Impartial Panic
unbiased hysteria
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- Padded cell
He probably Met Willow and had an Epiphany.
being scared of painful death and or dismemberment can make one rethink their path in life.
My Older Siblings Cannot be the Dragonborn (Skyrim SI)
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being scared of painful death and or dismemberment can make one rethink their path in life.
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- Ireland
This is a really good theory and one that is super malicious. I love it!
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
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- Killeen, TX
No, Umbra STAHP! Don't do it! Science says it is a terrible idea! Umbra STAHP!
Ganurath
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I dunno, I could see him being rather happy with a woman who won't shut up about how awesome he is.
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- Elsewhere
No. No, Shade! Bad Shade! That never ends well! Stop that right now!
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- USA
Carrying on the "Berry as Elsa" and killing Ancano idea.
"Berry.
Do you want to kill Ancano?~♪"
I could write more but I'm at work and finding words and phrases that suggest heinous murder and rhyme with "altmer," "thalmor," and "Ancano" is surprisingly hard without my dictionary.
"Berry.
Do you want to kill Ancano?~♪"
I could write more but I'm at work and finding words and phrases that suggest heinous murder and rhyme with "altmer," "thalmor," and "Ancano" is surprisingly hard without my dictionary.
Madou Sutegobana
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- Twin Realms Mandala
She strikes me more as an Anna. Anna loved snow too.
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
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- A Valid Location
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- He/Him
"Is he innocent?"
"He's a Thalmor, so... he hasn't been convicted?"
"He's Thalmor, I'm Nord, and I have a sharp object. The Night Mother is starting to warm on me."
Chapter Forty-Three - Winterhold - 8th of Hearthfire 4E 201 - Umbra
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Chapter Forty-Three - Winterhold - 8th of Hearthfire 4E 201 - Umbra
The College of Winterhold had no main dining hall. It had various tables in various rooms, but no main dining room. People didn't dine together. Perhaps they felt it was meaningless to communicate with one another outside of the library, or perhaps they simply didn't care about socializing, but bread was the main ingredient for the main courses of the college, which generally involved smoked fish and some garlic-like sauce.
This was the hell of kitchens and chefs. Tomatoes, potatoes, cabbages and vegetables were in general a prized possession, and needless to say the random barrels and bags left at the corners of the walls had perhaps been excessively warded to ensure nobody would steal from them, but even I had to rethink the idea of experimenting with Fire Runes near inflammable materials like flour. And yet, it was apparently the best place to eat in peace, on the stairs that could lead one outside into the freezing cold depths of Winterhold's walls.
"What brings you here, Umbra?" Hirume asked as Berry had meanwhile hightailed it away from a sandwich made of smoked fish, garlic sauce, a nice frozen lettuce slice and what looked like minced meat over it. The fact Ancano was nowhere to be seen didn't seem to bother Hirume at all. He could have gone anywhere, or done anything, but apparently she didn't seem to bother. Perhaps she had even forgotten that Ancano was supposed to be there to begin with. She gave a bite of her sandwich and then grimaced, before swallowing and giving it another bite, powering through it with determination blazing in her eyes. It was the kind of endearing effort one might find in a hamster stuffing his cheeks with seeds, and yet she worked through it without emitting a single note of disgust. "Never waste food," she said quite firmly, smiling in my direction as I simply stared at my own sandwich.
I looked back at Hirume, who seemed to be gesturing at my own as if expecting me to eat it. I nervously chuckled, and then took a bite.
For a brief instant, I felt as if countless words were about to emerge from my lips, but they did not. Instead, I simply took another bite, and then yet one more. Quite calmly, I ate the entire thing with the firm belief that a lesser man would have died with each bite. Perhaps that was why it had no taste to my tongue. "Hirume," I said, only for her to pout. "Big sister," I tried once more, the pout now joined by a glare that held the same level of threat of a kitten, "Best sister," I said in the end, conceding and receiving a happy grin and a clap of the hands from the Altmer woman, "Have you tried feeding this to Ancano?" It would spare me the troubles of killing him myself, perhaps.
