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The Scripture Without Author
A thought that's been on my mind for... nearly a year now, really. Ever since my posts after the Elementalism books social.

I've been wondering if Dhar has a Third Secret.

...Okay, maybe that's a little game-mechanic-y. Not a secret as a trick that can be done with it, so much as an overarching purpose that informs everything it is and does. Though an overarching purpose that may imply further secret tricks.

I've theorized that the winds of magic may be equivalent to an oral tradition (or a gas flame) in how they turn the Primordial Winds into more of themselves and that Dhar may not be so elegant, nor even part of the same system. Given it's nature and seeming separation from the other winds in nature, it may require the Chaos Moon to remember what it is. And I'm wondering if that may in fact be part of the point.

The Four aren't exactly the sort to just win and leave it at that. If everything had gone as well as they could have possibly hoped in the Coming of Chaos then, the moment they were done and had won entirely, it strikes me that they'd absolutely start vying with each other. The same is true of Belakor for that matter--- as the most likely person to have any hand in what Dhar is whatsoever. Given the chance he strikes me as exactly the sort to start trying to overthrow his masters, just as they would seek narrow their tetrachy and thus to overthrow each other.

So, given, a group project by four gods of ruin (and their treacherous underling,) why would we not expect it to have the Sudden but Inevitable Betrayal baked right in? Certainly it would explain why so many of the great masters of the magic were either overthrown by their students, (Vlad, Van Hal) or took strict measure to ensure they couldn't be overthrown by lessening what they passed on. (Compare Nagash's works and his Elixir of Life to that the works and recreations of his successors, Or what we've seen of Morathi teaching lessened arts to her students.)

In this, it occurs to me, that the first secret is about how to use Dhar to stablize itself by turning it against on itself, but the second secret is about how that control can be disrupted. Moreso, when its dense enough, Dhar is said to let both gods and demons take physical form and walk the world. And make it something not unlike flesh and blood. The Demons are one thing, but Gods using it? That seems interesting. Different.

So, I'd like to make a proposal: Dhar is not a wind, but the magic of Usurpation.

Not just in the form of being a tool to subsume the winds of magic and the world entire but, by its own nature, Dhar itself is meant to be vulnerable to that same usurpation. It would fit with so many dark wizards coming to either overthrow their masters or take great precaution against such a thing, especially when some of its greatest luminaries, Nagash, Belakor, Malekith, are usurpers themselves.

I could also see it tying into how mutations this update posits to be Dhar Arcane marks to make further mutation only more likely.

It would also fit with what I've presumed to be Dhar's associations with Sacrifice/Zero-Sum and coercive force. To the zero sum, the only way to attain anything is to take it from something else. If not from someone under you, then from someone either beyond you or, previously, over you, in usurpation. And to the usurper, a force of power-without-legitimacy, coercion is the only honest way of doing things.

It may even explain how the likes of the Kislev vortex works. Perhaps the Divine magic within Kislev is able to overpower Dhar with a single tone until it is Dhar no longer, but the Ice Magic of the witches and their divine patron. It might well explain the prophecy of Ice Magic being tainted by a male Ice Witch: Something in the process of conversion, and the way Dhar was meant to taint magic meaning that such a wielder would open it up to taint. (In which sense that prophecy wouldn't necessarily even be a vision of the future, just the architects of old realizing that "Okay, this is the weakness inherent to what we've made, that could potentially allow the thing we're purifying to break the whole system".)

It might also fit with Dhar allowing divinities to take physical form, and not just demonic ones: One divinity being able to turn Dhar into enough of their own stuff to manifest might not be an accident, but an intentional feature. Turning Dhar into their own essence that they might gobble up as much as they could after all was done and they could war with one another sounds like the sort of thing the Chaos Gods would do.

That could explain be why the Chaos Moon was made during the destruction of the Polar Gates: Not as an accident or an afterthought, but because the conspirators may have needed something just plain big enough that no other force could overwhelm and thus usurp it. At least, not until the Four were done with their plot-turned-conquest and could shape reality to their whim. But if Dhar might have been Chaos' attempt at a Short Victorious War, in the end that war was neither short, nor victorious.

