaps it was alright to be? Seeing some reason to rise from the wallowing, the small child lifts onto unsteady limbs and in the innocence of a babe, moves into the night.

New legs and dark shadows do not mix, but it was a stumble on a white looking stones that made him stop. These stones were not like others. They were smooth, and soft, with a pale color, etched with gold. The colt starred at these, enraptured by their beauty, drawn to them. He lay still, where he had fallen, letting his young mind absorbed by them and their strange etchings.

He was foolish, laying in the still cool of the night, away from mother’s side when he was yet so young, but he was innocent and naïve, caught in the crosshairs of curiosity and wonder. Bold through his youth.


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#2


’Already?’ Haldir’s voice slides across the night as the gold gets closer to his keep. He does not reply though, nor did he need to. The weight pressing his thoughts was enough to tell the stag to stay and ask no more. The gold had been wandering the night, a rare moment away. He may have a family, and be trying to keep with them, but some habits were hard to break. Midnight strolls were his favorite. It was well he kept it, otherwise the news might have travelled slower. The gods were gone from their castles, and their absence was felt in the dimmer stars, and risen nerves.


Crowned head shook, and his hooves paws at the earth as he slows, turning to pace around the grove in which his small family rested. Another habit of obsessive protectiveness, but that was not the only reason he stopped from going straight to them. He felt the old familiar energy spark from each nerve, lighting up his eyes, and pulling him towards the walls of this world to seek answers and adventure.


In these swirling thoughts he walked, leaving him nearly blind to the small pale creature just to the side of his path. The gold startles, skids sideways and lowering his head, letting his risen nerves and heightened excitement carry him into defense. Ready to send some sliding cretin flying off the cliffs for slinking so close to his bed. Then he actually looks. “Galahad.” It cracks out, breaking whatever fleeting ideas he had of gallivanting off to adventure in the night. Reminding him his hooves were here, and his son….his son was far from his mother’s side.

“What are you doing out here?” The gold calms his tense hide, and drops his guard as he let himself come closer to his son. His son…. It rolled around in his mind like an unsoiled seed, unable to take root. It left the gold …awkward, and unable smooth ease and style over his manner as he usually did. For all his charades, the gold was still new to being a father.



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Galahad Posts: 19
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#3


The white stones… shivered. The small pale gold’s face brightens to see them dance, his small tuff of a tail wiggling. Higher. Higher.

A flash of gold in the night and loose dirt scatters in his sight. The babe squeals, letting fear rush into him, his heart leaping awake and blue eyes shutting out the fright. Long lanky limbs scatter and kick away. He cowers, but not necessarily from the fears lurking outside. Within he feels his heart accelerate, beating faster – faster. Like it did last time. Faster. Like it did last time. FASTER. His own terror of the coming worsened his fate. FASTER. Pounding in his ears. FAST-

’Galahad’ The moment suspends. He knows that voice. Nose, so new to the strange scents of this new world, finds one it knows. Fast The babe, cradled in his feeble tuck, forces one eye open to the world, and it sees gold. Slower. The still new eyes adjust to the light, even in the night they beat back against the starlight and air. But there is gold. There is Da. But Da hadn't stopped it last time either. Fast. The child whimpers, letting his head fall low. In relief or guilt he can’t tell, but a weight still presses him.

Words, still so strange lull out to him, and though tense and worried they may sound to some, to the small colt, they were as soothing as a caress on his neck. Though answering was harder than it sounded. “N-no…” Stuttering from newness and the still lingering fear. “No sleep.” The young colt looked to the larger stallion, to his Da, and even his new face could not hide the lines of weariness and the already too heavy weight of his small world. Already so tired of being scared.

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#4


Now it was the gold’s time to fear. He sees his son cringe. The leafen starred head tuck and body seize up with fear. No, no, no- Not again. Images of his own son bursting into flames flash in his mind. It burned his own soul to see it just as much as it burned the young one in front of him. Not to mention….Hotaru would kill him if he caused it. “It’s alright, Galahad-.” Harks twist back unused to such comforting. Even Haldir nudges into the gold’s mind at noting the changes, but the gold was far to absorbed in the tiny pale creature below him. He and Hotaru were so strong, so solid….how had they created this? This frail shriveling creature. He wanted to yell, to shake the colt about and try to rattle some sense in him. Then again, that is what his father Celeborn had done…and Celeborn was not a shining example to be followed.

