The pair sank quietly into the depths of the well in the sealed air barrier provided by Lina’s Ray Wing. All around them was pitch-black; the only light was a meager green glow from Xelloss’s staff. Lina was conserving her own magical energy for what may come...
          They both gazed anxiously down below them in the direction they were travelling. The air was tense. Lina was nearly back-to-back with Xelloss, ready to react at any given moment. Xelloss was in the same position, but he was also busily studying the walls of the well, unsure what the hieroglyphics meant.
          "Xelloss," Lina’s voice rang out, now firm and strong like the usual determined sorceress, and completely the opposite from the Lina she had been just moments ago.
          "Hmm?"
          "Do you have any idea why-" her question was cut off by the shrill shriek that escaped her lips. She backed up into Xelloss, eyes ridden with fear and horror. "What is that?" Her legs trembled and she looked ready to scream. Xelloss promptly covered her eyes, holding her close to protect her from possible harm.
          The walls of the well were lined with glowing souls and specters, all moaning in agony and reaching out in attempts to grab onto Lina or Xelloss. Though it all seemed to just be one big, awful illusion, the smell of rotting flesh and bones and the sight of peeling skin was enough to make any person vomit.
          Xelloss was more than surprised. The elaborate detail and grotesque of the illusion was definitely not Dolphin’s style. In fact...the overall feeling of the place proved to be highly uncharacteristic of the Dark Lord. No matter...it was just some disturbing scenery they would have to deal with until they reached their destination...
          Another unsettling scream pierced through the air. If it was from Lina or not, he could not tell, but he felt the fiery sorceress being pulled from the safety of his arms. He quickly grasped her hands but was shocked to find hundreds of souls pulling on Lina’s legs and taking her from the safety of the Ray Wing.
          What was even more astonishing was that Xelloss himself could not fight back – their strength was too much and his mazoku powers had no effect whatsoever.
          In a split second, Lina’s hands were torn from his. As the specters covered her feeble body, Xelloss could see his name form on her lips...
          Her outstretched hand was the last thing he saw, then all faded to black.

          "Dolphin-sama," Tsunami stated habitually as she made her presence beside the sub-lord.
          "How are they? Xelloss and his pet, I mean." She was feeding the fish surrounding her in the water with fresh, live bait, and the fish in turn swam in circles around her, excited from the food. Her lengthy, thread-like hair floated in the water like the webbing of a spider’s web. She, too, had the Sign in her eyes.
          "Everything is as expected. Xelloss is floating our way. His pet will soon come in contact with the Eye of Deceit and Faery’s Tear shortly..." At the last concept, Tsunami smirked.
          Dolphin smiled at the information, gently stroking a random fish she picked out. Suddenly, her eyes widened and her grin grew, and she grabbed the fish, snatching it up in one hand. The other fish around her scurried away in fear as she crushed the one she had in the palm of her hand sadistically. Her loud, child-like shrieks of laughter filled the seas...

