SAGE my sun sets to rise again.
The Sun had returned to the land, but not the one the citizens of the Edge were likely hoping for. Instead, a beauty born of the burnished color flew in from the East, her feathers pounding hard the moment she saw a dark drape fall upon her beloved home, Helovia. Her heart pounds on the bars of her chest, thrumming against her ribs, breath taken in harsh gasps by the time her wings drift seamlessly over the tops of trees. Below, the mists of the Edge twinkle mysteriously with the stars once painted in the skies.
What in fucking hell happened? Sage thinks to herself as her pastel eyes scan the dimly lit floor of her home. The herdlands, she noticed from her vantage point above, were graced with the lights of their respective elements. However, the rest of Helovia was doomed to reside in an endless sea of darkness, save for the strange looking trees she had spotted when she swooped low. The panic within her spirit was only heightened by the void of any others in the forest below. Sage knew that her absence from the herd had drawn out far too long, yet she hoped that the mare she respected still resided within this home.
Please, let Mirage the DragonHeart still wear the crown of the World's Edge.
Hooves clip into the earth, pounding down with ferocious force from the delicate flower of a girl. Her wings snap shut and she stands still, listening for the echoes of her arrival bounce off trees and bodies. The land smelled much the same, like forests from tales of old, misty and mysterious. The faint, familiar scent of the Shadow resided within the area. Sage lets out a half smile, before a nicker rolls through the trees like branches. "I have returned," she says proudly, taking a moment to let the beauty of this day... night... whatever sink in. Then, with a brash tone and quiet words, the girl's right ears flattens, replacing her look with one of uncertainty. "Now, what the hell is going on?"
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In a world where there was no light, no night, no day, no time, how did one know just what they were? Where they were? Who they were? Star lined mists lit their path as they walked, the brothers of shadow and fire, their identities secured in each others vibrantly orange eyes, seen despite the low light, mistaken for the hungry glare of predators often enough to amuse them greatly. Across the borders they roamed, brothers in arms and blood, bound more deeply and permanent then any other bond formed between the beasts of this realm. They had taken to this change with relative ease compared to the rest, their birthrights allowing them to adjust swiftly to the dark and mysterious, their long lives giving them the experience needed to adapt to change within a few strides of happening across altered landscapes and realms. Magic was never something they sought, and so it was never something they had blessed upon them, though they could feel its absence in the world around them.
When a loud, familiar voice called from within the borders, they could not help the grins that broke out across their maws. Laughter, deep and horrible, rolled from their chests as each one moved off from their positions, departing sides so that they might approach the golden pegasus lady from both sides at once, their former WingLeader who had been sent on a mission that required the swiftness of travel wings provided, as well as the wits of one who had earned the respect of the entire moonlit family. They did not like having to send her away, but it was a mission that they hoped would require little physical exertion aside from simply travelling for one capable of flying amidst the clouds, avoiding the confrontation of any potential tense company. That she had returned alone spoke of the missions success, or, lack thereof. But it didn't matter; they had her back now.
Muzzles reach outwards from both sides of the mare as the laughter turned into warm nickers of greetings, orange eyes alight with welcome and respect to one they had come to consider much like a sister. "The Gods have gone to sleep. Not sure when they will decide to wake up again." Madyrn's deep voice resonated through the very soil as it proffered his version of an explanation for the absence of magic and light. "It has been this way for a week or so, it's end is unforseen." Maskan's equally deep, yet smoother tones added, as the brothers nodded to their former WingLeader with a mixture of comradely friendliness and slight fear for the safety of their balls - one could never know with Sage. "It is good to see you in tact, Sage." Maskan spoke again, eyes roaming over her body in open appreciation of both the pristine, if well travelled, condition it was in, combined with a much more carnal purpose. "As opposed to in pieces." Madyrn's dry humour added, with a rough, stony laughter chuckling its way through his muzzle as he hoped to entangle his teeth amongst her pale mane simultaneously.