The moments, having sped so fast seem to slow, the shivering at least stopped, and the gold releases a breath he had not realized he hitched. In relief the crowned head drops further, coming to his small child. It was jaunty move and full of awkwardness. Ever strange to trying to calm someone down…he was much better at the opposite. But the small defenseless thing before him could call upon anything of the gold and it would be his. So the nose of the gold lowers to the child, attempts to brush the babe’s shoulder, and pull it from its cocoon.

When the babe answers, its voice still drawing every line in the gold’s mind at the novelty, he feels a sigh escape him unbidden, letting it roll over the child. It is not relief though. His own child could not sleep. Earth eyes close for a moment, letting himself have one moment of a wish. A wish many parents give….that his own son could know a night’s peacefully sleep. Yet given the gold’s own night wanderings, a level of sympathy bleeds through. He knew how cold and lonely those nights were, how tortuous.

“Why Galahad?” The golden asks. His voice also sounding increasingly weary. “Why can you not sleep?”He could probably have guessed, but prayed it something simpler like… an imaginary pixie or Hotaru snored too loud.

It was at this point Haldir finally seemed to remember what world he was in. ’Galahad gone.’ It was hard to hide from his son the massive eye roll before cluing the stag in and telling the world’s worst babysitter to sit this one out.  





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Galahad Posts: 19
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A warm breath rolls over the small colt sending a shiver down his spine, and he leans into the gentle touch. He hadn’t realized how cold he was. It slows his rolling fears. It is hard to be scared when you were warm and with the ones you loved. Yet, his eyes still looked out into the world, and still saw the dark unknown shapes which  might also now leap out at him. The pale colt still did not uncurl from this small ball of baby fluff, not even raising his head but his sea blue eyes, crossed with white, look back up to the gold.

Why? The colt’s frown deepened. Why could he not sleep? He thought he hadn’t understood how, but then watching Mama…it seemed like he did it right. So why couldn’t he sleep? It was a simple question, with an obvious answer, but in the mind of child still so young it came out garbled. So it was the colt opened his mouth, but only a whimper came out.

He squirms again, shifting his small body in its still lanky leg wrapped ball. He feels the need to reply, to name it, to find an answer. His mind wanders off, tying together strings that didn’t really go together but that made sense to him. Got him some kind of answer…The pale head tucks close, looking from his Da’s steady gaze. “Bur-“ He shifts again, trying to call it what they had. “Bu-“But the words wouldn’t come, and he drops his gaze in defeat. “F-fire.” He finally wobbles out. Perhaps he’d taken an around about logic to get there, but wasn’t too far from the truth he was still blind to. Children are not born knowing what nightmares are.


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#6


A small smile rises as he feels the small creature lean into his touch. A small reminder that even given the ways he felt he was failing…he was still loved. Earth eyes watch with rare tenderness as the child struggles to voice itself. His own gold harks tilt back as he waits, but tasseled tail voices his impatience. Was he this timid and, dare he say, slow when he was born? The gold tries to think back, but the memories still bring a sour note. He is glad when the croo of the babe brings him back to the moment.

At seeing the child struggle the gold gives in further. His harks fall back completely, but it and his ungraceful movements are the only clues he gives that this was not a natural position for him. He swings around to be along the young colt, then lets himself carefully lower to the cool earth. He wraps around the small child, letting his crowned head nudge the foal closer if it would come. If he could not protect the child from his thoughts, perhaps he could from the cold… “You’re safe, it’s just nigthmares.” ’He Lied!’ The memory flashes back to him. That causes the gold to pause and his earth eyes cloud away from the moment. Was he safe? There was more to be protected from now. Tasseled tail slides and flops in the grass, then curls around the child. With the Moon Goddess gone from here, and seemingly headed with the others to confront Kaos…he doubted there wouldn’t be many peaceful nights soon. If his own son could not have the hope of sleeping when there was peace…how would he fair in chaos.

His attention is drawn up to the night sky where it still spins dimmer. Would there even be a sunrise tomorrow?  His face falls slightly and he reaches back down to collect the colt closer to him, for as long as he could. The master of lies would thread something together in a moment, for now, for his son’s comfort and his….he simply held the child.


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Galahad Posts: 19
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The small colt’s little nose begins to sniff as he at last said the words. He feels his fears welling up inside him, pushing outward a making his eyes water. Within his heart continues to beat faster, carried on by the continued fears. When he feels the warmth of his Da’s body the small colt’s sniffles turn into a hiccupping sob and he buries himself into the gold’s coat and shimmering gold cloak, lanky uncontrollable legs kicking to push in.

