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Winter's Requiem
LazyFrogOfJustice19
Chapter 5: The Taciturn Engima
Chapter Text
Blood dripped from the hands of a figure standing over the remains of four bodies. The air was at its coldest and even without the appearance of snow, winter clouds loomed overhead. Bodies that were once full of heat were now reduced to cold corpses that slowly started to decay after death. Blood continued to flow out from most of them and some of them were far too pale and cold from the vigor of life they once had. The figure stood over them with a silent disposition as its prying eyes stared closely towards one body trying to crawl away from it.
The helpless man in armor tried to grab the grass and ground as he inched away for dear life. The pain was far too much for even himself to bare yet it muted all senses in his body as the only thing left in his mind was to survive. Blood began to accumulate into bile within his throat as his saliva was sticky and cold from the weather. His weak arms were trying to grasp the last bits of strength left in them as he inched away. Momentum and traction heavily deterred by his condition made the effort harder and harder than it first seemed. Life was seeping away from him with each movement of his arms and muscles, his breath was already hinging upon the last few ounces of air left in them. Lastly, his heart was slowing down from the initial bursts of speed it gave before the figure's sword struck his body earlier.
Fear and malice were no longer part in his current emotional state…
Nor was anger and bravery.
All thoughts were gone as his heart continued to pump blood with each passing beat becoming slower and slower as seconds pass.
With every grasp of his nails upon the vegetation and soil, he could feel himself slipping away.
Every muscle tendon in his body screamed to stop.
Agony and torment within each inch of his skin was prevalent. He was moments from death. Moments until the darkness consumed him and moments before death reaps his soul. There was no comfort waiting for him at the end of it all.
Only pain and suffering.
A blood trail was left in his wake as a he struggled to put some distance between them. The figure silently watched as he continued to move. Pity for him only ended in the tense of something akin to a dying animal, a dying animal that measured no worth in the eyes of its master.
Struggling was futile at this point. Prolonging the inevitable was stupid and unnecessary, besides the point that the figure actually wanted them to experience a painful death, its master would have said otherwise. With that mental thought in notion, the figure walked slowly towards the dying man.
The grass crunching underneath its feet with each step.
His arms finally gave up with one last hand placing itself atop a handful of grass that tickled the nerve endings of his fingers. His breath hitched as his vision was now darkening. The figure kicked the man over slightly so he was facing upwards towards it. The now limp body was unmovable to resist the action and his eyes with the pupils dilating, fixed its focus on the unseen face behind the cloak's hood.
His chest was now at the point where the rise and fall of his lungs wanting to intake oxygen was reduced to a slow rhythm that was about to stop soon. Blood was no longer circulating into most parts of his body as his heart decreased to nothingness.
Seconds before death the man stared into the figure that killed his brothers in arms.
The subtle hints of its current mood over his death was simply summarized with one word; unimpressed or better yet, exhausted. Exhausted for wasting its time killing them. Had he been in a better shape, he would take that as the ultimate insult but now that he was powerless, he could simply watch in failure the mistakes he and his brothers and arms made when they crossed this individual.
The main evidence to point the fact that it was foolhardy in the first place, was the trail he left behind on the bloodied grass. Not just blood... for what little remained of his torso was the only one that crawled further. The rest of his lower body was left where the figure once stood earlier.
In the trail there were leftover parts of his intestines, flesh and innards that dangled and stuck themselves upon the grass, creating a dour and gruesome leftover of human remains as he finally stopped where he was now.
His stomach was already dangling through the final sinews of human remains that connected the organ to the rest of his bodily system. The distance he made through the erroneous and painful crawl was that of a few meager inches, far shorter than he could hope for.
But that was it. There was no escape anymore. A reality he realized within a second before the figure's blade hit them with one menacing slash. Like their armor and armaments were nothing more than butter on the hottest of breads. Their bodies never even registered the pain up until blood emerged from their wounds.
Sadly, this was the end of his journey. An early end to the legend he vowed to-
SCHLICK!
A clean thrust to the head. The unknown figure pulled upon its blade from the now dead fool and from the wound directly caving and piercing his skull, blood seeped out from what little of it was left inside the body of this insect.