Perhaps this is the reason those who keep Dhar in their hearts hear prophecy of demise and foretell times of a thousand thrones.

Dhar knows the predator it is, Dhar knows its own fate. It must feed or else it will be fed upon.

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Also, with that finally written, I'll clean up and present the first, more complete half of a project that's been mostly abandoned, of which that Dhar speculation above was once the more grounded parts of the back half:

The following is theory and speculation, presented as a thesis to a hypothetical paper or tome of Sevirics and the primordial winds Mathilde might one day pen. Presumably as sequel to The Aetheric Vitae.

The short version can be found here.

This also one that incorporates speculation on the possible origins and ends of Dhar both as contrast to the winds of magic and because it lets me write fun prophecy of doom things. And also because, at this point, I feel like Boney gets a kick out of magic theorycrafting.

Includes footnotes via both ABBR alt text tags and also copied down in the notes below for things that don't really fit into the format.



The Scripture Without Author1​: On the Origins of the Winds of Magic and Their Nature.

From what source comes the natures of the Lores of Magic?

The Aetheric Vitae, drawn from the Aether, has no nature of its own. Instead, it is shaped by the world around it, by the magic it is exposed to, and by the thoughts of living beings. Yet, there is an issue with this simple fact: Should that Prima Material be shattered in a way that leaves it truly to it its own devices it does not boil or evaporate into the winds of magic, but rather becomes the substance of reality itself.

What, then, writes the Lores of Magic and Divine, if not reality itself?

Who authors the lore of the Hedge? The folk and wise of the hedge do. Through long tradition their ways and rites have become deeply ingrained in the lore they wield.

Who authors the lores of the Divine?2​ The divinities themselves. Whether by those gods we gladly call our friends, allies, and patrons or by those who we are sworn to oppose, the power is written by the divine, and the divine shape it to their nature.

Who authors the lore of the Elements? Through conceptual resonance, It is written upon earthbound magic by the world itself, though weakly enough that it may be overwritten by the Lores of Sevir. This, I think, is the key, for if Sevir can write upon another magic to make that magic into itself, perhaps that is all it has ever done.

Who, then authors the lore of winds and why are the lores of Sevir, so separate and more seemly elemental in comparison to the other lores? The winds themselves are both lore and source of Sevir: A scripture without author.

A legend passed down by the storytellers of a village or copied by scribes through the ages may be retold forever, for as long as the tradition remains unbroken. So too do the winds of magic write themselves unto the Aethyr that enters reality for so long as the wind of magic shall blow.

It is possible once these winds had a first author who gave them the elements, mysticisms and cardinal associations of each wind. Certainly the Accounts of the Dragons of Caledor speak of great machines.3​ Whatever or whoever once was are lost to memory and history. They did not bind themselves into their creation, and their creation grew beyond them. Whatever authors the winds once had or never had, they no longer have nor need.

Notably where Dhar turns the substance of the Aethyr into only Dhar, and reality becomes only more reality, when Ulgu encounters the raw stuff of the Aether it writes not only Ulgu, but its kin in Sevir: Ghyran, Aqshy, Chamon, Shyish, Ghur, Azyr, and Hysh.

That opposition and contrast of the winds is seemingly so inherent to the winds that each one will bring its kin winds forth when it could instead have replicated itself eightfold more. The winds of magic may not touch, but neither were they meant to exist alone. The scriptures of Sevir are not eightfold, but one.

Perhaps this is why the winds demand as much or more of their practitioners as any diety does of their most zealous of faithful. In a thing that must define both itself and its kin utterly, every tenet must be written in full, and every code of practice must be engraved in every act.4​

A diety can look out for themselves, the winds of magic must rely upon their own steadfast nature and so that nature must be spoken long and loud.

To say that the scriptures of Sevir are without author, then, is as much poetry as fact. They have as many authors as thinking beings who recite them, and it is for this fact precisely that no force can truly claim the authority to control them.

But just because the scriptures are so complete does not mean they are immutable. In the story retold through generations each teller may add their own focus and embellishment to the tale.

