Beyond Cloudfall - Chapter 9
On that midsummer night dampened by dew, time seemed to freeze.
All dreams of the future remain sweet and weightless.
After giving up half of my soul, that blood red greatsword never appeared again. Perhaps I’ve lost the ability to wield it, and am no longer the one who can slay the dragon.
Then, does this count as breaking the dragon’s curse? All I can do is look toward Tarus City.
But as time goes by, the other half of the dragon’s soul within me begins to boil, igniting my with the same feverish desire as his.
As days and nights pass in turn, I gradually forget who I am.
Sometimes, I am the dragon hiding alone in the black chapel. Other times, I am the human awaiting trial in the Sanctuary’s courtyard.
There is even a time when I regain consciousness and discover myself biting into the neck of the Legion of Justitia guard who was watching me.
The Sanctuary’s courtyard grows more and more quiet. Perhaps it’s because there are fewer and fewer people in Ivory City.
The planet is rapidly falling into ruin. Before leaving, the last member of the Legion of Justitia tells me that the dragon has long broken free of their restraints, gone completely mad, and destroyed nearly every city.
Doomsday inexorably arrives. All that remains on this planet is the catastrophic evil dragon. I never saw Sylus again—
Until the day of “Doomsday’s Judgment,” when I am brought to the highest “Court of Justitia” on Philos.
The Court of Justitia hangs high in the air. Beneath the billowing red clouds, dozens of Arbiterwings symbolizing circle silently.
Surrounded by the Legion of Justitia, the Sacred Judicator, dressed in red robes, appears on the towering judgment platform like a lifeless statue.
His aged voice echoes across the sky above the planet, enumerating the crimes that the dragon and I had catastrophically brought upon the world, beginning this grand execution.
Sacred Judicator: First crime: worshiping evil and desire without repentance. The heart has fallen into corruption…
Sacred Judicator: Second crime: consorting with the Evil Demon, and bearing the Demon’s contract brand. The body has fallen into corruption…
Sacred Judicator: Third crime: plundering wealth, insatiable greed. The actions have fallen into corruption.
Several chains bind me at the center of the platform. Besides the clanking sounds of my struggles, I can hear nothing else.
Blood churns in my mind, as restless as the dragon.
Sacred Judicator: These fifteen crimes are confirmed. Execute the Sorceress immediately.
As the Arbiterwings shriek sharply,
MC: …!
My knees struggle to support my heavy body as I stand, but before I can straighten my back, the next bolt of lightning tears through my
With my face pressed against the icy ground, at this moment, all I can think of is the dragon who had fallen into the valley with his chest pierced through.
MC: (...Sylus.)
That requiem—I remember the dragon likes this song.
But, I have never sung it in full for him.
MC: (This is the first time, and it is the last time…)
It’s as if I’ve returned to that night in Tarus City, on the peak of the dragon’s lair. He is sitting beside me, saying, “Sing it again.”
Tiny notes squeeze out of my chest, gathering into fragments bit by bit with great difficulty, to form a melody.
MC: (If you can’t hear this, in the future… perhaps no one will ever sing for you again…)
Lightning piercing through my soul repeatedly interrupts my song, yet I continue to sing, not noticing that all other sounds have vanished—the entire Court of Justitia has fallen silent, with only the lingering requiem echoing.
The final notes echo and dissipate into the ground. After a long pause, as if in response, a dragon’s long, drawn-out roar comes from behind the crimson clouds.
MC: ( …Is that… the dragon’s voice?)
Sacred Judicator: … It has arrived. The dragon descends.
Sacred Judicator: The true Doomsday’s Judgment has begun—restrain her, control the dragon’s bait!
The ground violently quakes as towering divine statues surrounding the Court turn their bodies and reveal the tips of sharp spears.
The Legion of Justitia surges forth like a tide from all directions, the cold gleam of the blades in their hands pointing towards the approaching dragon.
It is only upon hearing the Judicator’s command that I finally understand—this judgment targeting me was always a carefully orchestrated final hunt for the dragon.
Flames shake the ground.
Stone feathers shot by the Arbiterwings pierce through the dragon’s wings, while the Legion’s lightning-charged arrows embed themselves in between its scales.
The dragon’s wings are nearly shredded to pieces, but no injury can stop a maddened dragon.