The figure took out a dirty piece of cloth that perhaps was once a beautiful embroidered handkerchief to wipe the remaining filth from these maggots that tried to take the figure into their own volition. With a swift swipe, the blade was clean once more. The metal gleaming against the dim light provided by the cloudy sky above. The figure refurbished its blade and returned it to its scabbard.
It looked towards the grassy plains of this cold-weathered location and saw the mountainous and forest-filled vegetation across miles on end from where its sight could reach. A small hum was heard underneath the concealed face as it looked upon the dead bodies it dispatched.
Suddenly a voice came through the figure's mental thoughts.
You should have let him die… I was eager to hear what little delusions his head was creating before death took him…
The figure responded with an unimpressed groan as the small package it carried which was slung over its body glowed through the cloth where it was placed. The figure's slender arms and fingers carefully took out a round pulsating orb that was shimmering slightly in an ethereal glow that permeated its otherwise complete black color.
Do you intend for me to absorb the underlying presence of death around us mistress? The orb said through a mental link that existed between them. The figure, now revealed to be a woman underneath the darkness concealing her face nodded in a quick fashion.
She then held out the item as she stood in the middle of their corpses, waiting for something to happen as the black orb continued to pulsate. The air around her slightly changed in temperature, as a warm breeze seemed to originate from the orb as the air around it was sucked like a vacuum.
From the bodies came blackened mists that appeared from their entire beings. The mists were drawn towards the orb and after a few short minutes, the air returned to its normal temperature and the black orb pulsated no more. Both of her slender hands grasped the orb while she waited for its response. Patience was a natural thing to her, but up until that point the gauge of her own patience was riding on a very thin line.
She was starting to get frustrated. Pressing a bit of weight upon the orb itself through her fingers.
Please mistress, do not destroy this one's existence. I live only to serve thy master and in his absence, I only serve you to make this one's existence useful…
She frowned when the thing responded like that. Anger was not a useful trait in this instance. Destroying a useful tool in an otherwise dire situation was stupid. With a sigh she waited for the orb to respond once more.
I have accumulated much through the recent days we've been on to this journey mistress. But this one still thinks that the resource we gathered is inadequate. If the mistress decides to use this one's power, I doubt we can do much at all if we try once more…
It had been five days now. Five days of trying and she was tired of it all. Failure after failure was never a good thing for her. Never once had she failed in the past for her masters back then, and never once had she disobeyed direct orders from her superiors. Yet in this current moment, the amount of failures stacking up was getting to her. No longer was it a shadow of a thought that lingered beneath the cornerstones of her mind.
She was getting desperate and even when the orb itself warned her from trying again, she still continued with blind hope that was beginning to etch itself upon the torment her sanity was taking.
Do you wish to continue still?
There was a clear yes in her guile and she held on to the orb as the energy of the accumulated deaths she gathered funneled into her body. She tried to focus as best as she could as her eyes glowed partially in a blue hue. With the boiled up determination and power within her, she reached out upon the small pack that she carried around her and took out a scroll with her free hand. The Scroll levitated into the air and slowly disappeared into existence as the blue hue enveloped her entire body. The black orb pulsated again as it funneled all the energy it had towards her body.
She opened her eyes in hopes of establishing a connection… and spoke.
"Can anyone hear me?"
A second passed. Surely someone would hear it by now. That someone may not have noticed yet. She clung to that hope as she focused all her energy towards it.
"I wish for someone to respond to me." She said again. Eagerness in her voice rising.
Another few seconds passed. Nothing.
No one.
A dark thought loomed over her head as she waited… and waited. Yet nothing and no one responded. There was no sound either that came from the other side. Just the breeze itself and the leaves of trees rustling around her. The calm fields of green that surrounded the view of her senses felt a bit less friendly when she continued to wait.
A wait that amounted to nothing at all.
Straight emotions were never her thing to begin with. She was mostly silent even to those she valued as friends and superiors. Yet at this moment, her chest weighed in with a feeling of defeat once again that spread itself across the entirety of her already tired and exhausted emotions.
That thin ray of blind hope vanished again in an instant as her hands shook partially with the orb being able to feel what her inner turmoil was.
"Please… anyone. Just say something." She said, and even though her expression never changed, that small pause between her sentence meant a lot to what she was feeling at the current moment. Desperation never felt so painful before, yet here she was, with that exact emotion closing in towards her psyche.
Failure… once more.
