Torbjaer Mountains, campsite on the way to Rog Hodun
47 Winter 217
Sav
Sav puts down the magnifying glass, pushes up her goggles, and gazes at the grave goods neatly arrayed before her, troubled.
They gleam, undented and untarnished despite the eons they had lain undisturbed on the body of the dwarven warrior. The hero who had sacrificed themself to protect the children behind them, to no avail. The one who had scratched out that phrase with the last of their strength: The frost does not forget
“The frost does not forget,” she murmurs aloud, then, louder, “Forget what?”
She looks up and around at whomever might be within the shelter of her spell. “These,” she says to no one in particular, stretching out a hand over the artifacts she’d spent the last hour identifying the properties of, “are pure powerful.”
A hand on the ice-steel spear. “A lance of deepest winter’s frost, an’ it casts magic sometimes too.”
She taps the shield. “Protection against the cold and the flame, adds a nice bit o’ frostburn if you bash somebum wi’ it, and it has its own workins too, once a day.”
A knock on the armor, which echoes with a cold, musical chiming. “E’en better protection ‘gainst cold an’ flame, an’ in a pinch ye can take a side-step intae the plane o’ spirits or blast somefoes wi’ a winter’s gale.”
She pats the blue-stitched pouch. “Fresh-baked blueberry tarts.” Almost as an afterthought, she adds, “Also some types o’ restorative mixtures.”
She spreads her hands. “All stuffed wi’ ice magics, like the wisps an’ jellies we met. Same as the traces o’ liquid in the dried fountain, an’ most likely the same as the blue water fillin’ most o that underground city. And this dwarf, the one we found wearin this stuff. Probably made by that un’s kintype. Pure power, made by the pure powerful.
“And we found ‘em dead, their city abandoned and flooded.
“So what killed ‘em? Are those frost beasties the ones what did ‘em in, or are they the remains of guardians the lostfolk unleashed against their enemies? An’ if so, where are those enemies now?”
She frowns a little, adding, “The frost does not forget. It was so damn important to that ‘un that ‘twas the last thing they wanted to leave. But what does it mean? Is it that they, the dwarves, they’re the frost, and they willnae forget this wipin’ them out, they left some kinda trap that lingered even after they’re gone? Or is it that they did somethin’ terrible to harness all that frost Stuff, an’ found it reboundin’ on them such that those frost beasties rose up ‘gainst them?”
Apparently not done with her out-loud speculation yet, she adds, “Whatever ‘twas that killed them, they weren’t interested in their goods or their bodies—or whatever happened next left no chance for the goods an’ bodies to be retrieved.”
Roux
“Sav’s right.” Roux plucks a string of his now-tuned lute bow, which rings out with a magical resonance. He looks up to the group. “We aren’t prepared for what’s to come.” He lets those words hang in the air as the note fades. “Our last fight did not go well. And the one before that wasn’t any better. We’re scraping by. Scrambling when things go amiss. It’s going to get us killed.” He pauses for a moment. “I think we need a more general battle plan that way we can adapt to whatever we encounter… Roles and secondary roles. A flow we can get into…
“When a fight starts, I’m usually far from any enemies, so I’ll shoot a bolt at them. But I tend to run towards the action, especially if someone is in trouble or facing down a foe alone. I’m swinging melee most of the time, and I don’t really have magic to hit a bunch of them at once, unless they are in a line and I throw this.” Roux gestures to the Lightning Javelin propped against a stone next to him. “I can heal myself a bit and teleport if I get into real trouble, but the point is, I’m going to be running in, swinging away, and taking hits most of the time. And if we decide to run from a battle,” Roux looks around at each of them, “I want to make sure all of you get away safely first… That’s what you can expect of me in battle.
“You each have things you’re really good at. Vanja, you’re great at keeping everyone healed, but if everyone is doing alright, you also pack a hell of a punch with those axes. Astarael, your lightning sword kind of speaks for itself, but I’ve also seen you hit beasts with magic from afar. Bax, I think you’re a better archer than me at this point.” Roux smirks at him, and then glances to Sav. “Some of you I’ve fought with less. So I’m not really sure what you’re capable of… I think we should each figure out what we are trying to accomplish in a fight. Whether it’s keeping everyone healthy, punching the biggest monster in the face, hindering our foes, raining arrows or magic from afar or whatever, knowing what the others are trying to do will help us stay focused when things get hectic…
“So,” Roux grins at each of them. “What’s your battle plan?”