"My sweetie-roll doesn't want me to cook," Hirume spoke, "He says I might ruin my fingers." Yes, of course, Ancano would go with that lie, wouldn't he? "He's such a sweet honey bun," Hirume giggled. "He was so surprised to see me here! He didn't want me to brave the cold of Winterhold to be with him, and preferred me safe near Solitude, but I'm his future wife, so—" ah, the bastard didn't even tie the knot properly? Italian blood rising. Italian hatred rising. Bear witness to my acts, my ancestors, for this shameful display shall end on this day! Come to me, great spirits of the ancient Italy! Come to me mothers, and grandmothers, and fathers and grandfathers! Come, for the ancient tradition of murdering a man who troubles a woman and does not do the honorable thing must be upheld!
To me, my Sicilian roots! To me, my Calabria's ancestry! To me, my Catholic-non-existing schooling! We must purge the world of such a man! Cleanse him! Burn him! To the stake! To the pyre! Let us stone him to death with burning coals!
"Where are the others?" I asked. "You came here alone?"
Hirume shook her head. "Tsavi and Mansel accompanied me but didn't stick around. They headed further south towards RIften," and as she said that, I couldn't help but imagine Tsavi, the Khajiiti, as the future Nightingale or a member of the thief guild. Then, I realized that I was speaking about a Khajiiti who wouldn't probably hurt a fly and would be stuck facing off Mercer Frey, and in that moment my blood ran cold. Of course, they might have gone for honest work, but I sincerely doubted the Divines would see things my way.
At the same time, I couldn't leave Berry alone, not when it came to the Elder Scroll to recover.
And cherry on top, I had a Thalmor missing in action to brutally murder.
Why couldn't people just stay still and do absolutely nothing? Why did they have to move around, do their own things, and end up in dangerous situations? At least...wait a minute.
My memories weren't that foggy, but if I wasn't wrong there was a barrow where Frey met up with the nightingale and the Dragonborn. If memory served me right, while he did wield the Skeleton Key nothing prevented anyone else from murdering him. One just had to time it right. Or perhaps, one just had to believe in the Gods for them to time it right.
"Dragnor joined the Imperial Army, while Ocheeva found work at the Eastern Company's docks," Hirume continued speaking, not realizing I was busy thinking about other things. "Big sister Willow..." Hirume winced, "I have no idea where she went after seeing me off at the Thalmor embassy. I hope she's doing fine," she twiddled her fingers together. "She'll probably be coming right for you, Umbra. Since you're suffering from amnesia she'll probably try to help you but don't let her trick you!" Hirume's cheeks filled with air. "I am your Best Sister! My hair is shiny silver and you always liked playing with it. Also, I'm kinder than Willow. You always said Willow was a big bad bully and a meanie, and that I was the best!" her face fell flat, "You always slipped away when I was supposed to look after you though," she mumbled sadly.
I'm really sorry about Past-Me, Hirume, but perhaps it's because you're too easy to bullshit?
Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "You haven't told me why you're here!"
"I want to speak to the Augur of Dunlain," I said quite calmly. "It's found below the College of Winterhold, in the Midden. Rumors is it can answer any question you ask it."
Hirume's eyes widened. "Any question?" she whispered. "Like...if it's going to be a baby boy or a baby girl?" as she touched her stomach with one hand, she smiled brightly. "That way I can already start knitting the clothes of the right color!" she crooned, "Aw! I want to come!"
"Hirume, Best Sister Hirume," I continued at her sour gaze, "It's a dangerous place. Spiders, skeletons, rats! What if a rat bites you? Wouldn't want you to get sick or worse," I nodded as I stood up from the stairs. "Tell you what!" I continued, "We wait tomorrow and then we go, all right? So I get to meet your future husband in person if he comes back by then, and he can escort you like a knight in shining armor!"