The warmth swept through his cold bones and it calms him, stills him and his heart. He turns his head back out, but still keeps it against Da’s shoulder. Sea blue eyes look up to his crowned head, gazing up at the stars, then back down. In the simple ways of a child, as he snuggles close, he looks from his Da’s coat to his. He had the same leaf on his head…Ma said he’d have the same horns though they were but little nubs on his head still. But the shoulder marking…his Da didn’t have that.

The gold reaches round to collect him again closer, but this time the colt sees something past his Da and it makes him scramble outward, pushing his little head under the gold’s. Those small pale rocks lay not far where he had been admiring them before the gold had passed. “Wait, my rocks!” It was the first non-stuttering thing he’d said, but it was also the first time the colt had ever been distracted from where he was…or who…or what?



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#8


The gold felt the sniffling colt dig into him, tucking up as close as he could and though it should have made him feel more loved, as when he had nudged the child, the complete breakdown of the colt into his shoulder only seemed to make him feel more awkward. He of course wanted to protect the child, comfort it, but this was more than he had bargained for. Surely Hotaru would be better at this? Harks twist back, and some unbidden urge to shove the child off came to mind…why? Especially when he had just been so ready to collect it close and protect it. The gold’s tasseled tail continued to shift restlessly. Why was his child crying making any difference?

Perhaps it was that all other things the gold had protected, mate and trinkets, none were ever so vulnerable…nor weak. Perhaps seeing something of his, in the grips of terror and so unashamedly crying in its throes was what made him suddenly hold off when he had been only moments ago, so giving.

He moves to resist. “Gal-“ But the colt moves on his own. The crowned head pulls back as the babe tries to reach something just beyond the gold. Yet his sight lingers on the colt, watching the babe . A moment ago, wrapped in the thoughts of his fears the child had been near tears, and though his eyes still watered, something more solid came over him. A determination, brought about by….rocks? The gold turns to look trying to understand as his eyes fall on two white ston-bones.

Harks pin further back but the gold reaches for the objects and brings them within the child’s reach. He nudges them over before releasing them. They were decidedly bones, not rocks, and certainly not ordinary objects. On the smooth white were carved sun runes, like those on the antlers of Gaucho, and painted to stand out in gold. They rose into sharp points but at their centers they were hollow…cuffs. Horn cuffs. “Where did you find these?” Then he remembers to correct the colt. “They are bones.” For the first time, the gold turns a more serious gaze upon his son.


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Galahad Posts: 19
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#9


The babe watches ever carefully as his Da reaches over and grasps the items. Within a little worm of greed wiggles through him, and he wishes to take the objects directly. The moments before though still leave him clinging and seeking out the warm side, so the colt does not. Yet he would have it seemed some inkling of this father’s famous materialism.

His Da’s usually warm voice he finds chilled towards him. The child may be young but he could tell such an obvious change. He sea blue eyes at last leave the objects to look to the earth ones, his little ears falling back slightly. The same feeling he had felt when he had been asked what he was doing out here came over him again. Had he known what to name it, it might be called guilt, or trouble. “I-I found them…there.” His voice was returning to its more wobbled state, but it perked up yet again just soon after. “Can I keep them?” Suspension and anticipation hung on the words, revealing just how precious they were to him. Though there was one benefit to the swing of the conversation. The water pressing the sea blue eyes was drying slightly, blinked away by the confusion and allure of the rocks.

Or…bones…but there was one question still remaining to the child. “What are bones?”


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#10


The gold was a lover of all things precious, and especially shiny. Yet he had not expected this trait to seemingly worm its way into one of his sons so early. As the colt reaches eagerly for the objects he hesitates further. What about these objects attract his son’s attention? It seemed almost…non-natural. Perhaps some magic lay locked in them which connected the pale child to them. The gold had been drawn to Haldir’s egg those years ago. Still did objects like this just appear? His son’s answer was far from satisfactory, leaving the gold hanging in his thoughts, granting the colt only a, “We’ll see.”

Crowned head reaches out though and pushes the objects within his child’s reach, wanting to see what the babe did with them. Then came an unexpected question. The harks of the gold rise back up to attention. He pauses, thinking of what his mate might say. But though he lay beside his child in the cold night, and though he would not tell the babe (just yet anyway) of the surely coming doom, he also would not paint too rosey of pictures. “Bones are inside living creatures. They are hard and strong and come together with muscles to hold us up.” He pauses tilting toward the objects. “Those once were inside someone…but I’ve never seen bones like those.”