Astarael
Astarael picks up the blue stitched pouch, and turns it over, contemplatively. It seemed empty to her, but did have a lovely aroma of a fruit pastry. Somehow, she had a feeling that Ethan would enjoy owning such a thing. He’s sitting nearby, so she offers it to him to examine.
“It’s true, I have been able to develop some magic that lets me hit foes from far away, and I’m ok with my crossbow as well, but I seem to have no gifts in magical healing myself. I’ve seen you do some amazing attacks, Vanja, but I would say that your strength in that area is your greatest asset to us as a group. I envy that ability, in those of you who can do such things. I would say my true strength lies in my training with a dagger and sword- I’ve gotten pretty good with the lightning blade, though it’s evident that it’s not useful against all kinds of creatures. And when I get worked up in the heat of battle, it seems my magic lessens the blow of any hits I do take- though I can’t seem to focus on or cast anything else in that state. If we do get into a bad situation, I will always do what I can to stop the enemy in it’s tracks from afar first, then I’ll rush in to try to do what I can hand to hand. I’d rather protect those of you who can heal and cast other useful spells from a distance.”
She looks at Sav and Vanja.
“It’s clear that the ruins we’ve found hold many possible rewards. But we definitely should not assume safety at any time. At least now we know more about how to fight the creatures we’ve encountered so far—thunder works well against the crystal ones, and don’t bother slashing the jelly type, or you’ll end up with more. There may be other kinds we haven’t found yet, though.
“We may also encounter the Digsmen as we explore. They’ve seen the danger of the ruins, now, and lost some personnel, so hopefully if we present ourselves as non-hostile, they will be receptive to some extra help. But that makes using codenames even more important now.
“Even if they are receptive to us, some of us still have a decent reward on our head back in Northgate, and I don’t trust any of them not to turn us in if they got the chance—or even offer information to the Inquisition. So, let’s start using our codenames now, just in case. We may find ourselves using magic in front of them at some point, so I’d prefer not to have them know my true name as well. Call me Leda from now on.
Roux is also right, we’ve had a few too many close calls. I’ve seen some of you come close to death a few times now, and Roux, you’ve actually died twice. I’m really glad that didn’t stick, my friend. That, or you’re the best looking corpse I’ve ever seen.”
Astarael looks at Roux with a smirk, hoping that bit of jest would lighten the serious situation a bit.
“Perhaps we need to come up with a few plans that would allow us to retreat, at least for a time, from almost any situation. Bax was able to break the spell for Sav’s hidey hole, but not all enemies can do that, I think. Hiding in there may give us time to recoup a bit. Or, if I or Talith have the strength, we can create magical darkness that just the two of us can see in. This will put any enemy at a disadvantage to striking us, unless they can also see through it. If the situation allows, I’d try to leave the rest of you out of the area, or near the edge. Or I can come get you, and we can all make a retreat.”
She looks at the others before her.
“Other ideas?”
Ethan
Ethan displays his shortbow. “This is pretty much my go-to for a fight. I don’t have thick armor or anything that should put me up close to most enemies. The arrows… well, they’re just normal arrows and you all know about how effective a shortbow is. That’s about what I can do.
“With that said, after all the practice I put in, I’ve got some impressive accuracy with it - I’m a better shot than Roux or Bax! But, unfortunately, that doesn’t mean much. They’re stronger and have magic. So, since we aren’t trying to tag bullseyes for points, either of them is likely more effective with making sure the arrows do their jobs.”
He pauses for a moment trying to think if there’s anything else he can really do. Fighting has never been his specialty.
“I know how to keep calm even when things go crazy - I can steady my hands, slow my breathing. So if I can take my time (and the target’s not wearing too heavy of armor) I can usually make one arrow more effective than two. But only if I concentrate. If I’m running around all over the place, I’m not any better of a shot than anyone else… maybe even a little worse.
“I’m usually able to pick out a weak spot in an enemy’s armor or defense, and I can usually get in a few really strong hits. But once I’ve done that, they usually wise up and it’s back to plain arrows from a plain bow.
