Eira awoke to glowering eyes staring her down.

Startled, she yelped in fear before scrambling to get off the bed. As expected, feeling threatened did nothing to help coordinate her balance. She tried to get away as quickly as she could but her feet got twisted in the cotton sheets, and she fell to the ground. The bed was nearly half her height, and the floor was levelled with unfinished wood. Needless to say, it hurt like a bitch.

She let out a groan, before she hastily untangled herself and stood on her feet, her defenses up. Her body was running on pure adrenaline, and she was prepared to take on whatever–to fight until the end.

Her newfound courage wavered the instant her gaze landed on Kai, who stood on the other side of the bed, glaring daggers in her direction. His hands were jammed into the pant pockets of his navy-blue suit. It took her a moment to confirm that she was actually awake, and this wasn't just another one of her nightmares.

"What the hell?!" Eira screamed once the shock faded. The terror bubbling within swiftly vanished and she matched his angry stare. "You freaking scared the life out of me!"

"Quit being dramatic," Kai snapped. "You're dead."

"And you're a creep!" she shot back.

"Where were you?" he seethed. His eyes turned into the narrow slits she'd grown accustomed to.

Eira tried to play dumb. "Clearly sleeping, you ass!"

"We do not have time for games." Kai's body was shaking, and his hands were balled up into fists. It looked like he was about to blow a fuse. "Where were you?"

She recalled Silas' words. When they'd returned to her room, he was quick to leave, but not before he repeated that she was to tell nobody about him. If she did, he wouldn't be able to see her again. She wanted to ask him why but something about the way he looked at her kept her from talking back. It was like his eyes were beseeching her to understand, to accept his words without questions.

And she did.

"I went out," she answered, keeping her tone even.

"Obviously," he hissed. "How did you get out?"

Eira sighed. "A wisp helped me out."

Kai opened his mouth and then shut it. She saw his knuckles turn white. "Are you stupid? Are you actually stupid?" He approached her and then stopped. Then he opened and closed his mouth again. "Do things I say not get through to you," he hit his temple with two fingers, "or do you choose to ignore them because you are too thick in the head to realize that I am trying to protect you?!"

"If you really cared you would tell me things," she fired back, "and answer my questions, and not just disappear whenever you feel like it!"

"You asked a ridiculous question," he countered.

"I asked you if there was a washroom!"

"You're dead!" he repeated. "Why would you need to use the washroom!?"

"I don't know the fucking rules of being a ghost!"

"A soul," he corrected. It looked like he was trying really hard to stay composed. "You are a soul!"

"What's the difference?!" Eira scoffed. "It's no less a haunting experience, what with you as my freaking Guide."

She didn't know what had come over her. A part of her knew better than to push Kai's buttons. Taunting him would get her nowhere. But the other part did not seem to care. How could he just waltz into the room and treat her like a chewed up piece of gum stuck under his shoe? If he could not act like a decent Guide, in what world did he have the right to ask her anything?

He practically growled. "Forgive me for not wanting to coddle an adult. You have a mind, you should have been able to figure it out. And it seems like you did!"

She followed his gaze and it landed on her nightdress–or rather, a black, short-sleeve nightshirt that ended mid-thigh, and a pair of ankle socks. Immediately, she felt self-conscious in her clothes. Knowing Kai's eyes were lingering on her body felt strange, almost repulsive. It seemed like he felt the same way.

He suddenly averted his eyes, and Eira took that moment to change back into the outfit she'd worn with Silas.

"Yes! I figured it out," she responded, motioning to her new attire. "No thanks to you."

Kai shook his head as though he was above this argument. "What was that about a wisp?"

Eira rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm fine, aren't I?"

Again, Kai opened and closed his mouth. Everytime he did that, he looked like a fish out of water. She had to bite her tongue from snickering.

"We do not have time for this," he finally said, extending his arm. "We have to go. Grab a hold of my hand."

"Where are we going?" she questioned, cautiously reaching out.

"Orientation."

~ooOoo~

The arena was covered with small dunes of blue sand, shimmering against the gray, somber sky like a blanket woven with glitter. In the midst of the enormous terrain laid a flat land coated in a single layer of red soil. Eira found herself standing near the edge of where the two colours came together, alongside six other people. They all stood in a large circle, about ten feet from each other.