Hirume's eyes glazed over as she began to drool from a corner of her lips. The act itself made me shudder in pure disgust, but as I slowly began to slink away, it was pretty clear that Hirume was lost in her daydreaming of sorts, and I wasn't going to look a gifted horse in the mouth.
I nearly barreled into Berry who was instead walking back up the stairs, an apple half eaten in her hands. I stared at the apple, and she wrinkled her nose before gagging for air. "Oh Gods," Berry gasped, taking a few steps back and then stumbling on her next step, falling down even as I grabbed hold of her by the arm to keep her up. This in turn unbalanced me, and made me fall down with a sick thud. We ended up as a mess of sprawled limbs one floor below, my head ringing as Berry was instead atop me.
"You're heavy," I grunted out through gritted teeth.
"My apple!" Berry exclaimed in turn with an utterly sad voice, her apple apparently splattered beneath me, before clutching her mouth and nose with both hands, "Gods your breath! Umbra, did you eat a corpse or something?"
"I ate the sandwich you refused," I replied angrily, even as Berry lifted herself off me and extended a hand to help me up. "That said," Berry pulled me up before pinching her nose, "Do you truly think it's bad?"
"I think you could kill a whole city if you just breathed in their direction," Berry snapped back curtly. "It's a spell of mass destruction." She sighed as she extended a parchment towards me. "I got us a map with the spot where Septimus' outpost is. It's a bit rough, but if we can get there by foot if the temperature drops enough."
"How long would that take?" I asked nonchalantly, and Berry merely shrugged. "Then, Berry, we go down for a while. There's a nifty place we have to explore. The Augur of Dunlain...quite the prophetic entity, I'm told."
"Oh? Is he better than you?" Berry replied with a twitch of her lips in amusement.
I feigned being offended, a hand clutching my chest. "Better than me?" I gasped, "Most certainly not. He's more cryptic than me, at least. Still, let's get to it while we still can...that is, while Hirume is distracted," I hummed as my eyes lit with sparks of interest.
Berry nodded, and began to follow me as we kept going downstairs to enter the College's courtyard. "By the way, I never got to ask," I said nonchalantly, "Who did the Night Mother want you to kill?"
"Nobody important," Berry replied.
"Then you'd have no problems telling me," I replied, only for her to shake her head in answer.
"Ah," I said, "So it is someone important."
"Does it matter? I'm not doing it," Berry said curtly, huffing even as the cold blizzard welcomed us in the courtyard, nearly freezing my face off my skull. I hastily rushed towards the side, trying to avoid as much wind as possible as I made for the trapdoor that would lead one down below the College and into the Midden.
"I'm just curious. Whoever it is, it's not going to change my opinion of you," I said as I pulled the trapdoor open, a sewer-like smell wafting its way up from the pitch-black depths below. In this fantastic world, the Midden wasn't just a storehouse, a place of a gory accident involving students and a Dremora, and a place of undead creatures.
Of course it also had to be a sewer-system.
Nothing better than trudging through shit to digest a light snack!
The College of Winterhold had no main dining hall. It had various tables in various rooms, but no main dining room. People didn't dine together. Perhaps they felt it was meaningless to communicate with one another outside of the library, or perhaps they simply didn't care about socializing, but bread was the main ingredient for the main courses of the college, which generally involved smoked fish and some garlic-like sauce.
This was the hell of kitchens and chefs. Tomatoes, potatoes, cabbages and vegetables were in general a prized possession, and needless to say the random barrels and bags left at the corners of the walls had perhaps been excessively warded to ensure nobody would steal from them, but even I had to rethink the idea of experimenting with Fire Runes near inflammable materials like flour. And yet, it was apparently the best place to eat in peace, on the stairs that could lead one outside into the freezing cold depths of Winterhold's walls.
