Harvey's call came shortly before they landed.

The confirmation that Lillian had asked for was secured. The person Harvey had apprehended was, indeed, the person who'd raped her.

"Thank you, Harvey." Noah hung up, gripping the phone so tightly it cracked. He had no need to tell Lillian. Harvey's voice would've been clear to her wolf ears.

Lillian's face showed no emotion except a subtle tightening of her lips. But Noah felt her turmoil through the budding bond between them.

"Excuse me," she said, standing up. Arthur and Elle were focused on the screen of the laptop, but they would've heard every word, too.

Lillian went to one of the corner seats of the jet.

Noah picked up one of Lydia's files and flipped through it, not really seeing the words. He shifted in his seat, throwing the file on the table and looking out the window. The darkness below sparkled with distant city lights. He only lasted a few minutes before moving next to Lillian.

He sat next to her. She didn't turn away from the window. The muted lights of the interior made her reflection in the glass faint, haloed by the black sky outside.

The bond between them pulsed with sadness and anger and fear, a tangle he had no idea how to help her unravel. He hated feeling helpless.

"I'm afraid to see him," she finally whispered. "And it makes me angry."

"You don't have to see him." Even as he said it, he knew he was wrong.

"Yes, I do," she said, her voice tight. "I have to see him and shake the hold he has on me. I don't want to live in fear any longer. I-"

She gulped. Noah put his hand on hers and squeezed, keeping his silence until she continued. She turned to look at him, her eyes dark pools limned by blue.

"I want to kill him," she whispered, her voice tremulous. "Does that make me a bad person?"

He leaned forward until his nose was inches from hers. "I want to keep him alive and torture him. Slowly. Cut off his limbs and castrate him, make him crawl for you, beg for your forgiveness, then I will pluck his eyes out, bleed him out, let him heal enough just to be tortured all over again. When he no longer knows who he is or why he is punished, then I will kill him," he said. "Who's the worst of the two of us? You or me?"

Lillian touched soft fingers to his scarred cheek. "I won't let you. I don't want him to taint my-our-lives any longer. I just want him gone."

"Then he will be gone," Noah said, turning his face to kiss her fingers. "If you want to do it, I will hold him down for you. If you don't want to, I will end him for you. Whatever you choose to do, I'll be there. You won't have to endure anything on your own again."

Her bottom lip trembled. She closed her eyes, and a tear sparkled down her cheek. Noah leaned his forehead against hers and sighed heavily. He wanted nothing more than to go back, tear the bastard to shreds and go home to the twins. But they needed to see this to the end. Otherwise, Lillian and the twins would always be in danger.

The sky was still dark when they landed in Washington DC. The drive from Arthur's private hangar to Senator Brady's house took an hour. One of Arthur's vampires stationed in the city had driven them from the airport, parking the car several streets away from the house. They closed the distance on foot.

"He has tight security around his house," Arthur said, walking down the street in a t-shirt and jeans. Elle, who had ditched her visible weapons, much to her complaints, next to him. The two looked like a couple out for a night stroll. If you didn't notice the patch on Elle's eye, the way she moved like a fighter ready to attack, or the dark look in Arthur's eyes.

Lillian and Noah walked parallel to them across the street, they were less likely to draw attention that way. They wanted their visit to Brady to go unnoticed, not to tip the attention of Blazius or any other party who might be watching. At least, not until they got more information.

The houses in this part of the city were large, their front yards neatly trimmed. Why anyone would need so many walls to live in was beyond him. Street lights flickered every time Arthur walked under them, making it difficult to pin down his features. Another trick of his, no doubt.

"How are we going to get through it?" Lillian asked, her advanced hearing picking up on Arthur's voice across the street.

"They're humans," Arthur replied. "Nothing we can't handle."

A woman and a dog were walking down the sidewalk on Noah and Lillian's side. The animal was a tiny, fluffy white dog with pigtails tied with blue ribbons.

Noah pulled the cap he'd borrowed from Arthur's vampire down and looked at the ground to shield his scarred face from view.

The dog growled, digging his little paws in.

"What's wrong, Lord Arthur?" The human woman asked her pet, tugging on the leash. Lillian snorted, covering her mouth, and Noah heard Elle's stifled laughter from across the street.