We of the Colleges do not merely wield the winds of Sevir: We welcome them into our being to reshape our souls, and so by years and decades we become the living incarnations of our chosen wind; In becoming beings of the winds, the winds also becomes of us.5​ When we write upon the substance of magic with our spellcraft our loves and joys, our knowledge and understanding of the world and of Sevir are so also written. Whether by mastery known only to us or by spell codified and passed down to our students and colleagues perhaps we are reshaping of the winds to our own nature.

It is said that when a spell reaches the point of battle magic, it remembers where it came from. Perhaps this is why is so dangerous and difficult to control, even to the greatest of us. Battle magic may simply be the point where the winds of magic becomes less that which reads the scripture of Sevir, and more the scribe.

This is also why spells that seek to push the boundaries of what is possible are most easily created as battle magics.

Should one seek to pen their own tale in the lores of Sevir, it must either resonate with what is already told, or be writ large and loud enough to form new magic.

All Sevir is one art. It's complexity ensures that no one being could ever claim control over all of it. But that does not mean that none have ever tried.

By what author comes Dhar?

[snip Dhar section and prophecies of the End of Dhar]

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AN: This is somewhat hampered by being conjecture where a collegiate paper or book would have experiments and citation to back itself up, alas.

Footnotes:

1: Even from the very title, this is posed as an answer to the lines of inquiry pose by Cython and Panoramia. The winds are not gods themselves. Rather, if they compare to a faith, they are more akin to something like Bhuddism where the most important thing isn't any amount of divinity behind it, but the lessons it contains. Really though, the best fit is an oral tradition, it's just that spelling that out outright didn't feel like it fit into Mathilde's frame of reference.

2: It's questionable whether Mathilde would actually include anything on divine magic in a work like this post Truth or Faith update, but this feels like an important part of the argument while being reasonably general about it. Plus subtly laying groundwork for the idea that not only is Sevir not the same as divine magic, it also isn't Elementalism or Hedgecraft. Nor, as will come up later, is Dhar a true wind of magic, however much it may try to look like one.

3"The great machines begin to fail and the energies they were supposed to harness began to pour into the world, and the Ruinous Powers began to mould those energies - but the machines were more clever than they expected, as most of the energies were transformed by their passage into the world into forms that followed their own natures, rather than the orders of the Ruinous Powers. "

4: An answer specifically to Cython: It is precisely because the winds are scripture, rather than diety that the winds imbue the seeming-Zeal Cython once spoke of.

5 [The Living Incarnation: L.M. Johann (Gold), 2497]

6 A point here I'm not sure how to raise is where the thoughts and emotions of living beings come into it. My current theory is that the emotions of living beings would probably cause Sevir as a result of Old One meddling.
 
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Gay or Ranaldian?
Dedicated to Aule and my undying annoyance over getting the idea planted into my head and having to spend an hour writing this "parody song with swtiched lyrics" cliche. Again.

(Gretel)
There! Right There!
Look at those plaits, that tinted skin
Look at the killer shape she's in
Look at that stylishly pointy hat
Oh please she's gay, totally gay

(Cadaeth)
I'm not about to celebrate
Every trait could indicate the totally straight associate.
This gal's not gay, I say not gay

(All)
That is the dragon in the room
Well, is it bigoted to assume
that a woman with a huge sword
is automatically magically fay?

(Cadaeth)
But look at her coiffed and crispy locks

(Gretel)
Look at her wide and muscular arms

(Cadaeth)
There's the eternal paradox
Look what we're seeing

(Gretel)
What are we seeing?

(Cadaeth)
Is she gay?

(Gretel)
Of course she's gay

(Cadaeth)
Or Ranaldian?

(All)
ohhhhhh
Gay or Ranaldian?
It is hard to guarantee
Is she gay or Ranaldian?

(Heidi)
Well, don't you look at me

(Roswita)
You see they bring their lads up different
Behind the Colleges' locked doors
They learn peculiar things

(All)
With wooden staves and shapeless robes!
Gay or a night prowler?
The answer could take years!
They will say things like "Meine Liebe"
while they stab you in both sides!

(Gretel)
Oh please!

