DARK DAY FOR ANIME - THE RIGHT DISHONORABLE MARK A PAGE
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----o
Silently, he climbed the rise in the middle of the field of wind vanes and
looked up at the closest. Its rusting form continued to grind away,
completely oblivious to his presence. For as long as he knew, this is how
the world worked, and for as long as he cared, this is how it would always
work. There was no escape for him. Not anymore.
He pulled out the rolled parchment from his cloak, tempted to open it up
and read it. So tempting.... The pleasures of being part of others opened
up a gaping hole within, and the parchment shook within his hands. Just
roll it open and see.... what the summons beckoned....
He put the parchment back within his cloak and placed a hand against the
metal of the nearest wind vane. The vibrations of the blades' movement,
regular and slow within the gentle breeze of the summer day, calmed
him. There was no rush, no need to feel pain, no need to be a part of
others. Just deliver the parchment and be done with it. Nobody would
think about him at all. He would be nothing.
It was, after all, the choice he had made for himself.
----o
An Haibane Renmei Fanfiction
Red Feathers in Old Home
by Dark Day For Anime
Part 2
Awakening - Painting - Ketsu
----o
Hikari has always felt uncomfortable with the early morning sunlight. She
didn't really know why, but it always made her feel sad. And sad was how
she felt that morning, both after waking up and seeing that morning light.
Standing in front of the mirror, she pressed the bridge of her glasses up
against her face and mumbled. "You would have to be the ugliest, most
stupid, most unlikable Haibane in existence, you know that? Well, what are
you going to do about it? Here's another day to change things, so use
it!" And she slapped both sides of her face with her hands, as much
psychologically preparing herself for the day as physically.
And so she put on her mask of happiness, brushed down the creases in the
front of her blouse and stepped out of her room into the hallway. And
heard the commotion. "What on earth...." She frowned, and briskly
followed the noise down to the courtyard.
It was full of people, mostly ordinary townsfolk, carting crates out of Old
Home. Fairly old, dusty-looking crates, as well. She recognised most of
them as being employees of Fujita, the elderly carpenter and
renovator, Fujita, a thin, grizzled looking man with his grey hair rapidly
receding from his scalp, stood back from his more burly workers and
assessed each crate as they went by, directing said worker to different
stacks at the far end of the courtyard, depending on how likely it looked
like the crate was about to collapse underneath its own weight.
Hikari watched this going on for a full minute before turning to see Rakka,
with Kumiko from the Festivals Committee, the House Mother and several
other womenfolk placing a wooden barrier around the workmens'
activities. Or, more correctly, trying to place a wooden barrier as they
herded several of the young feathers out of harm's way. The Twins were
standing behind the small crowd of young feathers, looking rather pleased
with having alerted their younger companions to current events.
"What's going on?" A soft voice whispered behind Hikari. She turned to
Hana as the younger Haibane stepped alongside her. "What are all those
people doing?"
"I don't know. I just got here, myself." Hikari smiled at her,
shrugging. Despite the fact that Hana had grown to become one of the older
feathers of Old Home, close to the same age as Kuu when she had arrived,
Hana was anything but a confident and open girl. At least, as she'd grown
older, she seemed to have lost a lot of her natural childhood curiosity and
become shy and solemn. Hana took hold of Hikari's sleeve, looking slightly
perturbed. "Well...." Hikari took a breath. "....Should we stand around
here all day, or find out what is going on?"
Hikari made her way over to where Rakka and Kumiko were now standing,
looking on bemusedly as the House Mother rounded up the young feathers for
class, whilst the twins did their best to help some of them escape. Hana
had remained latched to Hikari's sleeve all the way, flinching at one
point, when one of the workers almost dropped one of the crates nearby.
"Honestly." Kumiko, a woman in her early twenties, with shoulder-length
auburn hair, thin face and figure, and a rather businesslike demeanor in
her suit and dress, crossed her arms and shook her head at Rakka. "I had a
feeling you were going to find some excuse to get out of helping with my
work, but I didn't think it would be anything like this."
"It's not my fault. Honest." Rakka looked hurt by the comment. "I wanted
to help you, really." Kumiko shook her head again and smiled, placing a
hand on Rakka's head.