Rolling his eyes as his brother's antics, Maskan spoke simply, diverting the conversation to the purpose of her return. "Are you here to stay now?" Were you successful? What did you find on your journey to the outskirts of our birthlands? |
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A hearty laugh in the distance is heard. The lady of golden sheens narrows her eyes for a moment before letting out a sly smile, knowing exactly what trouble awaited her in the darkness. The large, troublesome stallions Mirage called brothers - Madryn and Maskan. Sage knew the family well enough in her time spent here, but something about the twin brothers still evaded her. The beauty retains her suspicion that the mischevious pair were truly good at heart, though they held bawdy tongues and a less than desirable sense of humor. No matter, the heart is what mattered most.
Surely as the wind blows, two figures rise from the shadows. The teal-eyed girl takes a minute to glance in each of their directions, smirk still planted upon her fleshy lips. Their nickers are returned with one of her own, and the mare takes turn leaning into the soft, greeting muzzle of each of the brothers. "Figures, the lazy asses," she says in return to their banter. "Making us run their errands and then disappearing without notice." Her attitude grows solemn in response to the words of Maskan, elegant features drawing into a pout of lips and knit brow. A week without word from them, with no end in sight. Sage was grateful to have returned home when she did. Without the protection from the Gods, the World's Edge would be relying on muscle and wit of its inhabitants.
Madryn and Maskan were good for muscle, Mirage had the wit to guide her people, but Sage likely had the loudest mouth to order commands.
Her distant eyes brighten again at the sound of the husky voice, feeling golden eyes upon her frame. The lady takes graceful movements away from the strange formation of the twins at both of her sides, Madryn's teeth pulling easily from her silk of mane. As she walks past, the golden warrior flicks her tail strongly in the direction of his face in a friendly reminder she will kick his ass before turning around swiftly to face the pair. "Lucky for you. Now, I can pick up any slack of our brother in arms." She takes pause, looking around the forest at the branches reflecting the soft light of the stars laden in the mists. Are you here to stay now?
A gruff smile forms on her delicate features, looking toward Maskan with fierce eyes, despite their pallid and calm hue. "If you will have me back." She says, before growing more serious. The mission she had been sent on, tasked to find the missing members of their former home, had come up starkly empty handed, albeit drawn out and long. "The land of the Moon appears to be abandoned, except for the occasional vagabond passing through. I am not sure what happened to your former friends and kin, but I was unable to locate them or hear of their possible whereabouts."
Eyes passing from twin to twin, Sage seems to give a bit more empathy in her gaze than usual. The disappearance of loved ones never would be news welcomed easily, but the Brothers, she hoped, would be more understanding and stronger than most. After taking a moment, the beauty puts on a different, ambitious expression. "More importantly, is the one who took my place capable of handling what this night may hold, or do I need to step in?"
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Did her news sadden them? Yes, of course it did, but it did not really surprise them. Had they not known for certain after all this time what had become of their lands, they would have been all the worse - ignorance was not bliss, not when one cared with the very fibres of the souls about the outcome of something. The Path of the Moon was fractured, broken beyond repair, unsustainable for life, and all of its inhabitants had obviously fled, with only a few daring to trickle through the lands now. With a silent, shared glance into each other's eyes, they laid to rest their pasts, forever. Helovia was their home now, the residence of their family; they could no sooner leave it than resurrect the Path once more.
"Thank you, Sage." Maskan said quietly, while Madyrn turned his gaze away, decidedly thoughtful and distant. They appreciated the tact she employed for their sakes - knowing that she rarely bothered for the general public, or those she disrespected. As her tones continued to break the silence, however, their grins had returned, as had the drawling tones.
"It takes more than one stallion to fill the gaping hole your ass left behind." Madyrn's deep vocals crudely explained, the glee evident in his eyes as he pre-emptively widened the amount of space that laid between himself and the golden pegasus. Even as he did so, he was chuckling at his own joke, shaking his crown at the sheer brilliance of it. As always, Maskan spared him a short glance, before speaking of matters current.
"WingLeaders Destrier and Kaj are certainly capable. I tested Kaj's mettle myself, and Smoke the other. Patrols where the unskilled are taught how to survive are being organised, albeit slowly. As for handling what this night may hold…"
"Before this darkness fell, two of our own were killed. Murdered in cold blood. Despite the peace we keep, we are targeted still. Torasin and Solstice, gone." Madyrn cut across his brother, delivering the news with as much blunt force as a sledge hammer against concrete.