          It was pitch-black.
          "Xelloss?"
          No answer. All that could be heard was a strident silence. Even her voice only seemed to carry a few mere inches in front of her, despite shouting at the top of her lungs. Her throat soon ached, feeling as though a fire had lit up inside and was slowly charring the inner walls. Her fingers gently massaged it on the outside, though it provided little, if any relief. She needed water.
          As though someone was reading her thoughts at that very moment, Lina could suddenly hear the far-off sound of rushing water. In an act of caution, she held her hands out in front of her as she walked in that direction to hopefully prevent running into any large objects of any sort. What she wasn’t expecting, however, was falling over the edge into some body of water a few minutes later. She reached back for the ledge...
          And felt absolutely nothing solid.
          It was still pitch-black.
          Smacking herself in the face, she wondered why she hadn’t attempted a light spell beforehand. She lifted one of her hands above the water and chanted the short spell mentally.
          "Lighting."
          A tiny spark flickered in the palm of her hand, providing a split second of sight, then all returned to black.
          Okay. Whatever was restricting her voice also restricted her power. Great.
          On a lighter note, she did spot a ledge in front of her that she could climb up on.
          Lina climbed out of the water and rested for a bit, calming her panicked heartbeat from the fall. She frowned at the weight of her wet cape and wrung it out in frustration. Tossing the length of it out behind her after she was satisfied with its weight, she stood up, but unfortunately the cave wasn’t quite as high as she suspected, so her head collided with the ceiling. She cursed and bent down, rubbing the quickly swelling bump on her head.
          It was then that the thought registered itself in her brain. Water!
          She immediately turned around and dunked her face in, gulping down gallons of the cool, refreshing water. After she felt she had her fill, she pulled her face out and sighed contently, paying no mind to the question of whether the liquid was clean or not.
          She scrubbed the slime and grime off her hands and gloves, pulled them back on, then continued walking.
          The ground was loose yet hard, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was walking on after seeing what she had just a while ago. Pinching her nose and breathing through her mouth, she tried to push back thoughts to keep her dinner from coming up. Things couldn’t possibly get worse...could they?
          As if someone were still reading her thoughts, she tripped over something large and fell prostrate on the bones. She nearly puked as she got up, and she could feel the blood drain from her face as something slithered over her leg. Shivers ran up and down her spine, and suddenly the air felt a lot colder than it had been just moments ago. The longing for a companion doubled, and her heart felt as though it were trying to leap out of her chest in fear. Things had definitely grown worse.
          She gulped, and as her last hope shouted once more. "Xelloss!"
          However, this time, her voice echoed far and wide, decreasing in volume each time it was repeated. As the last "Xelloss!" faded, a blinding blaze of light flooded the room, forcing Lina’s eyes shut.

          Xelloss’s consciousness woke to a girl’s voice. Lina? No, the voice was slightly higher. Who was it, then?
          He slowly moved his aching head, looking around through his customary slit eyes. He noticed a tank with...fish inside? Above that was...
          Oh dear, this was not going well.
          He also noticed then that he was chained against the wall, crucifix-style, and for some reason he couldn’t use the astral plane to get out.
          That surely was a problem.
          "How long have you four been...hanging around?" Xelloss inquired. He couldn’t hold back from using a pun there, even though it wasn’t the proper time or place for it.
          Rosa rolled her eyes. "Long enough," she answered with a sigh. Tsurugi had left shortly after putting him up. He himself had been dragged into the room, dripping wet, unconscious. Rosa, or any of the others for that matter, hadn’t paid attention to where Xelloss had come from. They only knew Tsurugi carried him into the room with the aid of her magic.
          "Do you remember the way in?" Zelgadiss interrogated, hoping to figure a way out from the information.
          He furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought. "I remember entering this place through the fountain with Lina..."
          All four heads piped up at the mention of her name. "Lina/Lina-san!"
          "Then there’s still hope..." Ameria concluded with a sigh of relief.
          Gourry seemed to be following the conversation for once. "But where is she now?" the inevitable question came, out of the mouth that had been least expected.
          Xelloss’s head dropped as he remembered what had happened. "Lina-san was separated from me along the way... I had assumed she was taken captive..."
          All hope seemed to vanish from the room then, and the atmosphere darkened immediately.

          There was a young lady standing on the beach, staring off into the sunset while humming a soft melody. The last rays of the sun reflected off her hair, tinting it somewhat crimson in shade. The ocean water lapped at her ankles, burying her toes beneath the sand as it rolled back out.
          Where have I seen this before...?
          She turned as she heard a small child calling out her name, running towards her with her hands held out in glee.
          The woman, however, was crying.
          That’s right... I’ve seen this same scene in a previous dream of mine...
          "Indeed you have, Lina-san."
          Who...?
          "I am the soul buried deep within this lost village, the guardian of every soul that once lived here."
          ...Miran?
          "Yes."
          So it wasn’t just another false tale...
          "No, it wasn’t. Come along now, dear." A light, no, an aura took the shape of a woman with long hair, arms open wide in welcome.
          Lina at first was filled with fear as her own conscious was pulled into a golden aura of herself. She moved her legs and arms to and fro, as though she was frantically trying to keep herself from falling. What she realized seconds later was she could control her position in the air simply by willing it. She instantly calmed.
          Miran took both Lina’s hands in hers. Taking a moment to gently caress the sorceress’s hands, she whispered, "I’m sorry."
          Before Lina could react, another bright light engulfed her, blinding her vision once more.