Noah couldn't help his grin. He peeked at the dog, Lord Arthur, from under his hat. The dog whimpered and tucked his fluffy tail in. The human woman crouched next to the tiny Lord Arthur. Lillian and Noah walked past them, listening to the woman coaxing her dog forward.

"Lord Arthur," Elle said, her voice choking with laughter. Noah saw her poking Arthur's side. A car sped past them, but the sound of Elle's laughter couldn't be drowned.

"Humans." Arthur sighed, shaking his head, though there was a fond smile on his face when he looked at his mate.

Noah put his arm around Lillian's shoulders. Her smile was radiant. Noah was glad for their brief encounter with the fluffy Lord Arthur. It eased the earlier heaviness from Lillian's demeanor.

They reached the address and stayed concealed in the shadows of a big tree in front of a mansion next to it. The Senator lived comfortably in a red-brick mansion. Two humans stood on either side of the black door, dressed in suits, with earpieces, guns and knife sheaths.

"Those must be silver blades for the immortals," Elle said.

"I bet they have silver bullets, too," Noah mumbled.

Elle frowned. "I thought those weren't available for anyone."

"Humans have a way around things, my love," Arthur said, his eyes on the house. "They must have silver bullets, especially since the senator deals with immortals. Unlike someone else I know, they must be trained to use the guns."

"It was one time!" Elle growled, glaring at Arthur.

"One time too many. You almost died," Arthur said. "If you had used the gun, you would've saved yourself a lot of pain."

"You had a gun and you didn't use it?" Lillian asked Elle, surprised.

Elle groaned. "I'm not used to guns. I never even knew they made silver bullets. I just forgot I had it on me."

"How does one forget they have a gun?" Lillian asked.

"Exactly," Arthur added.

Elle poked Lillian in her side. "Stop stoking him."

"Salma is already inside," Arthur said. "She has a gift for going unseen when she wants to. The security is tight outside the house, but he keeps his place private."

"Wife? Children?" Noah asked.

"A wife," Arthur said. "His children are all adults."

Two more humans rounded the corner of the house, walking the perimeter, discussing a basketball game in hushed voices.

"How do we get in without them noticing?" Lillian asked.

The house was separated from its neighbors by a stretch of greenery. The windows of the house were lit up. One window on the second floor was open, spilling light outside.

"Through the windows?" Noah asked.

"Yes. Sandy left the window open for us," Arthur said. "I will levitate you inside."

"You'll make us fly?" Elle asked excitedly.

"Just for a brief moment. And you need to stay still. Levitating living beings takes energy and focus, a small mistake and you'll be crashing down."

"How will you get in?" Elle asked.

"I'll climb. Let's go," Arthur said.

When the coast was clear, they crept along the edge of the neighboring house, keeping to the shadows. Noah felt Arthur's magic brush him and Lillian, and then they were floating up through the air alongside the house's wall. Lillian was frozen, amber streaking her eyes. Noah's fur would have been standing on end if he'd been in his wolf. The brush of Arthur's magic wasn't exactly unpleasant, but it was discomforting to be surrounded with so much power.

They climbed through the window. Noah helped Lillian through and turned to look at his surroundings. The room was closed. It was a guest bedroom, with a big bed, bedside tables, neutral colors and impersonal decor. It smelled faintly of detergent, humans and a fresh hint of a vampire.

Elle followed them next, and Noah and Elle peeked through the window, seeing Arthur take a running start, jump on the wall and walk on it like it was level ground, his magic thick around him.

Elle looked at Arthur through a narrowed gaze. "So that's how you did it that first time."

"Yes." He scanned the room. Lillian had pressed her ears to the door and was listening.

"No one is outside," she whispered, straightening.

They left the shelter of the room. Arthur led the way, following his vampire's directions. Even without them, the vampiric scent was fresh and easy to track.

The faint spotlights cast their soft shadows on the beige walls, and the carpeted hallway muted Lillian's steps; she was the only one who didn't know how to keep her footsteps quiet, yet. It would come with time and practice.

The vampire's scent disappeared beyond a door down the lavish hallway. Arthur opened the door without a knock and slipped inside. Elle and Lillian followed, and Noah took the rear.

The office smelled of cigarettes, old books, human sweat and a too sweet women's perfume that made Noah's nose itch. Over it all was a thick layer of fear.