"The 'Assassins', a group who have made it well known that they want our home for themselves, seem quite happy to walk into our prisons. But we are unsure of their numbers, despite having the lifeless body of their former leader there, and her would-be rescuer joining soon after."
"The Basin are an ever present threat, of course, one of them have being witnessed to have killed Solstice."
They spoke in turn, each voice easily silenced to allow the other one to be heard, each knowing without any visible effort when the other would need the stage to themselves, each able to predict exactly what they were about to outline. Such was their relationship.
"Needless to say, Sage, your presence is welcome." Whether than meant her presence back as their WingLeader, or just in general, was left to the mare's own imagination. The brothers were demons of chaos, happy to stir the pot and see what came out - but they were respectful of their home at the same time, knowing that too much chaos could tip the scale and shatter the peace. There was no harm in encouraging a bit of competitive spirit though, was there? |
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Thank you, Sage. A swift, elegant nod of the head is given in return, with solemn eyes. The pain which comes with a definite loss at least comes with closure, something the family had been missing for years. While the former Captain was always pleased to aid them when possible, it pained her to see the weary lines of their face for even a moment. The drawn, uncomfortable silence fills the air for a moment, until the golden beauty strikes fire back into the hearts of the twins. It appeared the brothers grimm were just as fast to jump into matters of the herd as she, something for which Sage was thankful. Nothing pissed her off more than having to beat around the bush with ninnies.
Letting out a snort of laughter at Madryn's joke, the angel is quick to retort with humor of her own, with a cunning expression. "Men always are half as capable as a strong lady; just look at you two," a smirk growing on her face as she looked toward Madryn. "Twice the muscle, a cunning brother, and yet your younger sister sits on the throne." She lets one eye close playfully for a moment in a snide wink before Maskan begins speaking, her ears and eyes tilting immediately in his direction as he provides real news of interest.
Kaj and Destrier. Two that the golden mare had not met, so surely they arrived in this land after she had taken leave. Not much after, apparently, to assume her former position. She nods curtly. Two of our own were killed. Teal eyes turn with concern toward Madryn, who speaks of the death sentence of two, long standing members. Sweet, gentle Torasin, the palomino paint that always seemed to be present at Mirage's side before they claimed their home here. It was rather ironic that Solstice, another palomino paint, would be the second name, and the mother of one of their most promising - Aaron. She looks down sadly for a moment, whisper a small prayer into the stardust around them. Looking up with fiery passion in her pastel eyes, Sage mutters one word at the one brother, "Who?"
Instead of Madryn, picking up right where the other ended, Maskan begins to fill in more information. The "Assassins", whoever the fuck they were, appeared to be little threat to the home, unable to even keep their leader alive. "They sound rather pathetic, but we can wipe them out of existence like any other annoying fly," the golden mare says with a nod, her eyes wandering back toward Madryn as he mentions the Basin. Sage rolls her eyes, knowing that the ousted unicorns formerly inhabiting the Edge would always have a case of the ass for the Qian. That they had turned to murderous intentions, however, would not be accepted. "Which stickhead is responsible? The Lady herself, or one of the underlings?"
The golden girl smiles at Maskan as he welcomes her home, extending a feathered appendage to try and brush upon his shoulder in a sign of camaraderie. "Hold on tight, brothers. I am about to shake things up again."
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"d'Artagnan the Nightshade, their head healer" a grim voice cut in before the twins had a chance to reply. On quiet hooves the shape of a gold-backed stallion appeared from the gleaming mists, a gray shadow balancing a small dragon with bulging stomach on the back with practiced ease. "According to Aaron who saw the murder take place through the eyes of his bonded. I see no reason to doubt the truth of the matter." The silvery neck arched gracefully in a respectful greeting to Madyrn and Maskan as he came to join them, halting next to the golden pegasus as a faint smile cracked the mask of grim seriousness for a moment.