"You take me too seriously, you know that. I like that naivete." She
chuckled, eliciting an embarrassed smile from the Haibane. Rakka then
noticed Hikari and waved at her.
"Ah, there you are. I was wondering what happened to you."
"I overslept." Hikari shrugged, then gestured to the workmen. "What's
going on here?"
"The twins found a new cocoon."
"Eh?" Hikari's jaw almost hit the ground.
----o
She opened her eyes and stared at a floor, descending into a horrible,
ruddy distance. She wanted to move, but found that she couldn't. All she
could do was stare through eyes smeared with red, as the redness extended
towards the solitary light, rectangular in shape. She thought she could
see someone there, and tried to call out to them, but her voice would not
work, her mouth would not move. She was paralysed, she realised, and what
little sensation she could feel was retreating from her extremities.
She tried to call out again, and this time she heard her voice. A thin,
pathetic croak, barely audible. The light grew dimmer, and she panicked.
The world changed focus. The redness was gone from her eyes, and she could
feel once more. And she was running through a dark place. Running from
what, she didn't know, but she wanted to escape whatever it was. Whatever
the figure had been in the doorway. The figure wanted to hurt her, she
knew this to be true. And so she kept running, unable to see even the
slightest detail in what she was running through.
She turned and felt her felt slamming down stairs, and then light as she
flew into an open space. There was green to one side, white to the other,
and someone stood some distance away from her. Her feet kept moving,
towards the figure, and she knew that she must reach them, or it was all
going to stop. All time would stop for her, and she would be no more.
She reached out to the figure, whose hands were outstretched. The person
wanted her, wanted to hold her in their warm embrace. And she wanted to be
there, more than anything she could conceive, she wanted to be there. But
those arms seemed so far away, and whatever it was that had been chasing
her seemed to be getting ever closer.
She glanced over her shoulder, to see nothing but darkness. Darkness with
flying claws of shining metal. "Don't look." A soft voice echoed through
her mind. "Keep running. The darkness will never engulf you if you
run." And so she did.
And within moments, she felt herself reach the figure, throwing her arms
around them, almost tackling them as they flew backwards and off the
ground. And she looked up into the face of the figure, its quiet, gentle
smile, and watched as they floated away from danger on wings of the deepest
red. And she turned to watch the darkness on the ground, writhing in pain
as with each beat of those red wings, light spewed forth and killed
it. Slowly, surely, the beast was destroyed. It was never, ever, going to
hurt her again.
And then she opened her eyes, and found that she was alone once more.
----o
"You know, I don't know whether I should be surprised about this." Hikari
put her hands on her hips as they watched the last of the crates being
stacked. Kumiko turned to her.
"Really?" She shrugged. "Nothing surprises me when it comes to Haibane
any more." She chuckled. "You know, when I was a little girl, one of
these cocoons appeared in my bedroom closet."
Hikari opened her eyes widely. "You're kidding?"
"No." Kumiko smiled. "It was a small cocoon, nowhere near as big as the
one that is in there. Grew right out of the floor. Mama and Papa weren't
happy about it at all, but what can you do?" She looked around as Rakka
and several of the womenfolk laid out tables covered in sandwiches and cups
of tea, which the workmen, now having finished, eagerly descended
up. Hikari allowed these few moments of silence before tapping Kumiko on
the shoulder. "Hmm?" The woman looked at her, questioningly.
"So what happened? With the cocoon, I mean?"
"Oh, it hatched, eventually. A young Haibane girl about my age. My family
adopted her for a while. Nobody really knew what to do with her,
otherwise. We even asked the Washi whether we should have given her to the
other Haibane, but all he said was that she was born in our home, and it
would be her choice when to leave."
"That sounds like him." Hikari shrugged. "So what happened to her, in the
end?"
"We grew up together, like sisters, in a way. Its why I know so much about
Haibane and what happens after they hatch.... The sprouting of the wings,
the halo, everything.... I nursed her all by myself after her wings came
out. It taught me a lot." Kumiko's eyes became distant. "She named
herself Chigusa. I'm not sure why, but she said that there was a
reason. She would never tell us. And we went to school together, which
was a riot." She chuckled. "All the other kids were so jealous because I
had a Haibane for a sister." Then her expression changed, becoming
solemn. "She left us when I was fifteen. I suppose you could say she was
about the same age. She became very evasive, and then, one day she was
gone. We didn't know what happened, but the Washi told us that she
wouldn't be coming back."