"What brings you here, Umbra?" Hirume asked as Berry had meanwhile hightailed it away from a sandwich made of smoked fish, garlic sauce, a nice frozen lettuce slice and what looked like minced meat over it. The fact Ancano was nowhere to be seen didn't seem to bother Hirume at all. He could have gone anywhere, or done anything, but apparently she didn't seem to bother. Perhaps she had even forgotten that Ancano was supposed to be there to begin with. She gave a bite of her sandwich and then grimaced, before swallowing and giving it another bite, powering through it with determination blazing in her eyes. It was the kind of endearing effort one might find in a hamster stuffing his cheeks with seeds, and yet she worked through it without emitting a single note of disgust. "Never waste food," she said quite firmly, smiling in my direction as I simply stared at my own sandwich.
I looked back at Hirume, who seemed to be gesturing at my own as if expecting me to eat it. I nervously chuckled, and then took a bite.
For a brief instant, I felt as if countless words were about to emerge from my lips, but they did not. Instead, I simply took another bite, and then yet one more. Quite calmly, I ate the entire thing with the firm belief that a lesser man would have died with each bite. Perhaps that was why it had no taste to my tongue. "Hirume," I said, only for her to pout. "Big sister," I tried once more, the pout now joined by a glare that held the same level of threat of a kitten, "Best sister," I said in the end, conceding and receiving a happy grin and a clap of the hands from the Altmer woman, "Have you tried feeding this to Ancano?" It would spare me the troubles of killing him myself, perhaps.
"My sweetie-roll doesn't want me to cook," Hirume spoke, "He says I might ruin my fingers." Yes, of course, Ancano would go with that lie, wouldn't he? "He's such a sweet honey bun," Hirume giggled. "He was so surprised to see me here! He didn't want me to brave the cold of Winterhold to be with him, and preferred me safe near Solitude, but I'm his future wife, so—" ah, the bastard didn't even tie the knot properly? Italian blood rising. Italian hatred rising. Bear witness to my acts, my ancestors, for this shameful display shall end on this day! Come to me, great spirits of the ancient Italy! Come to me mothers, and grandmothers, and fathers and grandfathers! Come, for the ancient tradition of murdering a man who troubles a woman and does not do the honorable thing must be upheld!
To me, my Sicilian roots! To me, my Calabria's ancestry! To me, my Catholic-non-existing schooling! We must purge the world of such a man! Cleanse him! Burn him! To the stake! To the pyre! Let us stone him to death with burning coals!
"Where are the others?" I asked. "You came here alone?"
Hirume shook her head. "Tsavi and Mansel accompanied me but didn't stick around. They headed further south towards RIften," and as she said that, I couldn't help but imagine Tsavi, the Khajiiti, as the future Nightingale or a member of the thief guild. Then, I realized that I was speaking about a Khajiiti who wouldn't probably hurt a fly and would be stuck facing off Mercer Frey, and in that moment my blood ran cold. Of course, they might have gone for honest work, but I sincerely doubted the Divines would see things my way.
At the same time, I couldn't leave Berry alone, not when it came to the Elder Scroll to recover.
And cherry on top, I had a Thalmor missing in action to brutally murder.
Why couldn't people just stay still and do absolutely nothing? Why did they have to move around, do their own things, and end up in dangerous situations? At least...wait a minute.
My memories weren't that foggy, but if I wasn't wrong there was a barrow where Frey met up with the nightingale and the Dragonborn. If memory served me right, while he did wield the Skeleton Key nothing prevented anyone else from murdering him. One just had to time it right. Or perhaps, one just had to believe in the Gods for them to time it right.
"Dragnor joined the Imperial Army, while Ocheeva found work at the Eastern Company's docks," Hirume continued speaking, not realizing I was busy thinking about other things. "Big sister Willow..." Hirume winced, "I have no idea where she went after seeing me off at the Thalmor embassy. I hope she's doing fine," she twiddled her fingers together. "She'll probably be coming right for you, Umbra. Since you're suffering from amnesia she'll probably try to help you but don't let her trick you!" Hirume's cheeks filled with air. "I am your Best Sister! My hair is shiny silver and you always liked playing with it. Also, I'm kinder than Willow. You always said Willow was a big bad bully and a meanie, and that I was the best!" her face fell flat, "You always slipped away when I was supposed to look after you though," she mumbled sadly.