"Welcome back, Sage. It's good to see you again." A soft chirrup mixed with his calm voice as Fajira raised her head from its place on the gilded croup to greet the former - and maybe future - WingLead. The attention offered to the golden dove was short however and the dragon soon turned away again, returning back to her after-meal nap. Lace leaned a shoulder against a nearby tree and shifted the weight between large hooves to make himself comfortable, allowing gilded eyes to move between the warriors, half relieved and half envious that he no longer was counted as one of them.
"You might find it interesting to know that the crafters have begun projecting on a wall to increase the defenses of the Edge" he continued, helping to fill the homecoming general in on the recent developments of the herd. "With magic gone there's not much we can do at the moment, but as soon as the gods return I'm sure the work will be underway." Whether he was going to be a part of the construction was uncertain however. While Lace didn't particularly mind his work, the constant use of magic it forced upon him was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Never a great fan of the arcane powers, he found himself much preferring the state the world was in now; dependent on wit and physical strength, with few if any surprises to find that wasn't easy to solve. No, better leave it to those who actually liked magic; he could be of use elsewhere, in ways that didn't force him to spend quite as much time in the herdland.
"You've certainly come back at a good time" The grullo stallion sighed after a short pause, and lowered the head to scratch the side of the face against a dark leg. "What are you planning to do now? Mirage has made clear that we aren't allowed to stir up any trouble with the Basiners..." An order Lace would have been tempted to ignore if it had come from anyone else. But between budding emotions and the very real fact of the queen possessing the shape of a dragon, he wasn't about to go breaking her rules without a very good reason - or maybe a death wish.
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Before they could answer, a voice cut across the conversation, presenting the information correctly and succinctly. The brothers nodded in acknowledgement and acceptance of this, guarding their expressions to hide the similar rivers of hatred that flowed through them at the thought of it. Though they longed to capture the horned doctor, and poke at him with his own glass horn, they were loyal and obedient to their sister, and knew that it was best to bide their time. In the unknown darkness that had fallen the lands, it was important to take the time to know whose one's friends were, to gather strength before trying anything potentially stupid. The brothers of darkness and fire regarded the silver grulla with silence, unsure of what exactly to make of him. Their sister certainly was fond of him - both of them, in fact - but he had hidden away for so long, they did wonder just where his balls were. Naturally overly judgemental about any stallion who got close to their sisters (particularly Rishima, though for different reasons), the brothers merely shifted their blank stare from his silver bodice to the well travelled, vibrant bodice of Sage with a simple tilt of their crowns, happy to return to familiar banter with one they knew.
"We look forward to it, whatever it is." With a matching wry grin crossing their lips, the brothers enjoyed the sense of mischief managed they received at her words, genuinely looking forward to a bit of shaking in the ranks, something that would keep them and their fellows fighting fit, ready for anything. "Not that you need it, but should you want it, we are happy to help." Maskan intoned curtly enough, his deep voice speaking for both of the brothers. |
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"Lace," a silky voice answers his welcome along with a slight nod. Soft eyes turn back toward Madyrn and Maskan, silently evaluating whether the information passed from the Glazier was correct. Their nods please her well enough, and the golden beauty silently writes down the name for future reference. d'Artagnan the Nightshade. She had never had the pleasure of making his acquaintance, but should she be given the chance, he may think twice before touching a member of the Edge again. A steely glint reigns in her eyes for a moment, before the crafter speaks once more.
Sage had known Lace before the siege of the Edge, when he had been more than a tinkerer. Perhaps that is what made her respect the Glazier more than his elevated rank. The beauty had a hard time respecting the defenseless, but the build of the crafter spoke volumes of his former rank. Surely, some day, she would like to find out just how much grit he retained during his break away from the Protectors of the realm. "A wall of glass?" she asks, her eyes looking doubtful. "What is to keep it from shattering?" While it may seem a bit rude to state it so blatantly, Sage was genuinely curious of the crafty Glazier had managed to outsmart the fragile nature of glass. Unfortunately, the lady has never been very apt with sweetening words.