“That’s a lot so I’ll try to summarize: If an enemy doesn’t know I’m coming, I can usually hurt them (or kill them outright or knock them unconscious) more effectively than anyone here. I’ve got the best accuracy with a bow and - assuming a target has low armor - I can make one shot count for more than double. But in order to do that, I can’t be running around; I need time to line up the shot. And when I take the time to really aim, well… Bax can probably fire 2-3 arrows by the time I’ve only shot one. So it’s a trade off.”
He grins. “Stand up fights are not my specialty. You ‘magic babies’ are a lot more capable than I am when it comes to battles!”
Vanja
“Magic babies?” Vanja echoes. She covers her mouth with her hand, attempting to suppress a laugh. It doesn’t work. A burst of laughter breaks through, loud.
It’s a moment before Vanja recovers. Then, she shrugs, “You all know what I can do.” She pulls from the River with a smooth motion, allowing the green and gold to curl over her hand. The light of the aurora bright in the dark. “I heal. From a distance it’s powerful enough to save a life,” she nods to Roux, “even if some of you have your own tricks to prevent death.” Another shrug, “If I can make contact, it’s even more powerful. And even without the riverlight, I’m trained in medicine, and I’m a good physician.
“I know some of you can heal too, though, with magic powders or with song or star magic…but the River has deeper depths than even I thought, and I’ve learned to use the light for combat, too.
“Being in Jorung…maybe it’s because it’s where my parents are from. Or maybe it’s because the River is strong here, and so my magic is stronger, too. It’s allowed me to do new and powerful things. Sometimes without my control,” Vanja shoots a grin at Bax, “I ended up in Bax’s dream, once, and I still don’t know how or why, but that hasn’t happened since.
“I can pull the River down and travel vast distances, so long as I’ve seen the place before. As long as we’re in Jorung, at least.”
Vanja pulls her old shield into her lap. The wood dented and battle-worn, from the ogre’s greataxe and the spider’s fangs, the boss dented. She runs her thumb over the runework at the edge, carved herself out of habit. Of learned tradition.
“In Jorung, there’s the tradition of runemaking. My parents, and other Joruguns use the runes for many things. You’ll have seen that, I’m sure, in the Jorungun neighborhoods in Northgate. We use them for strength. For luck and blessings. But sometimes there’s a true runemaker, who can use the words for healing, as I can. And I’ve heard stories of great warriors of Jorung, who can use the runes beyond this. To become stronger, or cleverer, or fiercer in battle.”
Vanja pushes the old shield aside, and begins to examine the new one. The one forged in this city that she’d heard in those stories of Jorung old. That before now, she had thought to be myth. The shield of a warrior.
“That’s where I’d prefer to be. Fighting. My healing magic is powerful yes, but I can heal well from the center of the fray, too. And before I ever learned the healing arts from my mother, or learned to write runes, or discovered any River magic, I learned to fight. And even without my axes, or my shield, I can hit hard,” at this, she laughs again, not so loud this time, “as some of you know, firsthand.”
Vanja stops, realizing she’s been speaking for some time, and takes her lead from Ethan. “So…to summarize. I heal. And I fight.”
Bax
“Heh, yeah don’t get in Vanja’s way of a good fight or she’ll turn on ya!” Bax scoffs from the ground. He had been lying down watching the snow fall, thinking of the fallen warrior who had failed to protect his charges. The implications sat uncomfortably in his stomach.
He sits up and joins the conversation by adding, “I mean you guys know what I can do.”
“I’m good with an bow and better with a spear. I prefer to be at the front of the fighting, but I’ll stay behind and attack from a distance is that’s what we decide is best. I’ve got healing abilities that pale in comparison to Van, but I like to save that ability as a last resort.
“Otherwise, I’m quick and I hit real hard. If anyone is near me and they’re being harassed I can pull ya away or try to get in our opponent’s way if they’re hurtin ya.”
He pauses briefly considering his next words. His eyes wander over the items Sav had identified catching their gleam in the light. “Whatever we decide to do down there, we need to be quick. If there actually is somethin down there that could wipe out an entire city the Swans will want it. Sowe need to find it and get it out fast. We should also work under the idea that the Swans would be able to easily find their way into the city and soon…”
Sav
Sav shrugs. “‘m better at avoiding fights or running away from them. Most of what I can do’s focused around things other than fighting. But I’m good at pushing folks around and changin’ the air and things about them, and settin ‘em up for other folk to hit. Making the ground nice and slippery underneath them so they fall, or slowing them down more’n a granda on two canes, or wrapping them up in a web an’ settin em on fire or makin’ them all pretty sparkly and easy to hit. Generally a mass at once, if I have the right works set up in me mind.