With a heavy sigh, she made the energy surrounding her to evaporate. Some of it returned to the orb who felt its current master to be in the same state as the preceding failures that lead to where they are now. It knew very well what this cycle of failure meant to her, and both of them shared that sentiment, except for its mistress, it knew that with each defeat it took a large toll upon her soul.
May this one speak?
"No… there's no point to." she replied as she returned the object back to where she kept it and with a heavy heart full of sorrow, she continued to walk away. Not caring of the bodies that she left to rot upon the grass. Flies and other animals started to encircle the pile of corpses, and at least to her that meant that the insects saw use.
Unlike her at this moment…
Useless and defeated.
The night was at its peak now as she sat by a campfire she created, it was next to a tree where she laid her remaining supplies. Her sword was placed right next to her and her bags just beside it. her dagger remained inside her belt and a few of gold coins were in her pockets should they be useful somehow. The flame provided her a bit of heat in the process but she only bothered to make such a contraption in order for her to have light in the darkness. Safety was not her concern as she was sure that nothing was strong enough in these lands to even scratch her.
Sitting there with legs crossed, she made sure to count what little resources were left in her inventory. She gathered what she had to properly estimate how much was left and to plan how to use such resources now that she was down to the last of her straws. It was not a good thing to think about at first when she had an ample amount of resources in the past but now that she was left with only a mere handful, a worrying thought consumed her. This was also strengthened by the notion that she was utterly clueless on what to do next should she lose everything in the process.
Thankfully her inventory was not completely used up… yet.
Food was never a problem for her to begin with but the other items in her inventory mattered far too much. She grabbed her packs and started to sort what was left in them, alongside the orb that she placed near the fire. She took out a handful of scrolls, numbering by the figure of seven with two of them being the most important with her current situation.
She hummed in a disappointed tone as she took out what other items remained…
A handful of gold, silver, and bronze coins. She gambled with a few people she passed by days ago to exchange information with, but she was left with nothing in return, with those insects stealing her belongings in the process. They were dealt with shortly but that's where she realized that the currency she held currently was useless upon these strange lands.
A few other items of varying uses were added to the count. Most of them were not going to help with what her current predicament was. They were just a set of tools that would never be of use in her quest to have someone out there to reach her and communicate with her.
Nothing was set in stone for the dire condition she was in.
She hoped that this was only a challenge. A joke if you will for those who were out there seemingly watching her from afar. But that was unlikely. Her sisters would never do such a thing to make her experience five days of agony. Her superiors were never this cruel to bestow a faith upon her in this scale. She never failed anyone at all, least of all her lord and master.
She never failed anyone, yet it felt like everyone abandoned her to rot in her own feelings and musings. She hated this feeling. The blank expression she always carried was reduced to a frown that was slowly dripping into an emerging state of sadness and depression.
The way her fingers slightly shook now was an indication. She took a deep breath, trying to stable and assure herself that there was a way out of this. This was a test. A test of her faith in the Supreme One. Should she best it, she knew that she could go home.
It will happen…
She was sure of it. Deep down she was sure of it…
Yet her own dark thoughts overtook her at that time. Her hands continued to shake as the sudden feeling of hopelessness started to waylay inside her. she clenched her fists tightly, and held herself into an embrace to comfort her already tarnished sanity.
She dared not to say such things… nor think of them.
But in her situation where hope is narrow and nothing yet was happening, it took a large toll upon herself that she never knew was present inside her prior. A conniving feeling matched only when her creator left her forever. Now…
She was alone from everyone. Lost in this ever expanse, with no one out there to help her.
It was frustrating this feeling. She gritted her teeth in anger. Anger at herself for being useless. Anger at her own self-pity and sadness. Anger that she was far too weak to solve this problem. She always took pride that she was the one chosen by her master to accompany him on his adventures.
She was the one chosen single-handedly by him directly and she did love that notion and took it within her heart as a feat she alone can accomplish. However, even by then she was always scolded of not thinking straight, along with the pretense that she was not smart enough in some cases.
Yet she tried to learn. To learn in being better. To learn so that she would be worthy.
But here she was now, powerless and useless, having no solution to her situation that by her experience, worsened as days passed along. The last attempt was the last idea in her mind that was feasible. Collect enough energy from deceased insects to power the orb given to her care in order to amplify her own abilities.