The golden mare takes Lace's next comment with a guarded smile, wishing to remain pleasant yet still keeping him far from the genuine expression shared with the twins of darkness. "Glad to be of help to the Dragonheart," she says with devotion. The cause of the Qian and the protection of her kin would be most important, but there was definitely a special amount of respect afforded to Mirage that the others would likely never match.
His next comment was met with an expressionless face, except for the strange glimmer of defiance in her pastel shaded eyes. "Why, Lace, if I told my plans, what fun would it possible be?" Allowing for a moment of tense silence, she added with a fading chuckle. "Do not worry, sir Glazier. I would never dream of disobeying Mirage," her voice oddly serious but kinder, looking back toward the brothers with a bright gleam of the eyes as they offer their aid.
"I will remember it well."
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The cooling of her attitude as Sage faced him didn't go unnoticed. An ear twisted towards her in mild curiosity as he pondered this, not sure what might warrant him less trust than the black brothers. It was an undeniable fact that he wasn't a warrior anymore. A fading muscle tone and slightly more lax attitude towards insults, threats and general honor and pride that usually plagued active soldiers marked his distancing from senseless violence. Did that make him untrustworthy? Did it turn him into a second grade herd-member, someone to protect and exclude from important decisions, for his own good?
Perhaps it was simply a lack of personal affection that cooled her voice as she inquired about the wall and all but in the same breath seemed to chastise him for even suggesting that she would break the WeyrLeaders order. Lace maintained his casual seriousness, not betraying his speculations with as much as a blink - but in the back of his mind he made a note to himself to spend more time with the golden warrior - it wouldn't do to risk getting on the wrong side of such a strong and important person.
"The wall will be thick" he assured the pegasus as he raised the neck, allowing an easy smile to settle over the inky maw. "Normal glass might break easily, but even if we made it thin as Orangemoon frost I doubt that any material blessed by the Gods would shatter from anything less than their own strength." The stallion turned the head ever so slightly and gave the twin stallions a mildly questioning glance, feeling the weight of their eyes on him as he spoke.
What was this, the recruiting of a yearling? The Glazier held back a frown and changed the weight between his feet, abandoning the tree he had leaned against for a better position - slightly more tense, because it would be a lie to call himself unaffected by the skeptical glances he was given. Had he ever done anything that might put his skill and loyalty in question? Madyrn and Maskan had never received anything but respect from him, so why was it that he got none in return?
"Don't be so touchy, tiny" the dragon murmured soothingly into his mind, half asleep but still following his change of mood with cool interest. "Let your temper get the better of you and you might regret it."
As if he didn't know that.
"And why would it be less amusing if I knew?" he retorted to Sage's banter, catching up on the gleam in her eyes that turned what could have been light-hearted banter into something slightly more.. unsettling. For some reason the who situation was beginning to create a foul taste in his mouth, without leaving a clear reason behind its origin. Was it just him being paranoid?
"Wouldn't be the first time..."
"Oh shut it, you."
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Slowly, the Glazier earned their approval, as he justified his craft with logic, and reassured the doubts of Sage that such a wall would certainly be enough to keep out intruders.
Well, land-based intruders anyway. The likes of Sage would still be able to glide over it, though they had many guards with wings - and a sister who could take the form of a dragon - to prevent such an aerial assault. And most of the Pegasi they knew were homebound to the Throat, who were allies - and welcome across the borders.
The brothers treated him coolly because they did not know him. It was the default they fell to most of the time when they did not know another creature very well. Not only did they not know Lace well, but his absence had affected the herd, and they could see no explanation for said absence. He was back now, and by his words today, he had earned perhaps a crumb of respect, a seed, that should grow with the right steps into a firm foundation of respect and trust.
"Haven't you ever heard of a surprise, sir Glazier?" Madyrn's deep voice rumbled, easily adopting the moniker Sage had placed upon the craftsman. The brothers had no real knowledge as to what the newly returned Protector planned on doing, but they were willing to bet that it involved grinding some nerves, testing the grit of her fellow protectors. Hell, they would gladly help her ensure her skills were sharp - with some amusement the brothers' eyes met, as the same thought tumbled through their wicked craniums.