The office's occupants seemed frozen in time. A female vampire leaned on the dark oak desk, her skin a deep brown a shade darker than her eyes, her hair a halo of tight curls that sucked in the light of the floor lamp in the corner. Dressed in white cargo pants and an unexpectedly bright pink tank top, Noah wondered how she managed to sneak in with the colors. Her long fingers twirled a small dagger.

The couple, sitting on either end of the brown leather couch, sat with their backs stiff, not touching the back of the couch. Their eyes landed on Arthur, and the man made a choking noise, his bulging brown eyes attempting to leave their sockets. The woman was made of sterner stuff, it seemed. The only visible indication of her fear was a pursing of her lips and the skittering pulse in her neck.

The vampire straightened to her impressive height and bowed her head. "Sire."

"Thank you, Salma," Arthur said, strolling around the desk. "How long have you been here?"

"Five hours and three minutes, sire," she said, her hands clasped behind her back as she stood at attention.

"Any movements?"

"Nothing."

"Good, you may wait outside."

She gave a deep nod and stepped out into the hallway. The door closed with a quiet snick. The senator swallowed. "Lord Arthur-"

"Shh," Arthur said softly, standing behind the desk and looking down at the documents on it. The senator closed his mouth with a snap. Elle leaned against the wall near the window, keeping an eye out. Lillian went to the books shelves and scanned them.

Noah kept his eyes on the couple. The two were afraid, there was no doubt. For some reason, the woman looked more... assured. It could be because she had nothing to do with her husband's mess relating to the immortals. But Noah's gut said otherwise. Mrs. Brady glanced Lillian's way.

"How long have you been married?" Noah asked, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. The woman's lips tightened further, the man glanced at her, gulped and looked at Noah. He barely met his eyes before looking away. "Thirty- thirty five years."

So she was with him before he got involved with the immortals, before his political career took off. She was his wife, but she might also be an accomplice, perhaps more.

Arthur flipped through the documents some more, then sighed, cracked his neck, and came to sit on the couch across the marble coffee table from the senator and his wife.

"Senator Brady," Arthur said, stretching his arm on the back of the couch. "Do you know why I'm here?"

"N-No," Brady replied, tugging on the collar of his crumpled white shirt.

"Lying in the first five minutes of our meeting does not bode well for your future, Brady," Arthur said, cocking his head to the side. Noah couldn't see his face, but from the pungent scent of fear, he would guess it wasn't pleasant. "Do you know why I'm here? Think about it, I'm sure the answer will come to you."

Brady looked a little green. Noah wrinkled his nose. The scent of the man's fear was clogging. His eyes flickered around, no doubt looking for a way out of this predicament. But being caught in Arthur's crosshair was impossible to escape. Finally, he took a deep breath that rattled his chest. "I-"

"Detaining us in our own house is unlawful," Brady's wife said, her chin raised. Her skin was as sallow as her pale yellow shirt, and her pulse sounded loud. But she still found the courage to glance at Arthur and speak more than a few words without stammering like her husband. Brave woman.

Arthur chuckled, and Noah shifted on his feet. The room seemed to freeze. "Is that so, Mrs. Brady? Since you seem eager to speak, perhaps you would care to answer my question instead of your husband."

"My husband is a member of this country's senate," she said with an ugly curl of her thin lips. "He is not required to entertain your insulting presence."

Elle snorted. Mrs. Brady shot her a look that only made Elle more amused. Lillian was still looking through the books. She scanned the books' spines with a meticulous eye. Noah moved to stand beside her, keeping his eye on the senator's wife. She glanced their way. Hmm.

"I wonder what the esteemed members of the Senate will say if they find out about Brady's shady business with immortals," Elle said.

Brady's breathing seemed to grow more labored, his wife more stiff. "Nonsense," Mrs. Brady said. "We have nothing to hide. Our involvement with immortals is as regular as any other member of the government."

Noah almost believed her. Almost.

"Anything interesting?" He asked Lillian through their link.

"Nothing yet," she said. "I just have a feeling. Mrs. Brady kept glancing at the books."

"I noticed as well," he said, scanning the books closest to him and keeping an ear to the human woman's pulse. They were mainly books about politics, economy, the fiction volumes were mostly old classics tucked in one side of the upper shelf.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a natural liar," Arthur said with an easy, almost admiring tone. "Very convincing. Now why do I have a feeling you know exactly what your husband has been involved in, Mrs. Brady?"