It’s as if he doesn’t understand pain. In the end, in the vast Court of Justitia, only I remain.
Through the clouds, the dragon, , plunges towards me. In his eyes is only the primordial chaos and madness that belongs to a beast.
I know he’s only a dragon. He can no longer recognize me.
Closing my eyes, I recall the long-winded story about dragons that I had once watched in a tavern with a man named Sylus…
And in the end, the blood-drenched dragon claws that had pierced his beloved’s chest.
Sylus: But a monster can never truly become human. He can’t escape a dragon’s fate, nor can he love anyone for long.
Sylus: So, at the end of the story, he killed his beloved.
Sylus: This is the dragon’s curse.
Facing the direction of the wind, I spread my arms, wanting to embrace my dragon one last time.
But I do not receive an embrace, nor do I meet death.
Before the dragon’s attack arrives, I feel a hand grasp my wrist.
He presses my hand against his chest, and faintly, I feel the resonance with the other half of our souls.
MC: (...Sylus?!)
In the second before the death brought by the dragon would have arrived, through the resonance of our souls, the blood red greatsword once again appears from my palm.
My heart lets out a silent scream, but the sword still pierces straight through the dragon’s chest.
It looks as though I had thrust it in with my own hands.
MC: What… have I done?
MC: Blood… there’s so much blood…
Sylus: You must not fall here!
Sylus: Because once you fall… you’ll never be able to turn back.
MC: Sylus!
If I fall, fate—as preordained—will fall into the cursed abyss, and it can never turn back.
The dragon tightly grips my hand and, using all of his strength, drives the sword deeper into his own chest.
It’s like a life that refuses to admit defeat, mocking the curse and defying fate one last time.
I wrap my arms around the dragon’s neck and fall together with him from the clouds.
Using the last of its strength, the dragon carries me away from the Court of Justitia, flies past the obsidian chapel, and crashes in the valley full of datura flowers in bloom.
His body quietly lies among the flowers, my image reflected in his garnet-like eyes.
MC: Look at me… I forbid you to close your eyes…!
Tears fall into his eyes as I lower my head, letting him leave a kiss between my brows.
The dark red light in its eyes dims as obsidian crystals crawl across its scales, gradually covering its entire body.
My dragon is dead.
As its body disintegrates, the hardened crystals flake away into fragments, piece by piece.
Wind sweeps through the valley, lifting the fragments like black petals that gently rise, wrapping me in their embrace—
In that moment, the dragon’s soul seems to pass through my body, and in an instant, I see everything about him.
Deep in the cave, the boy who had grown up with dragons tightly grips a dagger and presses its gleaming blade against the base of the tender dragon horns atop his head.
He clenches his teeth, and in the next second, blood flows down and streaks over that hate-filled right eye.
Yet, the secret is still quickly discovered. All of the dragons are killed in the valley, and only he is taken away as a human.
But when people see new horns which symbolize the Evil Demon growing atop his head, the spears they had put away are thrust back into his chest again.
He tumbles down among the valley’s shattered rocks, blood boiling in his body. Something unknown supports him as he staggers to his feet.
When he comes back to his senses, all who had hurt him lie dead in pools of blood.
Black and red blood mist rises from their bodies, flowing along the dragon horns atop his head and the tail behind him, at the center of his chest.
His bowed back splits open with two bloodied gashes, two dragon wings struggling to force their way out, shattering rocks as they suddenly unfurl—the curse he once despised has become his power.
This time, he no longer hesitates, turning to fly into the depths of the valley.
The dragon bones in my arms have also dissolved into petals that drift away, and wherever they drift, the bright red datura flowers turn black.
In that moment, I smell the scent of flowers. Is that the scent of his soul, tinged with a faint, burning bitterness?
MC: (Sylus…)
My beloved was born amid apocalyptic terror.
People cursed his life, fabricated his sins, and celebrated his death.
Only one person ever gazed into his gem-like eyes, embraced his burning soul, and sang to him in the night wind.
He had long since branded the mark of his existence into my life.
Yet his vengeance against fate is like a sword that has pierced my chest.
MC: Sylus… I curse your soul…
He said the best way to punish someone is to make them live forever.
MC: I curse your soul to never dissipate…
MC: Forever bound to me.
I reach up and grasp the last black petal, as if seizing the last fragment of his soul—
MC: My curse... Only I can…
MC: Grant you a true death.