Eira searched for Kai, but he was nowhere to be found. Soon, her eyes glazed over the others in the group. She counted four males, and two females. Some appeared older, some younger, while the rest looked like they were roughly the same age as her. Most stood with their arms crossed like she did, and only a few had their hands jammed into their pockets. But as she looked into their eyes, she found the one thing they all had in common. They looked as uncertain as she felt.

Suddenly, a tiny twister slowly took form in the center of the circle. It moved in the air like mellow waves, glowing from within like a beam of light, reflecting the pale ominous clouds lingering above. What started as a gentle whistle soon turned into intense howling. Before long, the gathering windstorm blew outward, striking everything in its path. With clenched eyes and feet firmly planted on the ground, Eira used her hands to shield her face against the flying grains of sand.

It only lasted a few seconds. And it did not hurt, but it left her feeling completely frazzled.

As Eira looked up, her gaze fell on Opal's pearly white smile. The woman looked exactly as she had before. Graceful, powerful and unbelievably beautiful. She was hovering in the air, right where the twister once stood, garbed in a full-length, silken scarlet gown that spread out into the open. The wind surrounded her, pushing her long hair back, and evoking ripples to flow down to the hem of her dress. A golden aura enveloped the silhouette of her body, emanating from within. She looked even more so like a goddess, and Eira was hypnotized.

In fact, everyone was hypnotized. They stood with their mouths gaping open.

"Welcome," Opal warmly greeted, making eye contact with everyone in arena. Her voice was just as whimsical as Eira remembered. "I know you must have questions. Now, let me tell you, this is not how we introduce an Animus–you–" she motioned to everyone, "to their new lives. Normally, we have our wonderful Guides offer the necessary information, brief you in on our history of creation as well as, explain the code of conduct henceforth. But this time, we have decided to do it a little differently.

"In an attempt to not overwhelm our Guides, while still providing you with the answers you seek, I believe mass orientations are the best way to address the situation in whole. If you need further clarification, you may certainty ask your Guides to elaborate on anything I share with you today. But allow me to emphasize one thing. Not all your questions will be answered. Some things must remain arcane. Other things cannot be explained. So please do not take your frustrations out on our Guides," she shot Eira a knowing look. "They do as they are told. As do I. It is the way of life, and it is something we must all accept.

"Now then, let us discuss this realm and your trials. As you have all been told, upon your arrival, you are in Ethereal. This realm behaves as the middle between eternal bliss and eternal damnation. But, you know it as Heaven and Hell. However, unlike Earth, this is a fluid realm. Nothing is tangible, nothing is definite. Such a realm has no constrictions, thus in it exists an expansive amount of power, power you refer to as magic."

Opal cupped her hands, and put one over the other until a ball of energy materialized. As she moved her hands closer and then further apart, the ball changed structure, stretching and compressing on command. The moment she pulled her hands away entirely, it disappeared. "It is really easy to manipulate matter," she explained, "as matter is a form of energy." Without notice, Opal disappeared from the center. "And energy is all around us," her voice echoed from nowhere in particular. "It is flexible and malleable, but to make use of it, you need to believe that you hold the power to manipulate it. It sounds easy, but I assure you, it is not. In fact," Opal suddenly appeared in front of Eira, "give it a try. Hold your hands out as I did, and bring the energy to life."

Eira froze. She could feel everyone's eyes on her.

"You can do it," Opal encouraged. "Just believe in yourself. Feel the energy pulsing inside of you, and let it flow through your soul."

Eira took a breath, then brought her palms out and placed one hand over the other just as Opal had. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to believe in the magic she had literally witnessed seconds before. But she couldn't do it. She stared at Opal, unable to form words. Eira felt like a loser. A failure.

The woman gave her a small smile.

"Do not be disheartened." Opal turned away from her, and began walking the curve of the circle, meeting the eyes of the six other souls. "These trials seek to help you uncover who you truly are. They aim to help you see your true potential. You are all here because you have unfinished business. For whatever reason, you have committed suicide. You have belittled the most precious gift bestowed upon you by our Goddess. So, yes, I suppose you may see these trials as a form of punishment. But I would rather you see them for what they truly are. A second chance. An opportunity to redeem yourself, to see your potential, to find your eternal bliss.