"I'm sorry...." Hikari looked at her with concern. "I didn't want you to
bring up unpleasant memories."
Kumiko shrugged and wagged a finger. "Ah, you Haibane always bring out the
worst in me, honestly. It doesn't matter. I knew she was sad to leave us,
and probably wouldn't have if she really had a choice." She reached into
the collar of her blouse and pulled out a simple green-turquoise pendant,
hanging around her neck on a gold chain. "She gave this to me when I
turned thirteen. It's the one memento I have of her time with us. I've
always worn it whenever there is something important that I have to
do. For some reason, whenever I'm wearing it, I feel more confident."
"Ah, well, that's that done." They turned as Fujita approached them,
jotting down notes into a small booklet as he did so. "Yes, the room
certainly needs a lot of work done to it. I also took the liberty of
checking out some of the other rooms next door, and it appears as if their
structural integrity is quite sound. But I wouldn't want to leave this
place like this for much longer." He smiled as he pocketed his pen and
notebook. "Although I'm yet to check the North Wing. I'm lead to believe
that that is in a right state. We might have to seal it off permanently,
or even knock most of it down. Would be a shame." He looked around at the
Old Home. "Whoever designed and built this place were masters. Even with
most of the cement work crumbling and rising salt damp, its still holding
itself together pretty well. Almost like the place has a life and soul of
its own."
"Maybe it does." Hikari smiled. "I mean, after all, even I didn't know
about that storeroom until today. There are parts of the Old Home even I
haven't checked out in all my time here." She looked around, then
frowned. "By the way, have you seen Hana. She was here only a few moments
ago."
"I think all the workmen might have scared her off." Kumiko patted Hikari
on the shoulder. "Don't worry, she's probably gone back to her room."
----o
Hana peered through the doorway into the storeroom. Now that it had been
cleared, and with the windows cleared of their boardings, the room was
nowhere near as gloomy as it had been. Hana gripped the doorframe and
stared at the cocoon, nervously. Her curiosity getting the better of her,
she crept into the room, avoiding the pitfalls along the way.
She'd never seen a cocoon up close, before. She'd seen them, but she'd
never actually been allowed near them. Even if the other Haibane now
regarded her as one of the older group, she was quite sure they wouldn't
let her come close enough to touch it. At least, not when they were
around. And she really wanted to feel the outside of one, just once, just
to see what it was like.
She approached to within arm's reach, her right hand out to touch the
rough, grey-white surface, when a crashing sound behind her made her jump,
pressing against the side of the cocoon, looking back. The wooden planks
of the window boarding had been rested up against the wall, beside the
doorway, and one of the planks had slipped, bringing it and two others
alongside it, crashing to the floor. Hana watched as a small cloud of dust
filled the air around, and she put a hand to her chest, trying to calm her
heartbeat. She laughed to herself, feeling silly to have been so nervous,
when she heard a sound from the cocoon, and felt movement through its hide.
She turned to the cocoon, standing back and placing her hands against it,
trying to feel for any more signs of life. There was another noise, and,
more intently, she placed her ear up against it, listening.
----o
She wanted to close her eyes, again, but there was now light filtering
through to the inside of her sanctuary. And she was sure, so sure, that
there was someone outside, now, listening to her. She didn't know how, but
she knew they were there. A small, unobtrusive presence.... As nervous of
her as she was of it.
"Why don't you find out?" The calm voice said to her. The voice of the
figure with the red wings. "Find out who they are, Ketsu. Find out
everything about them. You want to know."
"I'm frightened." She could hear her mind's voice say, a vocalisation of
her thoughts. "What if they want to hurt me?"
"And what if they don't?" The question hung in her mind for several
moments. She didn't know what to do, and recoiled away from where she felt
the presence was. "Are you such a coward that you would be frightened by
shadows, Ketsu?" The voice chided, but gently so.
"Ketsu?" She placed her hands against her ears. "I.... I...."
"Hello?" The voice was soft and small. Different from the voice of the
figure. More unsure of itself. "Hello, can you hear me?" She turned to
where the presence was and stared. The outside of her sanctuary had become
translucent, as if losing its integrity, and she could see the shadow of a
figure, cast across the side. Controlling her fear, she floated towards
the figure, reaching out to touch the shell....