(All)
Gay or Ranaldian?
So many shades of Gray

(Max)
Depending on the time of day
Bretonnians go either way

(All)
Is she gay or Ranaldian?
or-

(Gretel)
There! Right There!
Look at that smug and knowing smirk
Seen it on every Gray at work
That is a metro-hetro jerk
That gal's not gay, I say no way

(All)
That is the dragon in the room
Well is it bigoted to presume
that an SV protagonist

(Gretel)
Is automatically, radically

(Cadaeth)
Ironically, chronically

(Cython)
Scurtinly, certainly

(Roswita)
Genetically, netically

(All)
Gay!
Officially Gay!
Officially Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay!

Dammit

Gay or Ranaldian?

(Cadaeth)
So shifty and two-faced

(All)
Is she gay or Ranaldian?

(Cadaeth)
Let's ask the Karak Vlag!

(Roswita)
But they bring their lads up different there
It's culturally diverse
It's not a magic curse

(All)
If she wears a suit or wields a sword
Gay or just exotic?
I still can't crack the code

(Max)
Yet her shadow is so weird
but her shoes are steely toed!

(All)
Huh
Gay or Ranaldian?
So many shades of Gray

(Egrimm)
But if she turns out straight
I have a tome with eldritch lore

(All)
Is she gay or Ranaldian?
Gay or Ranaldian?
Gay or Rana-

(Johann)
Wait a minute!
Give me a chance to crack this gal
I have an idea I'd like to try

(Cadaeth)
The floor is yours

(Johann)
So Ms. Weber...
This alleged project with Waystones
has been going on for...?

(Mathilde)
4 years

(Johann)
And your first name again is...?

(Mathilde)
Mathilde

(Johann)
And your girlfriend's name is...?

(Mathilde)
Panoramia

*Everyone waits for three seconds, but Mathilde doesn't retract her statement and doesn't seem to quite understand what the fuss is about.*

Thus the song ends, without everyone realizing that Mathilde is both gay and Ranaldian.
 
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Wizard x Family
Arriving back from her trip to Ulthuan (with Eike in tow), Mathilde returns to find Teclis had beaten her to it. The Waystone Project has been all but completed in her absence.

Time, then, to find a new task. Looking around at the Laurelorn-based facilities of the former Project and of WEB-MAT, and then down proudly at her apprentice, Mathilde cashes in her Great Deed to expand the remit of WEB-MAT to a full educational branch of the Colleges, focusing on interdisciplinary studies for elder Apprentices and fresh Journeyman. Principal Weber has a nice ring to it.

Before her request can be approved, however, she must first demonstrate her credentials as an educator. An interview with a cross-College panel of sitting Lord Magisters. The summons also names Eike Hochschild, as Mathilde's only current student. An assessment of her apprenticeship to date will form a large part of the judgment.

Johann volunteers to help them prepare for the interview.

(READ RIGHT TO LEFT)

Art (and most of the text) originally from Spy x Family vol. 1. I recognise that the character models are insufficently muscular for their respective Martial scores. I don't have access to a copy of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure to pull a more accurate representation from, though.
 
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Divided Loyalties: Into the Mathilde-Verse
Divided Loyalties: Into the Mathilde-Verse


Only they can turn back the clock. Only they can stop the End Times.

The year is 2525 IC. The forces of Chaos, led by Everchosen Mathilde Weber, are on the verge of overrunning the Old World. In a desperate gamble, the trickster god Ranald has reached to several parallel universes and, using a significant part of his power, managed to bring the only person capable of stopping the Everchosen: Mathilde Weber herself... or rather, six versions of her.


The Old World's unexpected saviors (?) are:

Loremaster Mathilde Weber, reconqueror of Karak Eight Peaks and Karak Vlag and leader of the Waystone Project. Doing surprisingly well at diplomacy, to the point where she successfully negotiated a treaty between - among others - the Empire, Ulthuan and the Karaz Ankor.

Dame Mathilde Weber the Dämmerlichtreiter, spymistress of Stirland, Markgraf of Sylvania and right hand of Elector Count Abelhelm van Hal, with whom she may or may not have an ongoing love affair.

Black Magister Mathilde Weber, slayer of Archaon and scourge of the Dark Lands, the most dangerous Necromancer in recent history. Might or might not end up backstabbing everyone at some point, but thankfully she really hates Chaos so she's willing to work with the team. Makes every group meeting really awkward.