From deep within the valley comes a faint dragon’s roar. The petals quiver and are carried distantly by the wind, as though the dragon has returned to the white clouds.
It feels as though horns like tender branches are growing atop my head. Sharp pain pierces through my spine as a dragon tail replaces what was once my tailbone.
I walk into the valley that had once accepted him.
After my dragon leaves, I finally become the same kind of being as him.
On that dew-drenched midsummer night, time seemed to freeze in place.
Every thought of the future remained sweet and light.
After giving up half of my soul, the greatsword never appeared again. Perhaps I lost the power to wield it, no longer able to slay the dragon.
Does this mean the dragon’s curse has been broken? All I can do is look toward Tarus City.
But as time goes on, the half of the dragon’s soul within me burns more fiercely, a fervent desire like his searing my mind. With the ever-changing days and nights, I start to forget who I am.
Sometimes, I’m the dragon hiding alone in the black chapel. Other times, I’m a human awaiting judgment in the Sanctuary’s courtyard.
When I came to my senses one time, I found myself sinking my teeth into the neck of a soldier who was guarding me.
The courtyard grows quieter by the day, perhaps because there are fewer people left in the Ivory City.
The planet is in rapid decline. Before leaving, the last soldier tells me that the dragon has broken free from their restraints. He’s gone completely mad and has nearly destroyed every city.
The end of the world will be upon us. Soon, this ruined planet will only have the rampaging dragon left. I haven’t seen Sylus until—
The Doomsday Judgment arrives. They take me to the highest Court of Justitia on Philos.
The Court of Justitia hangs high in the sky. Under swirling red clouds, several Arbiterwings symbolizing divine retribution stay silent as they circle above.
Amidst the ranks of the Legion of Justitia, the Sacred judicator, wearing magnificent robes, stands on the looming platform like a lifeless statue.
An ancient voice reverberates across the planet, enumerating the crimes the dragon and I have wrought upon the world, the reason why this grand execution is being held in the first place.
Sacred Judicator: First crime: worshipping evil and desire, showing no repentance, letting your heart fall to corruption…
Sacred Judicator: Second crime: consorting with a Fiend and bearing its mark, tainting your very body with corruption…
Sacred Judicator: Third crime: plundering wealth and embracing insatiable greed, actions steeped in corruption…
Chains bind me at the center. Beyond the rattling of the chains as I struggle, I hear nothing.
Blood surges into my head, a restless fury rising in me, dragon-like and fierce.
Sacred Judicator: You are guilty on all fifteen counts, Sorceress. You shall be executed as a result. And it will be done immediately.
With a shrill cry from the Arbiterwings, a bolt of lightning strikes my soul.
MC: …!
Struggling to keep me upright, my knees buckle under the weight. But before I can stand again, another bolt of lightning rips through my mind and tears apart my senses.
With my face pressed against the cold floor, I recall the image of the dragon plummeting into the valley, his chest pierced by a sword.
MC: (...Sylus.)
I remember the dragon who likes that requiem.
But I’ve never sung it to him in full.
MC: This is the first…and the last time.)
It’s like I'm back in Tarus City at night as I sit atop the dragon’s lair. He sits besides me and says, “Sing it again.”
Tiny notes squeeze their way out of my chest. They gradually forge the fragments of an unfinished melody.
MC: (If you can’t hear this now… Someone might never sing for you ever again…)
Soul-piercing lightning repeatedly interrupts my song. But I keep singing, unaware that all other sounds have faded away.
The entire Court of Justitia falls into complete silence. Only the sorrowful requiem echoes through its halls.
As the final notes fade into the earth, there is a long silence. And then, as if to respond in kind, a deep, resounding roar emerges from the crimson clouds.
MC: (Is that… a dragon?)
Sacred Judicator: …It’s here. The dragon is here.
Sacred Judicator: The true Doomsday Judgment has begun! Get her! Get the bait!
The floor rumbles as the eighteen towering statues surrounding the court pivot, revealing their spearheads.
The Legion of Justitia surge from all directions like a tide, the cold gleam of their blades pointing at the dragon.
Only upon hearing the Sacred Judicator’s command do I realize my judgment was actually a trap for the dragon.
The flames tremble on the ground.