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Galahad Posts: 19
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His Da does not promise, but the boy takes it as such. He would not willingly part with them anyway. As the bones are pushed towards him the colt collects them even closer, inspecting them yet again while he listens. Bones are inside us. The colt looks up, looking to his elder. Inside? He glances to his Da’s side then to his. It does not frighten the child as one might expect given his more delicate nature before. Though the child bore some tenderness about his apparent magic, he was not living in a land of daisies and roses. Some of the hardiness was already rubbing off onto him as they do in Helovia. But they are hard and strong. The babe wiggles slightly. Can he feel his bones? He doesn’t feel anything hard in him…only the hard ground and his Da’s firm side. He in comparison felt squishy. And hold us up… hadn’t he just spent the past few days stumbling around unable to hold himself up like his mom? The colt’s face seems to fall slightly. “I not think I have bones….” He sighes. “I not feel them.” The he looks down to his legs, as if they were to blame. Maybe the burning when he was born had burned them all. “Not feel strong.”

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The gold watches his son ever carefully. It was always strange to him, and slightly frustrating, that though foals usually were more open and easier to read, they held an in-read-ability that adults did not. Though he was learning how his child reacted, he could not, as he could with others, predict what they might do, or how they might react. It was novel, but also incredibly irritatingly frustrating. And just as it had before, it continued.

It was certain though there was some fascination strange and mystical between the babe and the objects. The gold could see it in the spark of the sea blue eyes they would not be leaving here without them. Yet then the spark died slightly but the colt soon explained.

If he was more tender, more gentle, he might have calmly explained the deeper meanings of life, but he was the golden, so he burst into laughter. “Don’t be a fool my son.” Leafen head nudges the colt, harder than before, more playful, but his words grew stronger. “Never forget you are my son, a son of gold.” Then he reached around, pulling from his back the shimmering golden clothe and placing on his son’s own back. “Son of the Laurelin and the Valkyrie, feared wolves of the north. Descendant of Tauriel and Phaedra and Tolio. Named Galahad- a good strong name. Born in Helovia, a realm not for the weak.-“ On the eve of doom…. “Of course you have bones.” He rumbles in good humor. As his son’s mood had lightened so had his, even given the dimmer stars above.

He still saw the confusion in his son’s eyes as the babe glanced to the bones. “Here, be stronger still.” Gently the gold picked up each cuff and placed them on the small nubs of the colt’s horns. It may not stay if he rattled them, but they held on. Stronger still….for he will need it in the coming days.


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Galahad Posts: 19
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Laughter rings in his ears and the small colt recoils, his small ears falling back. A fool? The nudge rocks the colt, but he stays stiff with confusion at first. But then…the Laurelin’s golden tongue begins to work its magic. As the gold clothe falls over his back the colt feels his chest begin to swell. A son of gold. Lanky legs, strike up and the babe rises. Beside his Da he stands, his leafen starred head rising with every title placed upon his crown. Son of the wolves of the north. His heart begins to beat faster, but it is not from fear…nor does he give it notice like before, for this time it feels right. He feels for the first, pride. A small hoof stomps on the cool night earth. And true enough, he feels his bones- his strength.

When the gold picks up the bones the colt lets a small smile play, the pride, vanity, and slight obsession with the objects coming to a head. His steps closer as his Da places the objects on his head. The first felt heavy, and wobbled, but the colt’s head did not fall. The words had been too strong for that. Then the second slide on and –

Whalooah The sound of a whipped fire rushes on a small breeze and the colt see fire before him. He squeals, jerking away, and the bone horn cuffs clatter to the ground. In a panic the colt rushed back, stumbling over the gold’s hind legs and crashing to the earth. His small heart lite to life, and the white line in his eyes trembling, threatening to grow….to burn as they look over the bones now each lite with a flame at the tip, shivering in the night.


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#14


Every vanity in the gold’s body soared to watch one of his sons feel the power of his blood. It calls forth the Cheshire grin to see the start of one of his own son’s lips.

But as it seemed to be for this poor child, good things rarely lasted. Fire flashes in the earth eyes, and he sees for only a split second, the horn cuffs alit before they are thrown off. Crowned head tosses, and he feels the colt crash on his own back legs. “Gal…” It was a whine, a plead. He knows without even seeing the signs what was threatening to happen. Why must everything end in this?