Mathilde Weber, High Priestess of Ranald; probably the only one among them that really knows What The Fuck Is Going On. Also, she may have picked up a bit too many Kislevite customs in her time there.

Morkthilde Weber, Avatar of Mork and Warboss of the Great Badlands Waaagh! that destroyed Skavenblight (and a good chunk of Tilea and the Border Princes along the way). Surprisingly easy to get along with, once you get to know her.

And Meowthilde Weeber, a Nipponese teenager who recently found the legendary Cat Ears Diadem, a blessed relic that allows her to channel the Powers of Love and Friendship to blast her enemies into dust, and also turns her into a catgirl for some reason. Thus far, Ranald has declined to comment, but He practically radiates smugness every time he's asked about it.


On their way to defeat their wicked counterpart, this unlikely group will have to fight all kind of foes, meet familiar yet different faces, confront their own inner demons... and, of course, each of them will have to manage their own Divided Loyalties.


Welcome to
Divided Loyalties: Into the Mathilde-Verse

 
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Is there anyone who could EVEN TOUCH Caledor Dragontamer?
Caledor wins because my eyes don't glaze over when reading about him.

Is there anyone who could EVEN TOUCH Caledor Dragontamer?
Let alone defeat him.

And I'm not talking about the mage Caledor Dragontamer. I'm not talking about Archmage Caledor Dragontamer, master of the True Magic of Qhaysh either. Hell, I'm not even talking about Caledor Dragontamer, known as Kalamn-Kavannaen ("Great Lord") among the dragons, able to control all eight winds of magic, including the White Wind Hysh, the Lore of Light; the Yellow Wind Chamon, the Lore of Metal; the Green Wind Ghyran, the Lore of Life; the Blue Wind Azyr, the Lore of Heavens; the Grey Wind Ulgu, the Lore of Shadow; the Purple Wind Shyish, the Lore of Death; the Red Wind Aqshy, the Lore of Fire; and the Brown Wind Ghur, the Lore of Beasts, as well as using all eight of the Winds of Magic in harmony and unison, allowing him to channel and cast some of the most powerful spells known, beyond the ken of Human minds to master and the ability of Men to cast.

I'm also not talking about Great Vortex Caledor, accompanied by the greatest archmages of the time, working in concert with all of the Dragons who have acknowledged him as a Great Lord, including Aragnir, Deathfang, Draukhain, Galrauch, Gordinar, Indraugnir, Kalamemnon, Lamoureux, Maedrethnir, Minaithnir, Nightfang, Rilgaur, Symiel, Vranesh, and Ymwrath, using his control of all eight winds of magic, as well as the True Magic of Qhaysh and the Dark Magic of Dhar, with ten thousand years of constant practice and refinement, holding Bagdelredner, a powerful Dwarf rune amulet created by the Ancestor God Grimnir himself and given to Caledor Dragontamer as a token of the alliance between Elf and Dwarf, as well as the Crystal of Fire, a powerful Elven artefact of Caledor's own making considered by the Dwarfs to be of equal potency to the work of the Ancestor Gods, standing at the center of a vast magical maelstrom at the heart of the island-continent of Ulthuan, siphoning the concentrated magic of the entire mortal world through a complex network of towering rune-carved menhirs that channel and redirect the Winds of Magic to the Isle of the Dead, a realm beyond time and space.

I'm definitely NOT Talking about Ascended Endtimes Caledor, wielding the Widowmaker (the Godslayer, Doom of Worlds, the finest weapon ever created by Vaul, empowered with the hatred of Khaine as the physical manifestation of death and violence), accompanied by every Dragon to have ever lived (including all the Dragons of Cathay), commanding the White Tower of Hoeth and the Colleges of Magic, with the blessing of Hoeth, the God of Knowledge, Learning and Wisdom, Lord of Wisdom and embodiment of erudition, working with every Runesmith to ever live (including the Ancestors), having absorbed all the skill and knowledge of Nagash (darkness and unreasoning hatred given form, the father and creator of the foul art of necromancy and lord of all Vampires and other Undead) and all the secret wisdom of the Slaan of the First Spawning (original and favoured servants of the Old Ones), all bent towards a singular purpose and wielding all of the magic that the Great Vortex ever drained across millenia.