Stone feathers launched by the Arbiterwings pierce through the dragon’s wings, while electrified arrows from the Legion lodge themselves in his scales.
The wings are nearly shredded, but no amount of damage can stop a dragon in a frenzy.
It’s as if he feels no pain. In the end, I am the only one left standing on this vast platform of the Court of Justitia.
Through the clouds, the dragon, battered and broken, dives toward me, his eyes filled with nothing but the wild chaos of a beast.
I know he’s just a dragon now. He doesn’t recognize me anymore.
Closing my eyes, I recall that long, drawn-out story about a dragon that I watched in a dim tavern. A man called Sylus was next to me…
And in the end, the dragon plunged his bloodied claws into his lover’s chest.
Sylus: Yet a monster can never truly become a human. He cannot escape his fate as a dragon, nor can he love anyone for long.
Sylus: At the end of the story, he killed his beloved.
Sylus: This is the dragon’s curse.
Yes, it’s the end of another story. Facing the wind, I spread my arms. I want to embrace my dragon one last time.
But I don’t feel an embrace, nor the touch of death.
Just before the dragon’s strike lands, I feel a hand seize my wrist.
He presses my hand against his chest. I feel the resonance between two souls.
MC: (...Sylus?!)
In the split second before the dragon’s death blow, under the pull of our resonating souls, the blood-red greatsword reappears in my grasp.
My heart lets out a silent scream, yet the sword still pierces the dragon’s chest.
It looks as if I were the one who plunged it in.
MC: What… What have I done?
Sylus: You must press on. Because if you don’t, there’s no going back.
If I fall, fate itself will plunge us into the Abyss as it was written. I won’t be able to go back.
The dragon grips my hand tightly and uses all his strength to push the sword further into his own chest.
It’s as if an unyielding life is mocking the curse and making a final stand against fate.
I hold onto the dragon’s neck as we plummet through the clouds together.
With the last bit of his strength, the dragon carries me away from the Court of Justitia. We fly over the black obsidian chapel and crash into a valley filled with blooming datura.
His body lies quietly among the flowers. In his garnet-like eyes is my reflection.
MC: Look at me… You’re not allowed to close your eyes!
My tears fall onto him as I lower my head. I allow him to place a kiss on my forehead.
The dark-red glow in his eyes dims. Obsidian-like crystals crawl over the dragon’s scales, slowly covering his entire body.
My dragon is gone.
As his body disintegrates, shards of crystal begin to peel away.
The wind blows through the valley, lifting those fragments like black petals, wrapping around me—
At that moment, it feels as if the dragon’s soul is passing through my body. His life, everything about him, appears before me.
Deep within a cave, the boy who grew up with dragons tightly grips the dagger. He presses the gleaming blade against the base of his tender horn.
He clenches his teeth. Blood flows down a moment later and passes his right eye that’s filled with rage.
It’s not long before they’re discovered. All the dragons are killed in the valley except for him. He’s taken away as a human.
But when people saw the horns growing on his head, blades once sheathed were thrust into his chest.
He rolls into the rubble at the bottom of the valley. His blood boils. He doesn’t know how, but he manages to stand. His legs tremble.
When he comes to his senses, everyone who hurt him is already lying in a pool of blood.
Black-red mist drifts from their bodies. It travels along the dragon’s horns to his tail before entering the wound in the young man’s chest.
His hunched back splits open. From two bloody streaks, two dragon wings struggle to release themselves. They shatter stones as they suddenly unfold.
The curse he once despised has become his strength.
He doesn’t hesitate this time. He flies into the depths of the valley.
The dragon bone cradled in my arms dissolves into petals, drifting past me. Everywhere they touch, the bright red datura flowers turn black.
I smell a floral fragrance. Is this the scent of his soul that carries a faint, scorching bitterness?
MC: (Sylus…)
My beloved was born into apocalyptic terror.
People cursed his existence, fabricated his sins, and celebrated his death.
Only one person ever gazed into his jewel-like eyes, embraced his burning soul, and sang to him in the night wind.
He had already etched the traces of his existence deep into my life.
Yet his retaliation against fate pierces my chest like a sword.
MC: Sylus… I curse your soul…
He says the best way to punish someone is to let them live forever.
MC: I curse your soul… To never fade away…
MC: You’ll always be tied to me. Forever.