I'm really sorry about Past-Me, Hirume, but perhaps it's because you're too easy to bullshit?
Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "You haven't told me why you're here!"
"I want to speak to the Augur of Dunlain," I said quite calmly. "It's found below the College of Winterhold, in the Midden. Rumors is it can answer any question you ask it."
Hirume's eyes widened. "Any question?" she whispered. "Like...if it's going to be a baby boy or a baby girl?" as she touched her stomach with one hand, she smiled brightly. "That way I can already start knitting the clothes of the right color!" she crooned, "Aw! I want to come!"
"Hirume, Best Sister Hirume," I continued at her sour gaze, "It's a dangerous place. Spiders, skeletons, rats! What if a rat bites you? Wouldn't want you to get sick or worse," I nodded as I stood up from the stairs. "Tell you what!" I continued, "We wait tomorrow and then we go, all right? So I get to meet your future husband in person if he comes back by then, and he can escort you like a knight in shining armor!"
Hirume's eyes glazed over as she began to drool from a corner of her lips. The act itself made me shudder in pure disgust, but as I slowly began to slink away, it was pretty clear that Hirume was lost in her daydreaming of sorts, and I wasn't going to look a gifted horse in the mouth.
I nearly barreled into Berry who was instead walking back up the stairs, an apple half eaten in her hands. I stared at the apple, and she wrinkled her nose before gagging for air. "Oh Gods," Berry gasped, taking a few steps back and then stumbling on her next step, falling down even as I grabbed hold of her by the arm to keep her up. This in turn unbalanced me, and made me fall down with a sick thud. We ended up as a mess of sprawled limbs one floor below, my head ringing as Berry was instead atop me.
"You're heavy," I grunted out through gritted teeth.
"My apple!" Berry exclaimed in turn with an utterly sad voice, her apple apparently splattered beneath me, before clutching her mouth and nose with both hands, "Gods your breath! Umbra, did you eat a corpse or something?"
"I ate the sandwich you refused," I replied angrily, even as Berry lifted herself off me and extended a hand to help me up. "That said," Berry pulled me up before pinching her nose, "Do you truly think it's bad?"
"I think you could kill a whole city if you just breathed in their direction," Berry snapped back curtly. "It's a spell of mass destruction." She sighed as she extended a parchment towards me. "I got us a map with the spot where Septimus' outpost is. It's a bit rough, but if we can get there by foot if the temperature drops enough."
"How long would that take?" I asked nonchalantly, and Berry merely shrugged. "Then, Berry, we go down for a while. There's a nifty place we have to explore. The Augur of Dunlain...quite the prophetic entity, I'm told."
"Oh? Is he better than you?" Berry replied with a twitch of her lips in amusement.
I feigned being offended, a hand clutching my chest. "Better than me?" I gasped, "Most certainly not. He's more cryptic than me, at least. Still, let's get to it while we still can...that is, while Hirume is distracted," I hummed as my eyes lit with sparks of interest.
Berry nodded, and began to follow me as we kept going downstairs to enter the College's courtyard. "By the way, I never got to ask," I said nonchalantly, "Who did the Night Mother want you to kill?"
"Nobody important," Berry replied.
"Then you'd have no problems telling me," I replied, only for her to shake her head in answer.
"Ah," I said, "So it is someone important."
"Does it matter? I'm not doing it," Berry said curtly, huffing even as the cold blizzard welcomed us in the courtyard, nearly freezing my face off my skull. I hastily rushed towards the side, trying to avoid as much wind as possible as I made for the trapdoor that would lead one down below the College and into the Midden.
"I'm just curious. Whoever it is, it's not going to change my opinion of you," I said as I pulled the trapdoor open, a sewer-like smell wafting its way up from the pitch-black depths below. In this fantastic world, the Midden wasn't just a storehouse, a place of a gory accident involving students and a Dremora, and a place of undead creatures.