I'm talking about Ultimate Supreme Calador, wielding the Widowmaker, Ghal Maraz, and the Fellblade, wearing the Nemesis Crown, having absorbed the Emperor of Mankind in his prime and all his psychic power (absolute Omega-Plus psychic power) and sitting on the Golden Throne, commanding every mortal faction from Warhammer Fantasy as well as every single Space Marine legion at its peak, empowered by every god in both the Elven and Aelderi pantheons, cooperating with the Necrons at their peak (including both Trazyn the Infinite and Orikan the Diviner). Also he has all of Madara's powers, and I'm not talking about Edo Tensei Uchiha Madara. I'm not talking about Gedou Rinne Tensei Uchiha Madara either.
 
Take Me Home Silver Roads
SILVER ROAAAADS, TAKE ME HOOOOOME!
To the Karak, I belong!
West slope of Nar, mountain penthouse
Take me home, Silver Roads
You did this.

Take Me Home Silver Roads

Towerin' peaks, Karaz Ankor
World's Edge Mountains, Pillars of Grungni
Life is old there, older than the trees
Eternal like the mountains, grumblin' in the deeps

Silver Roads, take me home
To the Karak I belong
Karaz Ankor, Valaya mama
Take me home, Silver Roads

All my Ancestors gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, carved into these halls
Bolsterin' taste of Bugman's, teardrop in my eye

Silver Roads, take me home
To the Karak I belong
Karaz Ankor, Valaya mama
Take me home, Silver Roads

I hear her voice in the mornin' hour, she calls me
The grumblin' reminds me of my Karak far away
Trundlin' down the road, I get a feelin'
That I should've been home yesterday, yesterday

Silver Roads, take me home
To the Karak I belong
Karaz Ankor, Valaya mama
Take me home, Silver Roads

Silver roads, take me home
To the Karak I belong
Karaz Ankor, Valaya mama
Take me home, Silver Roads

Take me home, (down) Silver Roads
Take me home, (down) Silver Roads​
 
I Am The Very Model of a Modern Magister Lord
"I am the very model of a modern master magister."
To the tune of the Major General's Song

I am the very model of a modern Magister Lord,
I've information mystical, lexical, and the greatsword,
I know the Winds of Magic, and study the lores heretical
From Necromancy to Waaagh, in manner confidential.
I'm very well acquainted too, with matters linguistical,
I understand Eltharin, both spoken and cryptographical,
About Queekish translation I come bearing a lot of reports,
With many cheerful facts about the state of besieged Skaven forts.

I'm very good at surreptitiously leading armies on campaigns;
I know the secret places where the War Below has made champaigns:
In short, in matters mystical, lexical, and the greatsword,
I am the very model of a modern Magister Lord.

I know our mythic history, the Old Ones and draconic tales,
I meddle in trade affairs, I've a fond favour for setting up sales.
I write of matters from the terrain to Thaumomycological,
In faith I can advise on anomalies theological;
I can tell certified Zhufbars from the Clan Skryres and Wissenlanders,
I know the recipe to a pie that calls for two colanders!
Then I can light a fire with a swig from a flagon most potent,
And orchestrate with music so the simple task is not silent.

Then I can write an explanation in Khazalid Klinkharun,
And flee by shadowsteed Panoramia's retribution
In short, in matters mystical, lexical, and the greatsword,
I am the very model of a modern Magister Lord.

In fact, when I can tell what is meant by a "mammoth" and "rampire,"
When I can tell at sight a goblin shaman from a vampire,
When such magics as divine and chaos are surely not for me,
And when I know precisely how to make an Orb of Sorcery
When I have learnt what progress has been made in my modern waystones,
When I know more of Ranald than a priest faking his gambling loans
In short, when I've a penchant for acquiring magical lore,
You'll say that a better Magister Lord has never been before.

For my influential Great Deeds, though I'm plucky and adventury,
Have only taken place recently—less than half a century;
But still, in matters mystical, lexical, and the greatsword,
I am the very model of a modern Magister Lord.
 
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