The woman pursed her lips.

"You can talk now," Arthur said. "If you'd rather not, I can think of a few ways to get what I want."

Senator Brady suddenly gasped, looking at his pinky finger that was slowly twisting backward in an unnatural angle.

"Don't scream," Arthur said, "I'd hate to have to dispose of your security, too."

"P-please-" Senator Brady rasped, his big eyes flickering between Arthur and the pinky finger that was slowly going back to its proper place. Mrs. Brady finally looked properly terrified.

Arthur waved a hand vaguely toward Noah. "Or, my friend there, Alpha Noah, could loosen your lips."

Noah obliged, letting his wolf push forward until he was a nudge away from shifting. A growl shook his chest. He didn't have to try hard to look scary, his scars and his size alone usually scared humans. But when the wolf looked at them through his eyes, the couple lost the last drop of blood in their faces.

Senator Brady broke first.

"I did nothing wrong," he started. His wife put a hand on his forearm, her face alarmed, but he shook her hold off and scooted forward. "Lord Arthur, I only did what he told me to do. I couldn't refuse. He was immortal and-"

"Let's start by telling me who this mysterious immortal is."

Senator Brady opened his lips, but no sound came out.

"We can't tell you," Mrs. Brady said tightly. "He made sure of it."

"When I catch Blazius, I'll make sure he can never hex someone again," Arthur mumbled, irritated. The couple looked shocked that Arthur mentioned Blazius.

"Let's skip over his identity then," Arthur said. "Why don't you share with us what he had you do? Start from the beginning."

It was like a dam broke. Once Senator Brady started talking, he couldn't stop. His wife looked both shocked and scared. But she shouldn't be scared of Blazius when Arthur was right in front of her.

What he admitted to matched some of what they found in Lydia's files, at least what they had read through. Senator Brady, however, was with Blazius longer than Lydia was involved.

"He had me securing him locations, warehouses, apartment buildings, hospitals-"

"Hospitals?" Noah asked. Lillian froze and looked at him.

"Yes, hospitals," Brady said, his breath catching when he briefly glanced at Noah. "I have no idea what he used them for. But I found him private clinics where a few hours of privacy could be bought."

"I want every single location, every single item you purchased instead of Blazius written down," Arthur said.

"He cannot possibly remember everything," Mrs. Brady said, her hands tightly clasped, white knuckled.

"Oh, I think you would've made a record, Mrs. Brady. You were dealing with a stronger immortal. I'm sure you weren't stupid enough to work with him without some kind of failsafe in place, in case things went sour between you and Blazius."

"No one can make a fail safe against immortals."

"Noah," Lillian whispered, running her finger down the spine of a poetry book. They shared a look. The volume was thin and worn down, leather bound with a cursive lettering on the spine. It stood out in the midst of the tomes of economics and politics. Mrs. Brady's pulse jumped.

Noah looked at the human woman. She smoothed her down her lap, the first unnecessary movement he saw of her. Lillian pulled the book out and opened it. Noah looked over her shoulder at the pages. Except there were no pages. The book's inside was carved out, and a flash drive was tucked in, glimmering a steely blue.

"Poetry, my ass," Lillian mumbled.

"I think we found the failsafe, Arthur," Noah said.

*** **** ***

Lillian squeezed her hands around the cup. The warmth of the drink burned her hands and Lillian wished it would spread to her chest. She felt cold to her bones.

Noah and Arthur were coordinating with Elle's friend hacker, compiling all their results from Lydia's files and the Senator's records.

Lillian had left them to it and went to sit by herself in the corner. She couldn't help with much. They would need resources and people out on the field in order to check all the locations the records showed, all the purchases Brady had made in Blazius' stead, and take into custody all the people, human and immortal, who had been involved in Blazius' scheme over the past few decades.

What they found in the Senator's flash drive was more than records, though. They found voice recordings and videos. It seemed every time Brady purchased or secured a location for Blazius, he installed security cameras in order to film what happened there. However, most of the recordings were partly useless, because Blazius, like most immortals, used magic spells in order to disrupt human technology around him. However, they still had some shots.