I pinch the last black petal as if grasping the final piece of his soul—
MC: This is my curse… Only I can…
MC: Grant you a true death.
From the depths of the valley, a faint dragon’s roar echoes. The petal flutters, drifting far on the wind, like a dragon returning to the clouds above.
I feel something sprouting from my head like tender branches. Sharp pain pierces my spine as a dragon’s tail replaces my tailbone.
I walk into the valley that once embraced him.
It is only after my dragon has gone that I finally become one with him.
在那个被露水沾湿的仲夏夜里，时间仿佛被封存。
一切关于未来的畅想，都还是甜美而轻盈的。
交出自己的半片灵魂后，那柄巨剑再也没有出现过，或许我已经失去了动用它的能力，不再是那个能杀死龙的人了。
这样，算不算打破了龙的诅咒呢？我唯有望向塔尔城的方向。
可随着时间的推移，龙的半片灵魂却在我的身体里日益沸腾，与他相同狂热的欲望灼烧起我的神志。
日月交替之间，我渐渐不再记得自己是谁。
有时，我是独自躲在黑色礼堂里的龙，有时我又是圣堂后院中等待被审判的人类。
甚至有一次当我清醒过来时，发现自己正咬着看守我的圣裁军的脖颈。
圣堂后院越来越寂静，也许是因为白曜城的人越来越少了。
星球在快速地凋敝，最后一个看守我的圣裁军在离开前说，龙早就挣脱了他们的钳制，彻底发了狂，几乎毁掉了每一座城池。
末日不可阻挡地到来了，这颗星球上只剩下为祸的恶龙，我再也没有见过秦彻——
直到 “末日审判”到来的那一天，我被带到了菲罗斯星上最高的“裁决之庭”。
在圣裁军的簇拥下，红袍的圣裁主教出现在高耸的裁决台上，像一尊没有生命的雕像。
数道锁链将我禁锢在中央，耳旁除了挣扎间带起的“哗哗”声，什么都听不到。
血液翻涌进脑海，像龙一样躁动不安。
随着裁决之隼尖锐的叫，落雷击打在我的灵魂中。
玩家：……!!!
膝盖努力支撑着沉重的身躯站起，但还没直起腰，下一道落雷便又撕裂了我的神志。
脸贴在冰冷的地面上，那一刻，我想起被刺穿胸膛坠落在山谷间的龙。
细小的音符自我的胸膛挤出，一点一滴汇聚为难成曲调的乐段。
贯穿灵魂的落雷一次次将歌声打断，我继续唱着，没有察觉到一切声音都消失了——整座裁决之庭静谧无声，回荡着的，只有那首缠绵的安魂曲。
尾音回荡着在地面消散，许久，如同回应一般，彤云背后传来一声悠长的吟啸。
玩家：（⋯是⋯龙的声音？）
圣裁主教：……它来了，龙降临了。
圣裁主教：真正的末日裁决开始了——控制住她，控制住龙饵！
地面震动，十八柱立在裁決庭周围的高大神像背转身躯，露出了矛尖。
潮水般的圣裁军从四面八方涌来，手中利刃的寒光直指龙飞来的方向。
听到主教的命令我才明白，这场针对我的裁决，原是一场谋划好的对龙的最终猎杀。
火光震荡地面。
裁决之隼发射出的石羽穿透龙翼，圣裁军手上带着电流的羽箭插进它的鳞甲间。
龙翼几乎被撕碎了，但没有任何伤害能阻止一只发狂的龙。
它如同不知痛楚，最终，偌大的裁决之庭上只剩下我最后一个。
云中，龙伤痕累累向我俯冲而来，它的眼中仅有独属于野兽的混沌与疯狂。
我知道，它只是龙，它已经认不出我了。