"Souls that cannot recognize their worth suffer. And their suffering changes them. Turns them dark, permanently strips them of their light. Eternal damnation is simply the aftermath. It was not a place one would be confined to. At least not in the past. It was...chaos. That is, until chaos wanted to grow stronger. Not change, but grow into more chaos. Souls that cannot better themselves seek to tear others down. To destroy the light. They did not understand that without light, darkness cannot exist. Everything needs balance. So if you fail your trials, you show me that you are unable to grow."

Opal stopped in front of Eira, as she finished circulating. Gone was the sweet woman who comforted her after Kai's awful mind games. Instead, Opal stood tall, oozing with unimaginable amounts of authority. Eira nearly shuddered underneath her hard gaze.

"Please," Opal said as she walked back to the center of the ring. "Take one small step back."

Everyone complied simultaneously, stepping onto the edge of the circle. The ground felt softer, more pliable than before. In the next moment, a black line formed in the middle of her feet, and expanded until it brought the circle to life. The darkness flared up like flames, encompassing all seven of them in its embrace. Again, it did not hurt. Eira hardly felt a thing.

Opal brought her hands out in front of her and slowly spun around. Air blew out of her palms like a garden hose, dousing the raging fire surrounding them.

"Look down," she said.

Eira's eyes landed on a black flush marker with a bright red border. As she read what was written, she realized she was standing in front of her tombstone. Engraved on it was her name, her birth date and the date of her death. But it also mentioned how she had died. It read: Under the influence of alcohol, Eira jumped off the Brooklyn bridge in New York and drowned to death.

Well that was bluntly put, Eira grimly thought.

"Your gravestones are belted with a colour," Opal said. "That colour represents the number of times you have been to Ethereal. You see, an animus has seven chances to realize their potential. This means you may, or may not, have lived seven lifetimes. The type of trials you will face, along with its level of difficulty, will depend entirely on how many times you have been to this realm.

"The first time an Animus enters this realm, there is only one trial, and the trial is straightforward. You face your biggest grievance, the one thing holding you back, and if you succeed, you can move on. The second time, there are two trials. The third time, there are three, and so forth. One trial per lifetime. Each trial will highlight your nightmare, the one thing you must overcome to find peace. As the trials accumulate, you must pass the majority of them. This means if you have only lived two human lifetimes, you must pass each trial. If you have only lived four lifetimes, you can afford to fail one trial, and one trial only. During your fifth and sixth visit, you are permitted to fail two of your trials. And during your seventh visit, you must pass four of the seven trials.

"It may seem unfair that a soul who has failed many times receives more chances to pass their trials. But believe me, their trials are more complicated. Their tests will be webbed with memories of their former lives, memories they do not remember. And because we want to see you all succeed, we must provide you with the opportunity to succeed."

Eira glanced at her tombstone, which was bordered with frightening shade of red. She instantly recalled Kai's statement. He wasn't surprised that she was back. She had disregarded his words, chalked it up to his anger talking. But Opal's speech had her worried. This clearly wasn't her first time. Was it her second, or had she been here more than a few times?

Her eyes trailed the curve of the circle, and all the Animus wore the same expression as her.

"In order to remain just upon your return," Opal continued, "a new Guide is appointed by the Council of Celessorcials, the elders of Ethereal. Since Guides do not lose their memories..., it helps to prevent resentment, and to, of course, optimize your experience in Ethereal." Eira frowned. It was hard to believe that she had no history with Kai. "Your Guides will act like your confidants. They will do everything in their power to guide you in the right direction, to help ease your struggle."

Eira nearly snorted. It was hard to believe that she had no history with Kai, much less the fact that Kai was supposedly doing everything in his power to help her. He'd made it abundantly clear that he did not like her. Perhaps it was time Eira spoke to Opal about it.

"However, if you do not have the will to succeed, there is nothing more we can do to help you," Opal deadpanned. "While the Council gives an Animus the benefit of the doubt, we must see your efforts. If you fail your trials the first time, you are given six more chances. You will be reincarnated as a human. You will experience a whole new life. A life where the only thing that may hold you back are the struggles written for you and the struggles you failed to face in your previous life. As you can imagine, every life onwards is a greater burden than the last. If you overcome those struggles, and live through the life meant for you, you will move on. You will find peace. But if you succumb to the darkness during your human life, you will die a damned soul.