Brady also recorded every phone call and every email between them. Through them, they found out that the very first few years, it was Brady's wife who communicated with the immortals. It seemed she wanted to launch her husband's political career so badly she enlisted the help of immortals. Lillian didn't know whether that was stupid or smart.

They'd left the senator and his wife to Arthur's people in Washington. They would be held accountable for their crimes in aiding Blazius. Lillian didn't know if they would be subjected to human law or immortal justice, but she had a feeling Arthur would make them regret everything.

Lillian looked at her faint reflection in the window. The sky was lighting up into a dim gray.

"Care for some company?"

She looked at Elle and smiled, waving her into the seat in front of her. She sat down with a weary sigh and rubbed the eye under the patch. "I can't wait for it to grow back fully. It itches like hell."

"How long until then?"

"Arthur said it's going to be another month or two before it's fully healed," she waved at her face. "The lovely scars will take longer to fade, I'm afraid."

Lillian wondered if she was bothered by them. There were burn scars on one side of her face and many other lines a shade or two darker than her fair skin. She wondered at the strength of this small woman, everything she'd been through. Elle pulled out a dagger and played it between her fingers.

"Is that silver?" Lillian asked, eager to get out of her own head.

"Yes," Elle said, looking down at the knife as it blurred in her hand.

"I don't think I'll ever be as talented as you in handling weapons."

Elle chuckled. "Well, I don't shift into a wolf, so... Besides, I grew up with a sword instead of toys. I've carried blades for as long as I could remember."

Lillian gave a slow nod, curious about Elle's past.

"Back there..." Elle started, looking at Lillian with a bright green eye. "Why were you surprised to hear about the hospitals Brady rented for Blazius?"

Lillian looked at her. She didn't know if Elle or Arthur knew. But for some reason, she found herself telling Elle. It was time to stop guarding that night as if it was a shameful secret. It was shameful, but not for her. She was a victim and she needed to come to terms with what happened to her, to accept that what happened was not right, no matter what other people said.

"I only remember distinct memories from the night the twins were conceived," Lillian said, forcing herself not to look down or away. She had nothing to be ashamed of. "I was unconscious, well, partly. I remember the man's eyes, a distinctive hazel, the smell of hospitals, the coldness. At first, I thought the hospital scent did not make any sense, but now..."

"It does now," Elle said. "Knowing that Blazius had ordered it, that it was part of an experiment, he might have wanted it to be done in a sterile and safe environment, particularly if it was done in tandem with some kind of spell he was testing."

Lillian's shoulders eased. She was glad Elle didn't linger on the fact that she was raped, didn't question her about it. Elle looked at her and smiled.

"If you want help taking care of the bastard, I'm glad to help with anything, cutting a few body parts, digging a grave, anything you need."

Lillian couldn't help her own smile. "I might need help cutting a certain body part. I might need you to hold it."

Elle fake gagged. "That is disgusting. I could just burn it, if you want. But if you really want to cut it, I guess I can hold it," she lowered her voice, her eye twinkling. "Although I don't know how Arthur will feel about me holding another man's weenie."

Lillian snorted, then laughed, Elle joining her. She was aware of Noah and Arthur pausing in their tasks and looking at them. Elle made grabby fingers with her hand and a cutting gesture, and Lillian exploded in laughter again. It was silly, and it felt so good to laugh about it. The weight of the impending encounter lessened a bit.

The sun was safely out of the horizon when Arthur and Elle dropped off Lillian and Noah in Arthur's holding cells in the neutral woods near Noah's pack territory.

They found Harvey there with a few vampires. Harvey looked frazzled, a phone in his ear, his tie loosened and his suit crumpled. His face looked like murder. It was Lillian's first time seeing him not put together.

He held up a finger towards them and spoke furiously on his phone.

After a minute, he hung up and cursed. He gave Lillian an apologetic look. "My apologies for the language."

"That's okay. Bad day?"

"Oh, it's going to be a bad year," he said, running his hand through his hair.

"Arthur filled you in?" Noah asked.

"Yes. We're running every resource we have in catching the involved immortals, securing the locations in the records you've got from the senator and Lillian's friend," Harvey said, shaking his head. "It's going to be a raging mess sorting through all of it if we don't get hold of Blazius. He's the headmaster of it all."

"No luck locating him yet?" Noah asked.