“Which is actually a thing everyone ought understand—I can do a lot of things, but I cannae do all of them on any one day. Magic’s queerly jealous like that; the formulas dinnae like to share space with too many others, an’ if I try to stuff too many into me mind others will quietly slip out the back, so’s that I cannae call them to me. Heid’s too small to hold ‘em all at once, though I’ve gotten better at figurin out how to change the inhabitants. So if there’s a specific thing that needs done that day, better t’ let me know when we wake so’s I can make sure I have it.” She nods at Astarael, probably in reference to the hidey hole.
She looks at Roux and Astarael, then, and adds, “When it comes down to it, though, I’m probably better at runnin than any o ye. So if it comes down to someone havin’ t’ be left behind, if I’ve still got the works for it I’ve a better chance of slipping away and getting out, an’ I’d lay down good gold on that.” Her lips twist wryly to one side. “Surviving for long enough to make sure everyone else gets away, maybe that’s a different path.” Her mind flashes back to that moment of bone-chilling ice, when her fingers were starting to blacken at the tips and the core of herself had shrunk to a tiny part trapped within a frozen boulder, before the warmth of the River flooded into her.
Suppressing a shiver, she cranks the heat up inside the shelter with a flicker of thought and continues. “That was one thing we did nae do well with ‘gainst the wisps. Wi’ all of us clustered up in one spot, it made it terrible easy for ‘em to hit us with those blasts of freezing flame. So if we encounter those again—or anything that looks like it might do sommat similar—we ought to spread out a titch more. I think ‘twas Bax who said something like that at that time?” She glances toward him. “In general in tight spaces gettin’ clustered up like that en’t the most efficient way to do things, so we’d best figure out who needs to be up front to do the best, an’ sort those who can do either in between. Right now it’s soundin’ like Roux an’ Vanja are best at the front of it’s pure fighting, with Bax and ‘Star able to switch up if they want, an’ Ethan an I are best in the back. If I remember rightly Talith’s best up front, too, and Lumotu in the back?
“Which ent to say that those tight spaces held naw good for us, cause I think it helped a good deal with the initial beastie and even the jellies. It let me put down some hindrances in the way, and if we could’ve backtracked a bit more we might’ve been able to pull the jellies back and get outta sight of those wisps.”
Nose wrinkling slightly as she chews on a thumbnail, she adds, “I think formation’s gonna depend on the numbers involved, though. If there’s loads of beasties, findin a place where they can funnel together so we only face a few at a time seems key. If there’s only a few bigger ones, doin the reverse and findin a place where we can spread out and attack ‘em from all sides. If there’s a mix, splittin them up and focusing to take ‘em down piecemeal first—divide an’ conquer, as ‘tis hight. That dazin’ thing ‘Star can do—that’s pure braw for gettin’ some of ‘em distracted while we take care of their friends. If we get surprised by a lot of ‘em in a space bad for us, keepin our heids cool an’ remembering that retreat might be better, to pull back a bit an’ make sure the environment suits us rather than them.”
She glances up and around. “Tha’s one thing my bigger fighty spells is naw good at—cryin friend from foe. I cannae do some of the things I do if there’s a whole load of people all mixed up and brangling, at least not without possibly catching up one of ye in it. So if it’s a fight where goin’ all out with all the magics is fine, then I prefer having a pretty little package of beasties all bunched together with a bow on top that I can hit first.” She sighs. “Once we’re back i’ th’ city an’ have to take care with what we do and show I cannae do near so much, but I can still hit folks one at a time and jerk ‘em around and slow ‘em down, at least. Or spend the time helpin anyone else out with a cure or a distraction.”
She’s quiet for a few long moments, then, before finally popping up with a, “An’ if ye have to cry me by a name round other folks, I’d rather be hight Nemede.” This, from a fairly popular Isendelian legend about a clever outlaw who fought against an unjust king.