"The same thing applies if you fail your trials during your seventh lifetime. You will be sent to the Underworld, a realm filled with those eternally damned. You will be trapped amongst the condemned souls, those who have failed their trails and those who have committed heinous acts. Much like chaos, you will wallow in the darkness, taunted by the miseries of your past, until that is all that is left of you."

Goosebumps ran up her arms, and Eira involuntarily shivered. As much as she'd tried to block the memories of the night before, her mind pushed the thought of the Jho to the front.

"Now that you know of the trials, would you like to hear where you stand?" Opal asked, twirling in place.

She waited, but no one spoke up.

Eira, for one, did not want to know. As much as she hated to admit it, she was afraid of the answer. When they had first told her of eternal damnation, she didn't really think much of it. It didn't sound frightening. It sounded...not great, but she assumed it couldn't have been worse than her life on Earth. She was living in hell anyway. How much worse could it have really been? But the Underworld. That was a different ballgame.

When no one responded, Opal kept going. "Well, since there are no objections...it will be said in order, beginning with your first lifetime to your last. Green," Opal started, and Eira bit her inner lip. "Silver." Eira's heart began racing, as Opal continued, "violet," and Eira took a deep breath, trying to calm her spastic nerves. "Yellow," Opal said, and Eira's her body began shaking with anxiety. She bit her lip harder, but it did little to help her calm down. "Brown," her eyes landed on Eira and instantly Eira's breath hitched, "orange," Eira's mind grew faint, "and, red."

It was like a building collapsed on her. Like her mind, her sanity, had shattered into a million pieces. Like a cloud of despair rained acidic tears into her soul, destroying her from within.

This was Eira's seventh visit. Her last chance.

"I know it must be difficult for some of you to see where you currently stand," Opal said. "But I do believe it is best if you know. And remember this, when you go through your trials, whether it is your first attempt, or your last, you will be given the same opportunity to succeed. Now then," she continued, "do you have any questions?"

Again, no one said anything. Eira had questions. So many questions. But she didn't want to speak up. She wanted to talk to Opal alone.

"I do," a boy said. Eira's eyes landed on a pale, scrawny boy with thick-framed glasses, and orange curls. He stood across from her, and had his left hand raised in the air as you would in school. He looked like a nerdy teenager.

Opal turned around to face him. Her voice grew soft as she asked, "Yes, Kyle?"

Kyle looked entranced by Opal. "Why seven? Why are there seven chances, and seven people in this circle? Is seven a special number?"

"I am glad you asked," she answered. "Yes, seven is a unique number. It represented the hope our Goddess had for the humankind upon its creation. She has created so much, but the humans were Her last and most precious achievement. Her other creations had magic, and immortality, but only the humankind possess the ability to be as powerful as Her one day.

"She bestowed mortality upon humans, but issued a failsafe, a gift, you know as reincarnation. If a human life was displeasing, the Goddess allowed a total of seven attempts, to emulate the seven chakras within a human. If you master these chakras, you can be as powerful as Her. But I am getting ahead of myself. To master chakras, and embody your full potential, you must first see your true potential. Right now, you have mastered none of the seven. But every soul has the potential to unlock a chakra.

"Who knows," she winked in Eira's direction, "this time around, you may even pass the trials and move on as a master of a chakra, or two."

Eira had read about chakras in her high school Religion class–as far as she remembered, it was a concept practiced by Hinduism and Tantric Buddhism. She didn't think it was real. But with everything Opal said, she questioned everything she once knew. Starting with the fact that a Goddess had created humanity.

"So God is a woman?" an bearded man asked in a french accent, voicing Eira's thoughts. His round eyes squinted questioningly, revealing his crow's feet. He was definitely the oldest of the group, with his peppery hair, and receding hairline.

"Oh, no, Luis," Opal said. "Our creator is Energy in its purest form, who had taken the form of a woman by the name Celessia. That is why we refer Her..., as, well, Her."

"Sooo, why seven in a group?" Kyle asked, adjusting his glasses. "And also, where is this Celessia?"