----o
Old Home stood before him, now. He'd been here before, of course. He'd
seen its dilapidated, yet somehow welcoming appearance. He'd seen many of
the Haibane who had lived there, though rarely those who resided today.
There seemed to be a lot of activity going on within, and he wondered if he
should investigate. He shook the notion from his mind and entered the
archway that lead to the courtyard. As quickly and as quietly as possible,
he stopped by the notice board and unravelled the parchment. And he paused.
The words on the parchment seemed to swim before his eyes. Words not meant
for him to read, almost encoded in a strange red ink. For a second he
harboured delusions that the ink was blood, still fresh enough to
smell. His stomach turned and he placed a hand against the rags that
covered the lower part of his face. The stench of blood always made him
feel ill.... But it couldn't be blood.... Why would they write a summons
to the Haibane in blood? It had to be ink of some sort, mixed in with some
concoction that had power....
The smell was gone in a moment, almost as if it had never been
there. Quickly, he pulled a pin from the notice board and placed the
summons on a portion of the board that was as prominent as possible. He
stood for a few moments, watching the bottom edge of the summons flutter
gently in the wind, then turned and walked away.
And then he paused, turned and looked back at the notice board. A memory,
clouded and indistinct, came to him. He placed a hand on his forehead and
tried to recall the fragment that had passed along the edges of his mind's
eye. A feather? A red feather? He seemed to remember something happening
in the past, something to do with red feathers.... But the memory was
gone, suppressed in a blinding headache that left him dazed. He staggered
away from the Old Home, gradually regaining his composure as he did
so. Better not to think, or to involve yourself, in the affairs of the
Haibane.
So why had the Washi sent him? He, in particular?
----o
"Hello? Can you hear me?" Said the voice from outside her
sanctuary. "Are you okay in there?"
She recoiled. The shadow of the figure seemed to mirror the shadow of her
dreams. She pushed herself back against the far wall of the sanctuary and
held herself.
She had to run.
Had to get away.
It was going to hurt her again.
A great onrush of darkness filled her.
She opened her mouth to speak. To shout. To scream.
A swirl of fluid was all that emerged. She was trapped. This wasn't a
sanctuary.... This was a pit where she was trapped and would be
killed. She didn't want to be here didn't want to be here didn't want to
be here....
She gripped the sides of her head as her world started to tumble. The pain
was returning. Agonising pain, searing through her skull until she was no
longer thinking, just feeling the torture and the torment.
This place was surely hell.
Her fingers pressed deep into her flesh. Any harder and she would have
started to self-mutilate. She almost wanted to do that, now. And then,
within the fluid that was sustaining her, she saw smears of red. Blood,
leaking from the wound. The wound that the darkness had given her. And
the red was blurring her vision. She was trapped, and there was no
escape. Not from the darkness.... Because the darkness was going to
follow her, wherever she went, and the darkness could not be sated by
herself, alone....
----o
"So, are we having fun, yet?" Rakka smiled as she stepped up beside
Kumiko. "Would you like to be the first one to see what is inside those
crates. Might be something worth selling at the Markets Festival." She
chuckled and held up the painting, which she had covered in a
cloth. "Although I probably beat you to it, by accident."
"Really.... You don't have to give away everything that belongs to
you." Kumiko crossed her arms, turning from Rakka to Hikari and
back. "You Haibane.... Honestly. You're always like this."
"Just say it's our way of thanking you for all the work you've put in for
us." Rakka looked down at the painting. "Though I'm sure there aren't
many people who would shell out something for this."
"What is it?" Hikari stepped up alongside Rakka as the other Haibane
started to unfold the cloth.
"It's a painting. Too weird and spooky to sell. I'll probably put it
amongst Reki's collection when we're done here." She showed the painting
to Hikari, and then to Kumiko, who raised an eyebrow.
"Red wings, eh? I seem to remember a story about that. An old wives tale,
so to speak." She placed a finger on the painting, running it down to feel
the grain of the strokes. "Weird." She looked up at both Rakka and
Hikari. "It's almost smooth, like there is no paint there at all. And its
kind of warm."
"Well, I have been holding it under my arm for the last few
minutes." Rakka chuckled.