“Galahad.” It comes across firmer. The gold was trying to be caring, to bend, but he had his limits. With exasperation he glances to the objects still lite. They had rolled just in front of him, their flames licking harmlessly in the grass. He sighs with strain. “Look closer.” He reaches and nudges the objects to show. “They do not burn, just warm…like the sun.” He remembered watching the colt’s first time stepping into the sunlight, leaning into it, letting it energize him….it had been strange watching the colt enjoy something so foreign to the gold (the Laurelin who could only fully breath in the shadows), but he called upon it now as he tried to pull his son from the edge.



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In a pool of shimmering gold clothe the child felt his world growing smaller, and smaller as it spun faster. ’Gal-‘ No! He didn’t want to listen, he didn’t want it to burn- ’Galahad.’ Eyes tear from the flames to the gold, but he does not relinquish his fear. He watches the gold brush the flame with suspicion. But then…a warmth like the sun….The sun. Oh how the colt had loved the sun. It was like the warmth of his mother and twin’s side, and stayed in the sky, watching and ever there like friend. But the colt was smarter than might be thought, and questioned. “The sun is made of fire?” A fear strained glance passes to his Da.

Yet the pull of the objects was strong…as his Da rolled them harmlessly in the grass, the colt finds his legs again, pulling himself up. But he still does not step forward. “But fire burns.” He persists, looking towards the gold.

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#16


Once again the colt is pulled from the edge and the gold breaths easier. At least this proves that it could be done. The first time he’d changed there hadn’t been time or reason to call him back. Now at least the might could ease some of their worries. Yet there was still so much to be concerned about with the colt’s transformation….how had it happened-

He could not delve into such traps…he and Hotaru had whispered in the night enough about it. “Yes, it is made of fire too.” It felt like he was speaking of a betrayal. Did he son already love the sun this much? He felt a pang towards his ways in the shadows, a fleeting thought to the gods…but given the reminder of their abandonment, he quickly did not feel like a traitor to allow his son to feel affection for the light. “Sometimes. It can burn and destroy. But it also gives light and warmth, which is strength too.” Earth eyes watch the babe carefully. “Fire is a powerful thing to hold.” He wondered if a child so young could grasp the full meaning of the words…the full comfort he was trying to give.



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#17


A pang hits the foal’s chest as he hears of the sun’s true nature. His gaze falls from his father and the bones, looking below, and within. The threat of his magic still lingered just as large, but he was standing…an improvement. Then his Da continues….and brings to light notions the colt had not considered before.

Sea eyes, with the white centers still and calm look up, as his head tilts. Strength. Power. How can something so fearful hold that? How can something which destroys give power…strength? How could the sun have felt so good, so wonderful and yet be made of such a destructive force? How could fire be so many things…The colt sighs, his mind grasping the subject, but lead to a million more questions that he was running out of energy to answer.

Rust colored limbs take a wary step forward, though he still eyes the bones, and he lays back down at his Da’s side. Pale nose reaches out hesitantly to touch the gold painted bone. It wasn’t hot. One hark and eye looks to his Da, but reaches again, this time closer. He felt a warmth this time, but no pain. Finally he grabs at the bones, and pulls it closer, trying to take care of the flame, but it brushes his knee. He snorts, worried, but he felt nothing but a small warmth.

Harks twist back as he goes against his own warnings, but he pulled the bones closer, to his chest, letting the warmth, addictively, and seep through him. Finally a sigh rattles his small body, and his head falls over him. By a familiar side, exhausted from the threats of his magic, and finding his mind already to full, sleep finally comes to lay over him. He fights it though- so many questions…. ”Tell me a story…” His sea eyes look up to the gold. “A story of the North…”

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#18


Every move the gold carefully watched. His patience was gone, but he held his tongue, letting the colt come to his own conclusions. It pained him, but his love for the colt bore it. There would be time one day, when the colt was older to raise him in more of the gold’s fashion, to teach him the ways of shadows and silence. Then the gold would have his way and his moment, but for now, he let the colt have this one.

A peaceful smile rolls over his face as his child finally settles himself alongside again. A story? The smile twists quite cattishly. Yes, a story…They had already heard a few, none of course too scandalous yet, but thrilling and praising of their parents and the North. It was the gold’s offering to Hotaru. Perhaps she had not been strong enough to show the twins the north….but they would know it, and know it well. Oh but which tale to tell….Of course. His grin grows even wider. “Once, on a calm clear day wolves attacked….”



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