          It wasn’t fair.
          She was only trying to protect a child. It was the human’s fault for invading their sanctuary in the first place.
          Of course, it was still partly her fault for not controlling the extent of her power, but what other choices did she have?
          None.
          And she was banished for it – banished for doing the only thing she could do. Banished for disobeying the law. Banished for saving lives...
          It really wasn’t fair.
          The child and his friends all attended her ceremony of exile. Their faces were all full of grief, guilt, and pity. They knew what was happening, but what could they do about it? They were, after all, just children.
          As was she. That boy was her closest and best friend.
          And the authorities, without thinking once of the reasons, banished her.
          So she was thrown out of the sanctuary she had lived in for all one hundred and three years of her life. The gates shut behind her, never to be opened in her presence again. In bitter remorse, she flew away, her right wing damaged. But she felt no pain at the time, for her thoughts were filled with nothing other than pure, sweet hatred.

          For weeks the little faery flew, unhindered by weather or her physical condition. At last, however, her limit was breached, and she fell like a meteor from the sky into the blue ocean.
          Fortunately, or perhaps, unfortunately, a young man stumbled by her fallen figure on the beach. He seemed no older than eighteen, but no younger than fifteen. He had a lean, muscular, attractive build that made even Lina blush from her spectator’s spot in the air above. His aquamarine hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and a part of it was left down to cover his right eye, similar to Zelgadiss’s hairstyle. The adolescent had no trouble lifting the faery’s frail body into his arms and carried her away with ease. Though, for some odd reason, he didn’t seem to be surprised at all to find a winged figure, much less one unconscious on the beach. Upon closer inspection, Lina quickly learned why.
          The boy was a mazoku. The pupils in his eyes confirmed so.
          As all these factors pieced together to form one complete picture, Lina slowly concluded...
          "This is the past?"
          "Yes."
          "So why are you showing this to me?" Lina asked Miran’s "soul" who was inexplicably watching her from some place she couldn’t quite see. Lina continued to watch the scene unfold below her apathetically as she awaited her answer. The mazoku set young Miran down on a sunny patch of grass, then quickly set up "camp" to make his appearance seem like nothing more than a weary human traveler. There was no doubt in Lina’s mind at the present time that he was up to something, and that the only reason he was able to find her was because of the unadulterated hatred radiating from the misunderstood girl.
          "You’ll see... It will be clear to you why I am giving you this...warning."
          The ambiguous statement left the sorceress with countless questions, but none of which had a chance to be asked before the young Miran tiredly blinked her dry, worn eyes open. "Where am I...?"
          "Oh! You’re awake!" the young man exclaimed as he carried a newly filled canteen bottle over. He offered it to her with two simple words, "Here, drink."
          She knew she should have been alarmed by the stranger’s alacrity towards helping her, or at least cautious, but only one thought rang in her mind at the time – Fresh water! Taking the canteen into her tiny hands with all earnest, she unscrewed the top and drank thirstily, gulping down what may have been enough to last months for a being her size. The young man simply watched her with a warm smile on his face.
          After she had her fill, she put the bottle down and immediately blushed. Scolding herself inwardly for lack of self-restraint and ignoring the kind gentleman, she finally spoke up in a tiny voice that had been unused for so long, "Thank you kind sir. Please excuse me for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Miran." She bowed her head in gratitude, though the tips of her ears still burned a soft pink from her embarrassment.
          It was then that the mazoku noticed. Her wings radiated a bright light that wasn’t present before, probably because of her lack of strength. She was definitely a prize indeed – only the best faeries had a light that strong, a heart so pure.
          Such was a victim he had been seeking.
          He held his hands up and replied in feigned modesty, "No need to thank me. I only did what was right."
          "No!" Miran’s head shot up, displaying the still present pinkish tint on her cheeks. "I mean, I really am grateful to you for what you did. If there’s anything I could do in return..."
          His expression brightened at this. "Anything?"
          Miran nodded her head slowly. Perhaps it was too soon to trust him...
          He deftly caught her hands in his, encircling them. Eyes open and sincere, he told her his request, "I would like you to stay with me, forever."
          She blinked, then blushed furiously as the idea invaded and conquered her train of thought. It had been completely unexpected out of a person like him, and she had to keep her body from fidgeting uncomfortably all on its own. "I-I-I-I-"
          That silly expression suddenly popped up on his face again. "Just kidding."
          "Huh?" A confused, innocent look covered her face.
          He sweatdropped. "You mean you really believed me? It was only a joke!" He picked the canteen up and began walking away, leaving the mildly fuming faery behind to glare at his back. "Oh, and you might want to do something about those wings of yours. They’re a dead giveaway that you’re not human," he called out over his shoulder, swinging the bottle by its strap around his finger as he nonchalantly sauntered away, humming a small tune.