"No, not that. When I touched it, I could feel something warm running up
my finger and into my arm." She looked at the hand. "It felt kind of
nice, really." She pointed at the figure in the picture. "That is what
one would call an Akabane. They usually look alike. Blond hair, red eyes,
red wings and...." She pointed to the halo above the head, which seemed
white from some angles, and red from others. "....And a halo that shimmers
white and red. Was this painting in the storeroom you just emptied?"
"Umm...." Rakka nodded. Kumiko turned back to the wing of Old Home where
the cocoon was located.
"I guess it means nothing. It might just be a coincidence."
There was a crashing sound nearby, and all three turned. Fujita had
returned from an inspection of the food and drink tables, with cups of tea
in slightly battered metal mugs for all of them, when he had seen the
picture. The tea had splashed all over his shoes and trouser cuffs, but he
seemed not to notice. "That.... Where did you get...." He suddenly
turned and looked around at the crates. "That room. You found it in that
room, didn't you?"
"Umm, yeah...." Rakka had shrunk, nervously. Hikari placed a hand on her
shoulder as Kumiko remonstrated with Fujita. His performance had created a
small audience from the workmen and womenfolk.
"Fujita, what is wrong with you? You're scaring Rakka." She put her hands
on her hips as Fujita's nerve seemed to return.
"I'm.... I'm sorry.... It's just that...." He shook his head. "No, I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." He looked down at his feet. "Oh,
look at what I've done. I'll have to clean this all up and...."
There was a huge crashing sound from within Old Home, and a cry of surprise
and fear. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at each other.
"Hana...." Hikari, the first to react, brushed past Kumiko, running across
the courtyard to the entrance to the wing where the cocoon was
located. "That was Hana!" She shouted back to them, before they followed....
----o
There was fluid running freely across the floor, from the doorway to the
storeroom. Hikari felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her belly as Rakka
ran into the back of her, still clutching the painting.
"This is bad. This is really bad." Rakka said, breathlessly. "It's too
soon. The cocoon hadn't hardened properly, yet. It's far too soon."
Hikari carefully splashed across to the doorway.... the fluid had a soapy
texture, which lead to Rakka, Kumiko, Fujita, the Twins and a few others
slipping and sliding as they tried to follow her.
Within the room, the cocoon had broken wide open, almost as if it had
exploded, rather than cracked open by its inhabitant. On her knees, near
the broken exit of the cocoon, soaked in the fluid, was Hana, holding an
older girl in her arms. The girl had long black hair, and was exceedingly
thin, as if she hadn't been eating properly. She was covered in the simple
white smock that all Haibane wear in the cocoon.
Hana looked up, guiltily, clutching the girl tightly. "I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to do it. Really...." She looked as if she were about to
cry. Hikari and Kumiko ran over to her and helped her to her feet as Rakka
took the cloth that had covered the painting and placed it behind the
newborn's head.
"What happened?" Hikari asked Hana, gently, as curious onlookers watched
the Twins clamber into the remains of the cocoon, slipping and sliding
along its curved-bowl base.
"It sounded like she was in pain. I could hear it." Hana's eyes filled
with tears. "I could hear her.... She wanted to escape from there, so I
pressed against the side of the cocoon. It was soft, but it wouldn't
break. And then.... And then...." She shivered and pressed herself
against Hikari. "It exploded. It scared me. The next thing I knew, I was
holding her. I don't know why. I don't know anything."
Hikari swallowed as Hana started to go limp, then, with all her effort,
turned and lifted the girl onto her back, feeling uncomfortable as the girl
pressed against her wings. She then stood and started to carry her from
the storeroom, helped along by Fujita and another workman. Kumiko knelt
beside Rakka, who was brushing the long black hair away from the face of
the newborn.
"How is she?"
"I'm not sure. I think she's awake, but...." Rakka held up her
hand. There were smears of blood on it. "I don't know. I think she's
been hurt, somehow, but I can't find a would or a scratch."
Kumiko leaned forward and carefully worked through the hairline of the
newborn. "It doesn't look like she's been scratched, or anything. It
might be because of her hatching early." She looked up at the shell, where
the Twins were playing. Until Sa put her foot through the base, showing
just how fragile the shell still was. Kumiko snapped at them, telling them
to get out before they received the whipping of their
lives. Unsurprisingly, both vacated the storeroom fairly quickly.