The result worked at first and she indeed amplified her power enough to try and talk to anyone outside her reach… yet no one responded. Nor was there an implication that someone heard her voice. The orb was her last gamble and final experiment.
It was an item given to her before the grand plan upon the beasts that spit fire took place.
An item given to her care to be of use in the event where death was present. Her job was simple until a flash of light appeared and she arrived into an unknown place she barely knew at all, along with half of her power gone from the midst of it. She regained her abilities back after a few days, but by that time she knew that something was wrong.
In frustration, she struck her fist upon the ground with a sudden heavy thud. It was not near her full strength yet, but it left sizable damage on the place where she hit her fist with. It felt good releasing all of this pent-up fury. She did it again with the same output. Slowly getting stronger and stronger as the ground around her shook partially. Cracks started to appear as the trees rustled with each heavy blow.
However, this action was pointless. A foolish attempt to let loose upon idiotic reasons.
Her breath was heavy as she finally stopped herself by forcing her arm to cease. It was hard at first, as her shaking hand wanted to pummel the useless and stupid soil further. With her feelings in a negative spur, she finally stopped and sat motionlessly upon the tree at her back. She leaned her head as she tried to ease her breathing.
Mistress… this one asks if you require someone to talk to.
She did not respond to the orb which was pulsating in life again. She did not even look at its direction. Yet the orb understood greatly what she was feeling at the current moment.
Mistress, what are you afraid of?
"I'm not afraid." She replied in a monotone voice.
With all due respect, I feel the emotions producing the turmoil inside you. You are afraid of something that you are scared to admit at the present moment and you are afraid of never going back to your master…
She did not respond, as the orb's statements meant nothing to her.
I was afraid once. Afraid that the Great One will never take me into his service again. He gave me to that creature that made no use of my power. While I respect the Great One's wishes. I do not understand why he gave me to that creature, or if He ever saw me at all as something that was useful to him. For a time, I did in fact think that way, but here we are now. The Great One took me into his service again and I am glad to honor that service by helping you.
"Don't be foolish. You could never understand me. You were made by an insect. Used by an insect, and will never be at the same level as I am, nor will you ever be at all. Don't think of us as equals, I am a creation of the Supreme Beings that is why you have no right to compare me with your blasphemous ilk." Her words were laced with thick venom as the orb heard them bit by bit.
It was true for the most part.
Mistress. This one understand greatly what your thoughts are, and yes we will never be at the same level at all. This one understands that perfectly. However, that is not the point that I wish to say upon thee.
She suddenly sat up and grabbed the orb tightly into her grasp. With her fury-filled face she angrily squeezed with force upon the object, threatening on breaking it.
"Speak your next words with caution… otherwise I dismiss you from my service."
Will the Great One take pleasure in my destruction mistress? The orb replied, its voice without fear and accepting should she break it in the name of her master. This was not the reply she wanted to hear from him, nor was it one that she wished to respond to.
Destroying it now would be a waste. She knew it, as her options were abysmally pitiful at this point. Destroying what could be the last key to her salvation was an outcome she did not want to commit. But her emotions were far too gone to take that reasonable action forward, even though her heart knew it was not the best course.
She tightly grasped on it, hoping that the orb will crack and break… but she stopped after a few seconds. Realizing with depression and infamy that doing so would result in another failure. She slammed the orb into the ground in haste and tried to control her compromised feelings.
"Shut up. Just… shut up." She pleaded.
We always have worth mistress. Whatever that may be. We are lost for sure in these uncharted lands, but we are in no way worthless nor are we failures to the Great One.
"I said shut up." She reiterated, but her voice was softer than before. She had given up talking about this even though the orb continued to speak in her mind.
Heed me by saying that He will find us. He will take you home, and both of us will return to his service. This one knows it. If it happened before, then it will happen again.
"I am a servant without a master fool. My entire life is dedicated to the Supreme Ones. I take every command with great understanding and I follow them to the letter. Now that I am alone… I have no one to direct me what to do. No one guide me what must be done. I am lost, so are you... and as much as I hate to say this, we are both abandoned by our master and I'm not even sure if we are able to return back to his side."
For the first time in the few short days that the orb knew of his mistress, this was the first time it heard her with a voice that seemed to break. She was not in tears, nor was she sobbing. Yet her entire presence spoke of grief and sadness. Her face was hiding it all underneath.