Opal smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. "Each Guide is appointed seven animus," Opal snapped her fingers, and Kai appeared by her side. His face was expressionless. But as she took in the others in the group, she saw their faces light up. They all seemed more at ease in his presence. Eira instantly felt betrayed. While Kai owed her nothing, just the thought of him being a better, kinder, Guide to the others did not sit well with her. "The only reason why you have been grouped together is because Kai is your Guide." She took a breath. "As for our Goddess...She is not present. But She is everywhere. In Her place, the Council of Celessorcials makes decisions. And as the oldest beings in the universe, we must abide by their decisions. And, I, as their Vox, their voice, shall relay their messages, their commandments, onto you."

"Wait so, are there more of us?" An Asian girl standing to Eira's right questioned. She had straight black hair, and ridiculously flawless skin. "Where are the other souls?"

"I was hoping someone would ask." She smiled, baring her teeth.

Opal closed her eyes and hugged the air before resting her hands on her shoulders. Slowly, she dragged her fingers down the length of her arms and opened them. In the blink of an eye, Eira was surrounded by countless souls. Perhaps hundreds of thousands. Some Animus were literally standing in Eira's place, but she could not feel them. They stood like fragments of their former human selves, seemingly oblivious to her, as though lost in their own worlds. The entire arena grew crowded, covered with thousands of seven-member circles. Eira stayed absolutely still, watching the souls standing on top of her shift in their place. She felt uncomfortable and claustrophobic.

Just as quick as they had appeared, they disappeared.

Eira let out a breath of relief.

"Time is subjective in Ethereal," Opal explained. Eira remembered Silas, and how he had said the same thing. A part of Eira wished Silas was her Guide. "The souls you have just seen are in the middle of their orientation. Every passing moment, there is a constant flow of souls entering and departing Ethereal. When you are in the middle, in limbo, time essentially stands still. So your Guide, and I, along with those working in Ethereal, are able to be in more than one place at a time. It helps to facilitate the process. Does that answer your question, Jieka?" Opal asked the Asian girl.

Jieka nodded, clearly still awestruck.

The boy standing in between Jieka and Kyle spoke up. His skin was as dark as a starless night sky. But his eyes were the most chilling of blues. "Can I ask a question?"

"Of course, Darryl," Opal urged.

Darryl shifted from one foot to the other. "Could you, um, explain the trails more and also what you mean by eternal damnation...'cause I don't get it. We're already dead, no?"

Eira looked at Kai, but his face remained neutral. There were no snarky remarks, no scoffs, nothing. He stood by Opal in complete silence, with his hands jammed in his pant pockets.

"Very well," Opal answered. "I will show you."

The black fire was back, engulfing them in their wicked embrace. Unlike before, Eira felt heat radiating from each flame, warming her soul.

"This fire does not burn you now. But if you encounter it during your trials, it will feel like this," Opal said. The next moment, Eira let out a blood-curdling scream. The fire attacked her body, sucking the life out of her. She tried to move but her feet were stuck to the ground. The heat was excruciating. It scorched her body, charing her skin. She couldn't explain the sensation. It was somewhere between being skinned alive and suffocating to death. Once the smoke entered her lungs, she tried to cough, but she couldn't. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. All she could do was dry heave while her mind cried out in despair. When she was sure she would soon pass out, the maddening pain vanished.

Eira frantically looked around, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes landed on a woman who looked just as worn as she felt. She stood in between Luis and Kyle, with her hands on her knees, panting for air. Her blonde hair fell over her head as she took in deep breaths.

"I apologize for that," Opal said. "But I hope most of you saw what it looks like from the outside. Would either of you like to elaborate on how it felt? Brooke?"

"Hell!" Brooke huffed, flipped her hair back and glaring at Opal.

Opal nodded, undaunted by the woman's attitude. "Would you like to say something Eira?"

Eira shook her head. Brooke had summed it up perfectly.

"Okay then." Opal shrugged. "As I have mentioned, we conduct trials so you may move forward, free of your burdens, peaceful and content with your life. Therefore, your test will consist of you facing your problems, your grief. For example...," her voice trailed off until her eyes locked onto the eyes of the man standing to Eira's left. "Samuel!" Opal exclaimed, and then clapped her hands together.

An older man took apparition in front of Samuel. He wore a three-piece suit and a bowler hat. Eira couldn't see his face, but he had a brown complexion.

The colour instantly drained from Samuel's face. As Eira continued staring at him, she noticed him trembling underneath the man's looming shadow.