"Not yet." Harvey shook his head. "Enough about that. You're not here to hear about this. You should go inside. Albert's son, Ashton, is waiting."

Ashton. Lillian finally had a name. She didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing.

Lillian took a deep breath, it shuddered down her lungs. Harvey preceded them into the stocky, gray stone building. It was a one floor structure that looked worn out with age and eaten by the woods around it.

They went inside, Lillian's vision allowing her to see clearly despite the darkness. Dust covered the ground, every corner was webbed and grass burst from the stone on the floor and the walls, nature finding purchase and taking back the parts of the woods the building had claimed.

They went down.

The stairs elicited memories of the club, but this time Lillian was on the side of the captors instead of being a prisoner. She followed Harvey's lean frame, Noah's presence a physical warmth behind her, steeling her for the meeting. Her heart raced, and her stomach twisted unpleasantly as Harvey stopped at a door. Lillian fisted her shaking hands. Harvey fished out a key and opened the door. The heavy metal groaned, swinging inside the dark room.

The scent of a male wolf, sweat and the sharp sting of silver burned Lillian's nose. Harvey stepped aside, and Lillian had her first view of the room.

Hazel eyes.

The familiarity of those eyes struck Lillian like lightning, rooting her in her spot.

The man's features came into focus, and for the first time, the memory in her mind, of him hovering over her and of the stinging pain, finally took shape. Like she had been too close to a picture before and all she had been able to see were smudges of color, but now she had stepped back to see the whole image.

The man on the chair looked like he'd been starving. His collar bones stuck out, his cheeks hollowed and his eyes sunken. The t-shirt that hung off his frame might have been white at some point, but was now a ragged gray, cut in places and spotted in blood in others. Thick chains wrapped his frame to the chair.

In a fair world, the twins wouldn't have inherited anything of this bastard. But Lillian could see the shape of his lips in them, the arch of his eyebrow, the slight curl of his hair.

And it made her angry.

The fear, the stress, the anxiety this meeting had caused her all melded together into an ugly twist of emotions that bloomed into fury.

The man smiled. "Oh, oh, oh, look who's here!" He said, he swallowed, his throat dry and his voice rough. "Long time no see, doll."

Noah's threatening growl broke the freezing spell on Lillian like glass. She strode forward, her steps firm and her breathing ragged. Her wolf snarled viciously.

Slap.

The bastard's head snapped to the side with a crack. Lilian's palm stung. She flexed her hand. His cheek bled from her claws. She wanted to make him bleed further. The scent of his blood awakened the violent urges of her wolf. He deserved it.

He turned his face towards her again. This time, Lillian fisted her hand and put her body into it the way Kate had taught her, punching him in the jaw so hard the sound of cracking bones echoed in the dingy cell. Her hand hurt like hell, but it was worth it.

He groaned, slowly facing her. Blood and the beginning of a bruise on his face gave Lillian courage. He was chained, bleeding and weak. He couldn't hurt her. And he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again.

"So you remember me?" She said, her voice unexpectedly calm.

He raised his eyes her way and gave her a wild grin. "Of course I do. I don't remember you being so feisty, but then again, you were out of it." His grin turned manic, and Lillian saw in his eyes the pure delight of remembering that night. "I had fun. I begged them to keep you awake, but they didn't want to risk you remembering stuff you're not supposed to-"

Noah was moving toward him. Ashton's eyes snapped to Noah, showing the first hint of fear.

"Noah," Lillian whispered in his mind. He stopped, freezing just a few feet from Ashton. His body was coiled, his muscles strung tight, and his breathing was loud. His anger was a heavy fog in the room.

Lillian let it run over her, relished in the way it made her feel safe, it fed her own fury and courage.

Ashton's lips twitched upward in an ugly sneer. He laughed, the sound shrill and crazed, and met Lillian's eyes. "I guess you found someone who doesn't mind broken toys."

He was pure evil. Some people are bad, some are worse. Some people justify their crimes by flimsy excuses, and try to find reason in their wrongdoings. Some people are pure evil. They know what they do is wrong, they enjoy it and they don't even try to justify it.

This bastard was one of them. And Lillian was so glad of it. It freed her of the guilt and the shame, and put down any hesitation she had about hurting him. He deserved it, and she would make sure he regretted the day he thought he could hurt a woman with no repercussions.

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