Even then mistress, I know you can get through with this. You told me that we are not on the same level. You are correct to say that, and if you are as special and powerful to be chosen by the Great One, then I believe you can find us a way back. Until then… I will help you with as much power as this one can muster. You can count on me.
She merely hummed in response as she looked at the flames.
She never knew that in her lifetime, she would experience the loss of being abandoned yet again.
First it was her creator and here she was left alone by her current master.
Alone with an annoying object that continued to talk to her.
Moving at first light was suitable by her standards. Back then her Lord would always try to start his expeditions once light was present. Making it easier for travel on all kinds of terrain. She was traversing through a forest filled by thick trees obscuring some parts of the sky above, but she manages with the ample amount of light illuminating her path against the leaves and thickets. It had been hours since she first started to walk through these woods.
Animals were not much of a sight to see and those that did appear were far too small and were less of a threat to her than she was towards them. Birds of various kinds were singing as they watched her. She passed by an Owl who looked at her way before she vanished deeper into the forest.
She did not know where exactly she was heading to, but since there was no map, no directions, nor plan to speak of, she went by her gut instinct and hoped for the best in any situation that would come to her presence. She was confident enough in her combat ability should anything arise but so far there were only humans. Humans that had no chance against her.
Should this have been enemy territory or anything close to that, she would be wary of more powerful foes, foes that while were still beneath her, was a cautionary endeavor should she try to engage. An almost devastating mistake that one of her sisters learned back then. Her Lord was correct on saying to proceed with caution on whichever situation each of them were in and should an engagement turn from your favor, exit with the safest strategy possible.
Always have an exit strategy to plan your next encounter. An encounter that would most likely end in your favor for the most part.
The only reason she was a bit less cautious than normal was because these foreign lands seemed to hold no amount of powerful foes, animals, nor even individuals that may have some sort of ability that distinguished them from the rest. All of her encounters were weak-willed insects that had no power nor skill to fight against her. A far cry from some of the adventurers she used to mingle with when she was tasked to interact with them.
She did not talk through the entirety of her trek.
Even the orb itself was silent. Never speaking a word unless she talks first. Last night's conversation never ended in a good way for both of them, so they both seemingly decided to shut up until something interesting… or helpful would come across their way.
She managed to come across a stream of water that she predicted would wash towards a river or lake nearby. The prospect of a familiar lake was a good thing to pander on, but this place and the days she spent travelling across these parts were largely unfamiliar and the geography was rapidly different from the familiar lake she thought of.
A groan escaped her lips as she did confirm that this was indeed not the case. These lands were new to her, and even with the map that she owned in her inventory, it never matched any geographic location that was drawn on it.
Another dead-end direction that lead to nowhere. There was not a lot of civilization present. Sure there were a handful of humans, but that was it. Not much of a village nor any city to speak of. It was grasslands, forests, and mountains with little to nothing that was useful.
She stopped for a moment to recover her bearings. Trying to think of another solution to get herself out of this forest and maybe find a road or two to somewhere or anywhere at this point. Maybe that was the best option…
She looked around the trees as the water stream near her hummed in activity.
She was about to rest on spot at that very moment, until an unexpected sound was heard
A howl. A powerful howl of a beast that spread across the forest and into the trees as the breeze carried the sound across. It caught her attention very fast as the sound seemingly came from where the stream of water went. The reason she was suddenly interested in it, was because the howl was large in volume, and greater than any large wolf could mutter. Maybe it was a magical beast, or something interesting that could be useful to draw power from.
She doubled her pace as she followed the stream in curiosity.
It howled once again, but this time she noticed that there was pain in its voice. Like something akin to dying. She followed the path until she came across a cobblestone bridge that had a road on both sides. The stream was larger than the former once she first saw it and she looked around noticing that that both directions could lead to somewhere useful. Perhaps civilization or insects that could help her with her current problem.
A ray of hope emerged inside her as she moved upwards to the see the road up close. When she neared the bridge, she noticed a large dead elk upon the road. It's intestines and stomach strewn out, as if they were clawed out by something large. The beast that howled perhaps?