----o
The darkness was receding once more. But it was there, lingering at the
back of her mind, waiting for its chance to be set free. And now there was
light. True light. She could feel warmth spreading through her. She was
safe. Perhaps. At least for the time being.
"Does it not feel better to be free of the fear?" The soft voice of the
red-winged figure cooed in her mind. "I am always here to protect
you. Nothing shall happen as long as you call for me. As long as you
allow me into your life. The darkness shall never harm you."
She opened her eyes and looked up into the face of the figure. Her golden
hair cascading around a face, marked with two shining rubies for
eyes. Those eyes radiated a warmth that she found irresistible. She
reached up to touch the face. "Do you promise? Do you promise to always
protect me?" She whispered, gently, her voice still thin and reedy.
"Do you doubt me?" The figure sounded somewhat disappointed.
"No.... No, that's not what I mean. I.... Please don't go away. Please
stay with me...." She brushed the figure's cheek. "The darkness is still
out there, and it will never go away."
"The darkness fears me, more than anything. If it were to chase you here,
I will destroy it, with my own hands. Wait, and you shall see...."
And the figure's face shifted and changed, her features becoming
clearer. And, eventually, before her was the face of a girl some four
years her senior, with light brown/auburn hair, hanging messily and wavily
underneath a glowing blue-white halo. A gentle face. Kind. She continued
to brush the cheek of the person, lovingly. "Please don't ever go
away." She whispered, and realised she could feel the coolness of air
passing down her windpipe.
"I.... I'll try...." The girl said, then looked over at another figure,
that of an older woman, dressed in rather severe clothes (although somewhat
messed up at the moment). She felt damp and looked down at the floor,
seeing a fine film of the liquid that she had been floating in not so long
ago. She then looked up at the cocoon, now broken and forlorn.
"I escaped. I broke out of there. I'm not trapped in the shell
anymore." She closed her eyes as her hand dropped from the girl's
face. "Not trapped anymore...."
"We should take her to the guestroom." The girl said to the woman. We
need to get her a change of clothes.... and wash her down. Now that she is
out, things are going to happen pretty quickly."
"Right." The woman said, and she stood clapping her hands
together. "Everyone, out of the way. We're going to need a couple of
burly men to carry this girl. Get something that could be used as a
stretcher."
She opened her eyes again and looked over her protector's shoulder. She
wanted to reach up and touch the wings there. Only the wings weren't red,
as she had been expecting. A clean, charcoal grey, like the wings of a
wild pigeon. For a moment she was confused, and frowned. "You.... Your
wings...."
The girl looked back at her wings, then smiled at her. "Nice, aren't
they? You'll have some of your own, soon." The girl gently brushed her
face. "Don't talk or move so much. Right now, what you need is
rest. Sleep. For the time being, I'll take care of you."
The girl's soothing voice chased away the last vestiges of the darkness
that hung around the edges of her consciousness. She smiled and
nodded. "Can I ask you one thing?"
"Anything."
"What is your name? I must know. After everything, I must know...."
"My name is Rakka."
"Rak....ka." She allowed the word to roll off her tongue and into her
memory. "It is nice to meet you, Rakka. I am.... I am...."
"Shhhh...." Rakka hushed her. "Not now. There is much we need to talk
about. But not now."
"Much we need to talk about.... Yes. Much I need to talk with you about,
Rakka. I am.... I am.... Ketsu."
"Eh?" Rakka stared at her, but she had fallen asleep. "Ketsu? Ketsu, as
in....?" She frowned, then looked at the bloodstain on her
fingers. "Ketsu...." She whispered. "The blooded one...."
"The blooded one is falling into your arms, only to be let go." Reki's
voice echoed through her mind. The blooded one was now in her arms. Why
should she let her go?
Why should she?
----o
He looked back at the Old Home, having placed some distance between himself
and it. He could feel the tear in the fabric of Glie that occurred with
the arrival of every new feather. This one was a strong, almost
irreparable tear.... And so he turned to the Western Woods, and watched,
and waited.
In summer, the wall that surrounded Glie was strong. But even the most
determined evil was capable of breaching its defences. It was only a
matter of time, especially for an evil a patient as this....
END OF PART 2
----o
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