闭上眼，我想起曾经在小酒馆和那个叫秦彻的男人一起看过的冗长的关于龙的故事……
和最后，插入爱人胸膛的鲜血淋漓的龙爪。
秦彻：但怪物终究无法真正成为人类，他摆脱不了龙的命运，也无法长久地去爱什么人。
秦彻：所以，在故事的最后，他杀死了自己的爱人。
秦彻：这是龙的诅咒。
又一段故事演到了结局——朝着风来的方向，我张开双宵，想要最后拥抱我的龙。
可是我没有等来拥抱，也没有等来死亡。
在龙的袭击来临之前，我感到有一只手抓住了我的手腕。
他把我的手按在自己的胸膛，微妙地，我感觉到了和另外一半灵魂间产生的共振。
玩家：（⋯⋯秦彻？！）
在龙所带来的死亡到来的前一秒，在灵魂的共振之下，那把血红的巨剑自我的掌心再度出现了。
我的心发出无声的呐喊，可它依旧直接贯穿了龙的胸膛。
看起来，就像是由我亲手插入的一样。
玩家：我⋯做了什么？
玩家：血⋯⋯好多血⋯⋯
秦彻：别在这里倒下！
秦彻：因为你一旦倒下⋯⋯ 就再也不能回头了。
玩家：秦彻！
一旦倒下，命运就会如写好的那样坠落诅咒的深渊，再也不能回头。
龙紧握住我的手，用尽全力将剑推进自己的胸膛。
像是一个不肯认输的生命对诅咒的嘲弄，和对命运最后的反抗。
我抱着龙的脖子，与它一起坠落云端。
龙用尽最后的力气载着我离开裁决之庭，飞过黑曜石礼堂，跌在开满曼陀罗的山谷间。
它的躯体安静地俯在花丛中，石榴石般的眼睛里映出我的倒影。
玩家：看着我⋯⋯我不许你闭上眼睛⋯⋯！
泪水坠落在它的眼眶中，我低下头，让它在我的眉间留下一个吻。
眼中暗红色的光黯淡下去，黑曜石般的晶体爬上龙的鳞甲，逐渐覆盖了它的全身。
我的龙死了。
随着身躯的瓦解，坚硬的晶体片片剥落。
山谷间的风吹来，它们如黑色的花瓣轻盈腾起，将我拥进怀中——
那一刻，龙的灵魂仿佛穿过我的身体，一瞬间，我看到了他的所有。
洞穴深处，那个和龙一起长大的少年握紧匕首，将雪亮的刃贴在头顶稚嫩的龙角根部。
他紧咬住牙齿，下一秒鲜血流下，划过那只被愤恨填满的右眼。
很快，秘密还是被发现了，所有的龙被杀死在山谷里，只有他被当做人类带走。
可当人们看到他头顶长出的象征恶魔的新角时，那些原本已经收起的长矛，又被插进他的胸腔。
他滚落在山谷下的碎石中，血液在身体里沸腾，不知是什么支撑着他摇摇欲坠地站起。
等回过神，刚才伤害他的人已经全部在血泊中倒下。
黑红色的血雾自他们的身躯飘出，顺着头顶的龙角与背后的尾巴，钻进少年胸腔中央的伤口里。
弓起的背脊裂开两道血痕，两片龙翼挣扎着从中挤出，震裂碎石，骤然展开——曾经被他厌弃的诅咒，成为了他的力量。
这一次他再也没有迟疑，转身向山谷深处飞去。
怀中的龙骨也化作花瓣飘散了，飘过的地方，鲜红的曼陀罗也变成了黑色。
那一刻我闻到了花香，那是他灵魂的气味吗，带着淡淡的灼烧的苦涩。
玩家：（秦彻⋯）
我的爱人，诞生在末日般的恐慌之中。
人们诅咒他的生命，构陷他的罪恶，欢庆他的死亡。
唯有一人，曾凝视过他宝石般的眼瞳，拥抱过他滚烫的灵魂，在夜风中对他歌唱。
他早已把自己存在过的痕迹烙印在我的生命里
可他对命运的报复，却又像一柄剑刺入我的胸膛。
玩家：秦彻⋯ 我诅咒你的灵魂⋯
他说，惩罚一个人最好的方式，就是让对方永远活着。
玩家：我诅咒你⋯ 灵魂永不消散⋯
玩家：永远被我牵系。
我拾手捏住最后一片黑色的花瓣，像抓住他最后的灵魂——
玩家：我诅咒⋯⋯只有我可以⋯⋯
玩家：赐予你真正的死亡。
山谷深处隐隐传来龙啸，花瓣颤动，被风送向远处，如同龙回到了白云中。
仿佛有嫩枝一样的角从头顶长出，尖锐的疼痛刺破我的脊背，龙尾替代了原本的椎骨。
我走进这片曾经接纳过他的山谷间。
在我的龙离开以后，我终于成为了和他一样的生命。
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