She moved in closer as the stink came to her. The carcass was fresh but flies were already there to take advantage of it. Wanting to see what really happened, she took off her hood and let her long tied hair free from concealment. There was no one after all to see her in this state, and she did want the breeze to cool her already frustrated head from boiling up further. The neat yellow bow tying her head moved slightly to the cold winds.
As she observed the dead elk, she noticed that one of its horns broke off, and fresh blood was laced within them. She narrowed her eyes at that small detail and took out the orb to possibly make sue of the dead carcass.
I sense little to no energy from this corpse mistress. Even if I absorb it, it is far too miniscule to be worthy of use.
She hummed in response, thinking the same as well. She then followed her eyes upon the blood trail and as she did, a surprising sight came upon her a bit further into the stream, where a large hairy beast laid there motionlessly while bleeding out in the process.
She walked towards it in a cautionary motion. As she arrived at the foot of it, she noticed that it was indeed a large beast. A large wolf to be exact, almost as large as the far more stronger ones in the Sixth Floor. She knelt towards it, seeing that the large beast was dead, for the broken elk's horn had pierced its neck, killing it in the process. A wild tussle of Predator and Prey seemed to have happened, and with that said, she noticed another large facet to the otherwise interesting creature.
There were pups.
Six of them in total. Some of them had varying colors of fur, the smallest one of them was stark white and had small red eyes looking back at her as the pups cried and tried to find milk against the dead giant. She then realized that this was the mother of the litter, and she was trying to feed herself to in turn feed her pups but fate was not so kind to let her survive and now the children were abandoned.
Not that she cared after all. It was not her job to care for the small ones. Others did it better than her. However, this did not stop her from being interested in it. The main reason was because the orb was pulsating towards the dead beast. Like a natural, hidden form of power existed within it even after death.
This one. This one has something special… I believe absorbing it would be beneficial.
She grabbed one of the pups into her hand and it looked back at her in a questioning notion. She did not change her expression as she observed the litter.
"Would killing these smaller ones be of use as well?" she asked.
They have potential, I think letting them live would be a waste.
"They have no mother to speak of, and I believe Lord Ainz would end their lives as well in a form of mercy." She replied.
Agreed.
She grabbed one of the pups and was about to take her dagger to kill them one by one, until a sound made her bolt in action by quickly taking her sword and aiming it behind her. That's when she realized that she was far too transfixed with her find that she did not notice a human about to pounce against her. The sword was aimed at his neck as he yelped in surprise, another man with a sword taken out was behind him, and the situation escalated closer to someone getting their necks chopped off.
The young man raised his hands towards her with a smile as his eyes widened upon seeing her unconcealed beauty face to face.
"Whoa there miss! I didn't mean to startle you!" he said as she focused her eyes on him.
"Robb! Don't be a fool she's dangerous." The other young man said.
"Don't make this any worse Jon… just show her that we mean no harm." he replied as he took off the belt holding his sword and continued to raise his hands. She continued to stare deeply into his eyes without flinching as her grip never wavered.
"Jon… I told you to lay down your weapon."
"But-" the first insect who seemed to be named as Robb gave a glance at the other one she figured to be by the name of Jon. He was reluctant at first but he dropped his weapon with a bit of hesitation coming from his part. They both raised their hands as she continued to eye them, she could end them here with one swift strike, but they never seemed to have any ill intention so she lowered her guard upon them.
Killing these useless insects would give her no use after all. After yesterday's findings, collecting death from humans was not that strong to garner a connection. The large beast was, that's why she was so interested in it.
She lowered the sword with a frown as she returned it to its scabbard. She looked at the both of them as they sighed in relief, she noticed that they had crest on their thick winter clothes. That of a wolf, a symbol that she did not recognize in the map she was given nor any intel report from Nazarick itself. She wondered who these two were and before she could say anything, the insect by the name of Robb offered his hand to her.
"You must be lost miss. I'm Robb Stark, son of Eddard Stark, Warden of the North and ruler of Winterfell. May we know your name?" he said.
She stared in a deadpan motion towards his hand and silly smile.
An insect trying to help her was in fact stupid, but she had no choice at that matter. She was in fact lost after all
And she did need information, so she returned to a neutral expression and shook his hands lightly in a respectful notion. Hoping to gain their favor to better suit her needs. Maybe even more.
"Nabe." She responded as the two looked on her in interest and curiosity.
Not knowing what they just stepped into…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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