“That all said…” She leans forward, wrapping her arms around her knees. “There cannae be as many of the Digsmen left. They lost, what—five in that one area alone? Six or so above ground. Twenty who knows where, and the ten or so of us—plus goats—in an entire city. Sure possible we’ll stumble right intae them, but also possible we will naw—an’ if we catch eyes on them before they do us, I’d rather avoid ‘em if at all possible. Our fight’s no wi’ them, e’en if they disagree.” She shivers a little, involuntarily. “Our fight may well be wi’ the city itself, ‘pendin.”
Astarael
“This is all really useful to know. Spreading out so we can’t all be hit at once is always a good plan. But one thing to note—Vanja, although you are a great fighter, and can hit hard, you’re just too valuable to send up front. There’s little point to me staying in the back. I have few things I can do at range, and I don’t have healing abilities. If you’re up front, and you die, there’s nothing I can do to help you. But I can take a hit pretty well, as long as it’s not frost, it seems. And I do ok with dodging, things, too. The purpose of planning ahead is to know not just what everyone’s strengths are, but to know where they are needed most to support the group as a whole. And for you, your greatest gift is in healing. You can always rely on the fighting to help if things start to go bad, or an enemy breaks through the front line. Does this make some sense to you, Vanja?”
Ethan
“Could split the difference? If there’s little things don’t bite too bad, we could have Van swinging fists in the thick of things. But when there are bigger threats that can hit hard - like the Inquisitor’s hammer - we could have you try to hold back a little.
“So, up front for the small fights, hanging back a little more with bigger ones.
“That’d mean for each fight, Van, you’d have to fight your instinct to run head first into the action until we assessed what kind of fight it is…”
Vanja
Vanja looks up at Ethan and shakes her head a little. She doesn’t mind when Bax uses the nickname he’d coined for her, but hearing it from Ethan is jarring.
At this commentary, though, Vanja stands up, frosted shield in hand, testing the weight of it.
“I’ve learned a lot since that first fight in the sewer.” She narrows her eyes a little, peering over the shield’s edge, “and at this point, it’s just an unhelpful reminder of mistakes made when I was less experienced.
“But as long as we’re bringing up past battles, I think it’s clear I haven’t run into action, since. At least not without thinking, first.”
Vanja runs her finger over the shield’s edge, tracing a line of crystal. She taps the shield with each of her points, the chiming of crystal punctuating her list.
“During our first foray into Jorung, I stayed in Sav’s hidey hole. And later, I stayed under cover against the frost scorpions. We all sent Ethan forward to attempt to negotiate with the ogres to try to avoid a fight altogether. With the Spiders, well, I can hardly be blamed for a broken bridge, and then the Great Spider attacked me, for some reason, while I was trying to run away. And, In terms of that vicious Yeti, well, I didn’t do anything but speak to him.
“I’ve only ‘rushed in’ recently when someone has seemed hurt, and that is something I don’t regret doing, and I would do again.”
Vanja hesitates, then, before adding, “I’m not the only one who’s taken hits in combat, either. Roux’s nearly died. Talith, too. And I don’t see this criticism—” She stops. Rephrases, “These helpful suggestions coming toward them.”
“In any case, I’ve gotten stronger, over this time in Jorung. Better gear, since the sewers, too.” Her hand goes to her breastplate, the steel cold against her ungloved fingertips. “I can certainly take a hit as well as most of you, now. And I can rally and keep fighting, too.
“So, yes, I can heal well. Even with just a word, as all of you have seen by this point. But I can channel the River to wherever I am, and I can speak just as well while in a fight.” She smirks, “And if I do go down, which I haven’t, I’m not the only one who can bring someone back from serious injury.
“It’s nice that you all are so concerned for my safety, though.”
Vanja takes a few steps until she’s at the edge of the group, and sits again, separate, keeping her new shield on her lap.
Roux
Roux glances around at all of them, some glances more telling than others… “We’ve all made mistakes in battle, and we’ll all make mistakes again. We can’t hold that against each other or let it discourage us. We’re getting better and stronger, and learning from those mistakes.
“This is all really good though. Keeping in mind how we are affecting each other in a fight is key. Not all of us can see in the dark, or in magical darkness for that matter. If something grabs one of us, they won’t be able to move until they get free. Having clear line of sight for your ranged attacks or magic can avoid accidentally hitting one of us… and not catching one of us in the blast of a magic spell is much appreciated.” Roux smiles and takes a breath. He thinks about the “training” he used to do back in Aelorean’s Crossing. Showing his young friends how to breathe when drawing a short bow. Or how to stand when wielding a stick. Mimicking the way his mother used to correct him…. The stakes were a lot lower back then… Did she know what she was preparing him for?