"I dare say our glazier prefers to be on the giving end of such a notion." Maskan's chilled tones spoke eloquently enough, a wry grin forming upon his lips as he regarded the silver grulla with a slightly softer stare, bordering on welcoming, on sharing the comradery shared so easily between them and their fellow protectors. |
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A distrusting beauty, Sage is. Madryn and Maskan were treated like brothers simply for their lineage and unwavering loyalty to the sister the golden beauty respected well. While she certainly expected no knife in her back from Lace, he had a long way to go before she looked upon him as family. Would she pause before protecting him? No, not even a bat of her pretty lashes. They were herdmates, and it was this which bound them together. However, he was far from being allowed close to her, to share in her pretty smiles and glimmering, warm eyes. Those were reserved for the holders of her heart, whoever they may be.
Sage guessed that Lace had caught on to the rather less warm embrace of his company than the conversation he stumbled in upon. The brash beauty was not unaware of her actions or their perception, after all, but if the Glazier was affected, he made no outward notice of it, which made the quiet gleam in her eyes grow more amused, lighter. Lace was interesting; perhaps, this is why he had remained so high in the rankings for so long even after an extended absence. She wondered.
As he explains his plan behind making a wall of glass formidable, golden ears flow in his direction, pushing strands of delicate ivory along her face, framing the girlish features until Sage almost looks like an innocent doll of a mare. She nods curtly, however, a strictly militant form of acknowledgement, which ruins the rather pristine image of a lady. "I look forward to seeing its completion," she says earnestly, though the voice is less than enthused. Walls and talk of architecture were not really what interested Sage, but she was glad that the defense of the herd was put before trinkets.
His question makes her laugh, a dainty bell like sound, bouncing off the bark of the trees and dancing off into the woods. Madyrn is quick to answer it for her, but despite the twin's very apt retort, the angelic girl has one of her own, a smile pulled across her lips. "What good is a joke when you already know the punchline?" Banter, more and more, which flooded her mouth like song does for a bird. A natural and fun way to keep many at a distance from her true heart, guarded well by a feeling of nonchalance in their exchanges.
For her brothers, the Protectors, it was a form of friendship they shared. Too many hard times befall the warriors to keep such grave, serious relations. As Maskan cracks a wise comments, Sage smirks, noting the softness upon which he regards the Glazier. Still, she is more or less unchanged just yet, no matter how warm the twins would view him. The Glazier needed to spend more time changing her current opinion to earn that, but right now he seemed more like a nosey herd-member. Likely, he was just innocently curious.
Not that it mattered much in her eyes.
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Keeping up the facade his thoughts were left mostly to himself as he listened to the words of the protectors, the dark twins meeting his question with the banter he was slowly coming to expect from them. Granted, he had never had much to do with them, but one couldn't live in the same land for this long without coming at least close to another to hear their conversations, whether one wanted to listen in or not. They were private in a different way than the cool and distant Sage, more light-hearted perhaps - but neither of the three were to be taken lightly, of that Lace was all but too aware.
Faced now with a stubborn wall of silence and intent the crafter gave the troublemakers a long, steady look before he finally gave up a snorting sigh and breathed out, muscles relaxing ever so slightly as tension gave way for reluctant acceptance. A wry smile grew at the corner of the mouth and around the glittering amber eyes soft wrinkles formed as he shrugged lightly.
"Suit yourselves then" he said half exasperated, flicking the tail briefly before he inclined his weight forward, legs stirring to carry him forward through the misty darkness. "Considering that it's you three I count on it being very entertaining - or I'll let you have it for getting my hopes up." A quick grin took any edge out of his words, knowing fully well that he would be the one to get a run for the money if things ever got too heated up. Never the less, the thought of facing either of the strong warriors in a fight set ants crawling throughout the stomach, and as the gray steed moved to leave the merry trio to their own merry company he threw a quick glance over the shoulder.
"Do let me know if either of you ever would like another set of hooves in a spar" he offered. "Who knows, maybe I have some fight left in me still..." A blink followed with a soft laughter, and with a flick of the white tail and a drowsy chirrup from the dragon on his back the Glazier disappeared into the night, as quietly and suddenly as he had appeared.
(Lace out)
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