Of course it also had to be a sewer-system.
Nothing better than trudging through shit to digest a light snack!
Laukhi
Elder Scrolls Lore Enthusiast
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- United States
The Tenets say that you shouldn't harm a fellow member of the Brotherhood, right? And also, didn't the Night Mother say that it would be an innocent life or something?
Raviollius
...but what happens afterwards?
- Location
- .
Calling it right now, the Night Mother sent her to kill Umbra's sister.
EDIT: Dangit, ninja'd
EDIT2: Oh wait, not really.
EDIT: Dangit, ninja'd
EDIT2: Oh wait, not really.
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Ellf
Apprentice Wizard
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- Virginia
Well, technically this version of Umbra isn't really a Brotherhood member. And is innocent in that Umbra doesn't remember.
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I've never played Skyrim, so I must ask.
It sounds like Ancano is criminally stupid, and maybe an asshole, but is he an innocent? Could he be the target?
Might the fates align in shades favor for onc-
-hahahahahahahaha!
Couldn't even finish the sentence.
It sounds like Ancano is criminally stupid, and maybe an asshole, but is he an innocent? Could he be the target?
Might the fates align in shades favor for onc-
-hahahahahahahaha!
Couldn't even finish the sentence.
Raviollius
...but what happens afterwards?
- Location
- .
Ancano is a Thalmor spy, sent to disrupt stuff in the College and make sure no one is doing anything there that could eventually be a threat to them.
I mean, the Tenets do say that, but Shade was told to purify the Falkreath sanctuary, and in Oblivion
you both purify a sanctuary and kill a ton of the black hand and their silencers
I would assume that the rules can be relaxed if a higher up tells you to do something
Madou Sutegobana
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Good thing you ate the sandwich before trudging though the sewers, it should reduce your sense of smell.
Why are you trudging through sewers Shade?
Why are you trudging through sewers Shade?
I seem to recall that what you did in Oblivion was totally against the rules and part of some absurd and convoluted plot to end the Dark Brotherhood. Lucien was tricked into thinking the sanctuary had spies in it and none of the orders to kill the black hand or their silencers were legitimate orders. Granted, the Night Mother knew this and still let it happen to teach the brotherhood a lesson, but it was very much an exception, not the rule.
Edit: Also, I'm with Umbra in the whole getting annoyed that stupid elf doesn't have the grace to stay where he's supposed to so Umbra can kill him. I used to make it a point to go to the college in all my saves and use the console to kill him, just so I knew he couldn't pass on his stupidity to the next generation if I didn't get around to doing the mage quest.
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The Nightmother want Berry to kill Willow.
Berry won't do it. Firstly because she knows and likes Willow, secondly because she refuses to be an assassin, and least (coughmostcough) importantly Willow is hellishly, freakishly deadly.
Berry won't do it. Firstly because she knows and likes Willow, secondly because she refuses to be an assassin, and least (coughmostcough) importantly Willow is hellishly, freakishly deadly.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
I don't think Willow is "innocent".
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Are my guesses that bad that you're having to drop massive hints like that?
Anyway, my guesses so far:
Sharrum - Malacath
Ocheeva -
Ralvas - Mehrunes Dagon
Rae - Meridia
Dragnor -
Mansel - Sanguine?
Hirume - Namira (if her cooking is a hint)
Tsavi - Nocturnal or Hermaeus Mora
Willow - Molag Bal or Hircine
Umbra - Sheogorath
I forget who you dropped the Clavicus Vile hint about.
Anyway, my guesses so far:
Sharrum - Malacath
Ocheeva -
Ralvas - Mehrunes Dagon
Rae - Meridia
Dragnor -
Mansel - Sanguine?
Hirume - Namira (if her cooking is a hint)
Tsavi - Nocturnal or Hermaeus Mora
Willow - Molag Bal or Hircine
Umbra - Sheogorath
I forget who you dropped the Clavicus Vile hint about.
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