          Lina’s patience was running low. "I still don’t understand."
          "Just watch patiently..."
          "I don’t want to watch patiently! Let me leave!" the sorceress protested hotly. Her anger was boiling over the edge as she seethed through clenched teeth, her temper obviously nearing its limit.
          "...No."
          "...No?!" The scene below continued to unravel, though, and soon calmed the sorceress’s retorts.

          "He’s right..." Miran thought, fingering the lacey edges of her faery wings. "I have to do something about these...but what?"
          He came back then as if on cue, still humming in a carefree way. Seeing the contemplative look on her face, he frowned and sat beside her quietly. "So?"
          She tilted her head away from him, ashamed. "I don’t know..." Her bangs shadowed her eyes, glazed over from tiredness.
          He paused, then brought up the only answer plausible. "You’ll have to remove them..."
          Her spine tingled at the words. It was the only path she could take, but would she be able to go through with it...? Removing her wings would mean she would never be able to fly ever again... Living without that ability was like saying she had been reduced to nothing more than an average human being...
          Slowly, she nodded her head. "I have no other choice. I have to remove my wings tonight," she concluded reluctantly.
          "I could do it for you now."
          She would have laughed it off as a joke if his expression hadn’t been so austere. Instead, she lightly answered," Humans can’t do the process... It requires a lot of spiritual energy to turn faery wings into dust..."
          He shook his finger at her, then winked in a Xelloss-type manner. "Who said I was human?"
          "You..." she paused, mentally searching for the memory of his declaration about being human...but didn’t find it. Feeling somewhat obtuse now, she finished, "...didn’t."
          He grinned. "Exactly. I didn’t, but I’ll tell you now. My name is Hattari, and I am a mazoku."
          The information took a moment to fall into place. This kind, generous young man was a mazoku? The evil beings that were the exact opposite of holy ryuuzoku? The kind of mazoku that fed off of negative human emotions, most of the time inducing these emotions by themselves as a stimulation? This was a mazoku she had dreamt nightmares about as a young faery because of all the awful tales she had heard (one prominent one being about how a thousand dragons fell to a single mazoku’s feet in one second)? This was one of the cruelest things on the planet?
          There had to be a mistake somewhere – either in the knowledge that she had been taught about mazoku or his being one. Her intuition said neither was right, but...
          His face expression changed, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking and saw it as a mere challenge. "Should I prove my existence as a mazoku to you?" When she nodded, he continued, "All right, I’ll prove it by removing your wings for you, via the astral plane of course. If you feel it at all, then I am not a real mazoku, agreed?"
          Miran faintly remembered something from her studies about mazoku being able to traverse the astral plane effortlessly. "If he can travel in the astral plane...then he really is a mazoku," she thought. And, since he was offering to remove her wings for her...why not? Out loud, she said, "Okay."
          She turned her back to him and pulled her long, golden-brown hair over her left shoulder. She was tense; he could see that vividly.
          Hattari walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders in a soothing manner. He leant in to softly whisper in her ear, "Trust me," then vanished to the astral plane, leaving her to think.
          Though, surprisingly, his two simple words washed away all her fears, worries, and troubles. All were replaced by a single echo...Trust me.
          And, she did.