"Pop?" Samuel asked. She recognized the uncertainty dancing in his dark pupils. It was the same uncertainty she had felt in Al's presence.

"Ey, look who it is!" the man exclaimed in a deep, Italian-Brooklyn accent. He slapped Samuel's back with great force. Judging from his attire, he looked like a Brooklyn mobster. "Little Sammy, all grown up 'n crap. You think you're a big boy, eh? You think you're some hot shot? 'Cause you got away from that rut of a life, eh?" The man approached Samuel, his face inches from his son. "You think you're the man now dont'cha?" He pushed Samuel back, and Samuel fell onto the ground. The man grabbed Samuel by his shirt collar and pulled him back up only to push him away. "C'mon tough guy, where's that big mouth of yours? Jesus Christ, you seriously crying right now?" Eira's eyes snapped to Samuel's face. Sure enough, he was crying. "Fuck me, boy, you're all talk ain't ya? Fuckin' disgrace! The least you can do for your old man is act like a fucking man!" The man began screaming at Samuel, jabbing him with his finger and throwing out more profanities. "C'mon, big guy, answer me!" He pulled a gun out and held it to Samuel. "Or better yet, show me."

Samuel swatted the gun away. His father quickly shoved it to Samuel's head and removed the safety. He pushed the gun against Samuel's forehead and Samuel cowered underneath. His sobs grew louder.

Eira could feel his pain. Her eyes darted to Opal who looked on with a grim expression. Kai stood behind her, looking as indifferent as ever. Eira tried to run to help Samuel, but again, she couldn't move.

"Stop him!" Eira pleaded. Kai's gaze landed on her, he wore a look of bewilderment. He shook his head ever so slightly. She wanted to argue, to scream at him, but she couldn't open her mouth. Kai discreetly brought his index finger to his lips and shot her a you-better-shut-up look.

Eira sighed. It wasn't like she had much of a choice. She couldn't believe she was supposed to let the sickening scene play out. Real or not, it was still causing Samuel pain.

"C'mon tough guy," the man challenged. He took Samuel's hand, wrapped the gun around his fingers, and held it to his own head. "Pull the fucking trigger, son. Show your old man what you're all about."

"No!" Samuel begged. "Please, pop. I'm sorry!"

"Pull the fucking trigger!" His father repeated. "Or you gonna go lock yourself in the fucking bathroom again and OD like a pussy?!" he used his free hand to jab a finger on Samuel's head. "Huh, big boy?!"

"I'm sorry!" Samuel cried.

"Pull the trigger!" The man yelled repeatedly. "Pull the trigger!"

His voice kept growing louder and louder until it consumed the arena. Eira's body trembled with anger. How could the man be so cruel, and to his son? She wanted Samuel to fight back. But she knew how easy it was to just accept the pain. She'd been there before. More times than she'd like to admit.

Eira closed her eyes, and clenched her hand, wanting more than anything for the man to disappear. The yelling continued, until a gunshot was heard, followed by complete silence. Eira opened her eyes and saw Samuel on the ground, frozen in a state of shock. Before him laid the corpse of his father, with a bullet wound to the head.

Opal snapped her fingers and the man dissolved into nothingness. She walked over to Samuel and caressed his brown hair. He looked up to her, his lips quivering.

"Shh," Opal soothed. "It's okay. It was not real, Samuel."

Samuel blinked several times, before he got back onto his feet. But his expression had darkened, and he stood still, frigid.

"I believe the orientation has come to an end," Kai said. He looked annoyed.

"Yes, almost," Opal stalled. "Let me answer his question." She turned her attention from Samuel to Darryl. "Yes, child, you are dead. Yes, you can no longer die. But that does not mean you cannot be hurt. Your human life on Earth was just a phase, a chance for you to grow. This is where your life will begin...or end. Take your trials seriously. You will face your greatest fears. Do not succumb to the darkness, " her eyes flickered over Samuel's concrete face, "and understand that the pain you may feel during your trials, and the type of trials you will face do not compare to what eternal damnation holds.

"With those words, I leave you in the capable hands of Kaiambe. I wish you the best in your journey, Animus. Until we meet again. May Celessia be with you."

The moment Opal disappeared, Kai took her place in the center.

"Well," he said, with a shrug, "let the trials begin."

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