With a shake of his head, Roux returns.
“Focusing our attacks on a single heavy-hitter until they go down is a solid strategy. If you’re better at crowd-control or keeping the others occupied while that happens, that will definitely help. The longer a battle goes on, the worse it gets for us, so removing targets swiftly will allow us to finish it without dragging things out.”
Ethan
Ethan nods. “Alright, so what do we have so far – correct any parts that I get wrong:
“Roux, you’ll start from a little way off and probably jumping into the fray once people start taking too many hits. You’ll be the last one to retreat if you can help it… and the recent near-death experiences only underscore that. You’re… let’s call it primary mid-range support and a secondary front line.
“Bax, you’re an all-rounder. You hit hard from any range and can take blows with the best of them. Since most people don’t have your durability, you’ll probably end up closer to the front most of the time. Close-range, versatile fighting style, and a little magic. Primary front-line tank with a pointy stick, secondary ranged pointy sticks (both very painful for enemies).
“Sav, you can do more with magic than almost anyone but it’s probably safe to say we don’t want you front and center when the fighting starts. You can control the battle, ideally from a safe distance, but if we ever have to scramble to escape, we can presume that you can take care of yourself… unless you’re half-dead or are yelling for help. Primary long-range, magic support and secondary escape expert / sneaky sneak.
“Astarael, I’m a little less clear on your style, so you may need to correct this… you can strike from a distance if you need to, and you can cast a few big spells, but you don’t have the magical versatility or ‘stamina’ that, say, Sav has. So, you can do a couple big things but then you’re best… up close? Either with standard blades or your lighting one. Similar to Roux - starting from a little way off and probably jumping into the fray if no one else can or if you see someone taking too many hits. Call it, primary mid-range fighter. Secondary front line or ranged.
“Vanja, you can heal but also fight. Mid-range support, secondary front-line fighter AND support. Or, from what you’re saying, invert those: front-line fighter AND support, secondary mid-range support.
“Me, I can get a couple lucky shots, especially from those not expecting it. Probably, primary mid-range archer (it’s not like I’ve got magic), secondary… guy with a knife. But, if we ever get the jump on people, I should probably take the first shot; I can’t promise the target will go down but they are definitely not going to have a good day.
“Talith hasn’t chimed in yet, but I think he can be on front lines usually. Although he’s got a nasty long-range blast that he does, so he can do long-range, if needed.” He looks to Talith to speak for himself better than Ethan can.
“Lumotu will have to offer his two copper, too. I don’t know what all he has up his sleeve…
“Obviously, this is all fluid. But if we have a couple general ‘roles’ that we know to stick to, then we can probably specialize in that area and work together a little easier.
“If the summaries aren’t good, just correct me.”
Astarael
“Most of my training centered on learning how to fight alone, sometimes against multiple foes. When that’s the case, there’s only one option—to be your own front line. Cooperating with others is a bit new to me still. I always try to assess the individual situation, and put myself where I can do the most damage. If I have the space, I’ll try to hit the enemy with my magic first. But I am much more vulnerable to attack during that time. When I enter that sort of…battle trance, it protects me from some of the hits I take, but I can’t seem to use my magic for anything else. If I had a choice, I would prefer to do this and put myself in the line of fire. Out of that trance, I’m relying purely on my ability to dodge attacks.
“It’s worked well for me so far—the worst I’ve left a situation has been when we dealt with Bax as the Yeti, and I didn’t use my usual tactics there, because I did not wish to harm him unless we had to. And I put myself in that position with the hopes that I would take the hit, rather than you, Ethan, or Sav. Something I’m willing to do in any fight.
“I don’t know if that clarified anything, in terms of planning, but I’ll try to use that new ‘trance’ magic of mine to help give us all a tactical advantage as often as I can. Just don’t shake or strike anyone under it’s effects until you’re ready to deal with them.”
Talith
Talith slides his fingers through his hair.
“Oh yes, I feel absolutely comfortable out in front. I can always use long range if needed as well as a bit of support, but right in front of the enemy…”
He taps his armor
“Is where I feel I shine the most.”
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