          Lina could view the mazoku’s movements clearly from her place, even as he traveled the astral plane. His real form showed him to be a lower-level mazoku, for it was nothing more than a "burst" of green light, in a sense. She watched quietly as he conformed himself around Miran’s wings and engulfed her light, while on the physical plane she sat still, completely serene, at total peace with her surroundings. In a blink of an eye the wings vanished from her back, and he reappeared on the physical plane, jar containing her lightly beating wings in hand. She, of course, had been anticipating his appearance. "It’s done?"
          Instead of giving her a verbal reply, he held the bottle out as proof. "Here, take it."
          She reached a hand behind her back to confirm this. Her wings were no longer there. She then looked upon the bottle and its contents in nostalgia, for she would never again have the privilege to fly through the wind. Starting today, she was tied to the land.
          Rather than taking the bottle profusely, she refused it. "Keep it, as a token of my gratitude." A smile graced her lips for the first time since her unfortunate change of events in life, a smile so pure and so sweet that Hattari felt the sudden urge to taste them...
          Turning his face away to fight the profound blush on his cheeks, he stated, "That reminds me, you still haven’t repaid me for what I did for you earlier..."
          She continued to look upon him with the grandest of smiles. "What would you like?"
          He breathed in deeply. The urge soon consumed him, and in one adroit movement he had his lips pressed tightly against hers, arms wound comfortably around her slim waist. The request had been spoken without the need of words - Stay with me?
          And she, with that heart-warming, resonating smile, obliged willingly.

          She sped up her aging to meet his, and he, as a mazoku did not age. A few years later the couple bore their first child, and the year after that their second. They created their own village, which quickly flourished and lived in total harmony until one frightful day...
          Hattari had gone out to attend his mazoku duties, or so he told Miran. She had stayed home, as usual, to take care of the house and kids. Suddenly without a moment’s notice, one of the villagers came rushing through the door, face full of panic. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face as he breathed heavily, leaning against the doorframe for support. When he finally caught his breath, he spoke with urgency, "Miran-sama! There is an emergency!"
          Miran quickly quieted her children and left them in a room of the house, warning them to be silent chance the house should be attacked. Removing her apron, she walked over to the villager while smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. "What is it?"
          He just motioned for her to follow, hands and fingers quivering in fear. She obeyed, though cautiously, and stepped outside to view what had the village up in panic. At first she only noticed the black clouds, which wouldn’t have been all that strange if they hadn’t been swirling in irregular patterns. She squinted at it as though she recognized it, but it wasn’t until moments later that she understood what it was.
          She felt a thousand daggers pierce her stomach, and her heart lurched up into her throat.
          This was the Dance of Death, performed only when a sanctuary had been breached and the occupants slaughtered. She looked to the West, to her former home, and all her fears were confirmed in an instant.
          The peak of the mountain radiated fire over the horizon, and in her ears she heard the faint cry of her family and friends at the mercy of the Death that loomed over them...
          And all she could do was watch in a kind of fascinated horror.

          A lump had formed in Lina’s throat as she watched on with undying interest and adamant wonder. She was beginning to understand, slowly and painfully, why Miran had insisted on showing this to her. She had been forced to turn her head away for a moment because she couldn’t bear to watch the inclement slaughter before her; it was too gruesome and estranged. The mazoku’s animosity at killing did not falter, even for a second, and he lavished in the sweet nourishment they provided. The truly atrocious fact, however, had to be that the abominable soul that was decimating the faeries was none other than the "savior" himself, Hattari.
          He relinquished their utter demise and, eventually, faded out to return home and laugh at Miran’s hurt expression.
          But she had known, and she had expected it. The aghast look mixed with the stupefied feeling of having been betrayed covered her face wholly. There was no room for woe; there was no room for mourning. Bitter resentment radiated from every part of her, and she realized the horrible mistake she had made. Tears burned in her eyes as she murmured with trembling lips, "Murderer."
          He continued to grin a grin he had never shown her before, a malevolent grin that chilled any onlookers to the bone. The villagers backed away from them in slow, precarious movements, suddenly very afraid. Hattari looked over to them, sending a new wave of fear that washed over the crowd. In reply to Miran’s bold statement, he gruffly said, "That...I am."
          Before anyone could react, he held his hand out, pointing towards the cowering humans. A fierce light of pure energy formed at the end of his pointing finger, and the last thing that was heard before the blast was Miran’s vain plea, "Wait!"
          The village went up in flames. Each and every human combusted on the spot, their screams of agony and terror filling the air. They fell to the ground with a sickening thud, and Hattari cackled in delight.
          "This is wonderful! Have you ever heard such a wonderfully composed piece before?" His eyes glistened with insanity as his boisterous laugh filled the air.
          Miran fell to her knees, nerve-wracked. All she could do was wonder, "Where did the kind man who once loved me go...?"
          He smirked at her. "Do you really wanna know?"
          Don’t...
          Grabbing her flamboyant hair and pulling her face up so he could see the pained expression fully, he spat in her face. "Falsified emotions, my dear. It was nothing more than one big bluff."
          That’s a lie...!
          As children’s wails filled the air, Miran felt her chest wrench in horror. No!
          Hattari, too, knew where the source of the wails was. Tossing the helpless faery aside, he began to prey upon their household, it blazing with fire. "Come to daddy..."
          "Stop it!" both Lina and Miran shouted simultaneously. As if by a miracle, two beautiful, breathtaking wings sprouted from Miran’s back, propelling her forward into Hattari. Her hand pierced through his chest, the exact location of his power on the astral plane, and forced him down on his knees. He choked and sputtered, trying to recover from the shock.
          The mazoku somehow relaxed as Miran’s arms wrapped around him from behind. Even through the numbing pain, he could feel her hot tears on his back, and the idea bewildered him. "Miran...why are you crying?"
          The only response to his question was mouthed into his back. He was not bleeding; mazoku don’t bleed. But he was indeed fading fast. He looked up to the billowing sky, trying to decipher what she was saying.
          The answer soon came to him, and he closed his eyes in regard to her feelings. "You know what, Miran? I lied... I really do-" He fell forward as the blackness began to consume his torso, feeding hungrily on his corpse and erasing its existence. As he stared at the barren land spread out before him, he softly whispered, "...love you."

          Lina buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. She was shivering, trembling at what she had seen. The world around her had resumed its pitch-black state of silence.
          Miran’s aura once again appeared before her. In a sympathetic gesture, she gently patted the sorceress’s shaking shoulders, then began, "Lina-san, do you understand now what I have been trying to tell you?"
          Lina shook her head, even though the message was very clear to her.
          Miran seemed to frown, then held out her other hand to Lina. Resting on her palm were two items – one in the shape of an eye and the other in the shape of a tear. "Lina-san...please choose your destiny."
          Lina looked up at this. "What?"
          "If you choose the Eye of Deceit, Xelloss will be saved at the expense of your friends’ lives. If you choose the Faery’s Tear, your friends’ lives will be spared at the expense of Xelloss’s death."
          Lina paled. "Are those the only two options?"
          Miran paused before answering. "No." Seeing the sorceress’s look of hope, she said, "The third option... You may sacrifice your own life to save all of theirs if you take both artifacts. However, the sacrifice is not death but to be confined in this void for all eternity."
          Lina swallowed, then swallowed again. "I guess I have no choice..." She slowly began to reach out to choose the artifact that would seal her fate...
          But instead, she swiped both artifacts off Miran’s hand with a cocky grin, dropping them into the void. "I pick choice D, to defy my own destiny."
          Miran’s form stood quietly for a moment, and then she seemed to smile. "As expected of you, Lina Inverse..."
          A blinding white light filled the room once again, but this time Lina only had to shut her eyes for a brief moment. Before her no longer stood Miran, but a woman clad in black with long, golden hair. In her left hand she carried a large scythe, and in her right a black and gold orb. Holding the orb out to Lina, she stated, "So it has been decided."
          Lina was stunned. This voice...
          Paying no heed to the girl’s reaction, the woman continued with all due authority in her voice, "Lina Inverse, you have been freed from the bonds of fate that bound you." In a simple snap of her wrist, she had Lina’s hand firmly grasped in her own, the orb of energy surrounding both. Though she was calm and dignified during this time, Lina on the other hand was not.
          "Are you-"
          Lina winced as she was jerked rather roughly into the growing ball of energy. She looked to the woman in question, both human and mazoku eyes widened.
          "Lina, walk forward to your future with your head held high. Do not detour from your path of choice even when facing any obstacle. You can overcome them all." With one last look of reassurance, she released Lina’s hand and began to walk away.
          Lina tried pointlessly to reach out for her. She was desperate; she needed to know. "Wait! I need to ask-!" She was cut off when the sphere completely consumed her, then reduced in size until it vanished.
          The Lord of Nightmares grinned. "Interesting. I’ll be waiting to see what you do, Lina Inverse. Until we meet again."
          She slowly raised her hand, and seconds later, disappeared.

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