Translator: KJ

The fall of Mason Industry happened in an instant.

Every connection that had extended into the imperial court and political circles was severed as cleanly as if cut by scissors, and soon after, the Sentinel Knight Order swept into the headquarters without a warrant and seized every piece of critical material.

After that, every power broker, every business, every house with even the faintest connection to Mason Industry received a single sheet of paper.

[Sentinel Summons Order]

One after another, they were called in to the Order and subjected to every manner of investigation. The Order picked apart all of their other crimes down to the last detail, and several were referred to t⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌he Knight's Court.

As those rumors spread in a flash, anyone who might have given 'favorable' testimony for Mason Industry vanished.

"...Damn them all to hell."

But Hector Mason had already prepared for the worst.

A slush fund of staggering scale. He scraped together every cash asset he had scattered across dozens of borrowed-name accounts, and struck a secret pact to hand over the core Mana Engineering technologies held by Mason Industry, wholesale, to the Eastern Alliance.

His homeland had betrayed him first, so he would gladly do the same.

No, he would become a far greater enemy and burn the Empire to the ground.

"Chairman. We'll be arriving shortly."

The Industry's loyal private soldiers escorted Hector. They had been promised new wealth and glory by the Eastern Alliance, and so they served with full devotion. Before long, the East's counterparts would be joining them at the rendezvous point.

Bwoooooooooo──.

A port on the eastern edge of the Empire, where waves and darkness tangled together, and a hazy ship's horn rang out.

Hector looked out the car window. An old cargo ship lay quietly at anchor.

"We've arrived."

"Yes. There's no one around. Please come out."

Escorted by his soldiers, Hector stepped up onto the deck.

They hadn't been caught after all. As expected; of course they wouldn't be. There had been nine rendezvous points to begin with. He had leaked false information to throw off Sentinel's pursuit, and slipped away to this ninth point himself.

"Haaa..."

Hector drew a deep breath. Now that he had given the Empire the slip, it was time to plan the next great undertaking...

"...?"

At that very moment, a thick shadow rippled in one corner of the deck. A heat-haze that seemed to be taking on shape. Hector furrowed his brow and stared at it.

──Thud.

A distinct footstep rang out, and the shadow took on the form of a woman.

"...A pleasure to meet you."

Sea wind pressed against the hull. Her short black hair scattered in it. Her mist-damp eyes settled, dark as obsidian.

Hector flinched and stepped back. His soldiers gathered around him and drew their swords and guns.

"Who are you? The owner of this ship?"

That was the first thing Hector asked.

Even with her face right in front of him, he didn't seem to recognize her.

At his lack of recognition, Schatz actually smiled. She wasn't shaken in the slightest.

"My name is."

Just like this, Maximilian had kept the promise of their first meeting.

He had prepared the most perfect stage for her.

"Schatz Heizen."

Schatz spoke her own name in a low voice. Only then did Hector's gaze waver.

Heizen. So that name, at least, he hadn't forgotten.

"...So you're Arthur Heizen's daughter."

"Yes. I am."

The moment she answered, Schatz moved. Crackle! A blue-white electromagnetic current surged from her fingertips.

Krrrrrrrack───!

The next instant, she struck like a thunderbolt. In that fraction of a second the soldiers were all torn apart, and amid the scattering limbs, Hector's eyes flew open in shock.

"Hmm..."

Schatz looked at him and considered.

What was the most effective way to torture a human being?

Electricity, then? Or the high heat that came from electricity?

"...W-wait! Just wait!"

Hector hurriedly stretched out a hand toward her.

"How much, ho⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌w much do you need?!"

Even in this situation, Hector was still trying to beg for his life with money.

"I'll give you any amount you want! No, why don't you partner with me instead? With your abilities and my skill, we can reach the top even in the East! I mean it!"

To Schatz's eyes, the sight was utterly vulgar.

A figure truly distinct from 'that man'.

Among the nobility there were the false and the true, and this man was less even than the false.

That was probably the reason he could never become a noble.

Thud.

The moment Schatz took one more step forward.

"W-wait! It was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! Your father and I were once friends who shared the same ideals! Do you have any idea what kind of salary I paid Arthur?!"

Friends.

Schatz let out a small laugh and moved. Bzzzzzzap! She clamped a hand crackling with current down over Hector's mouth.

If she let his words drive her past reason, the quality of the suffering she had to offer him might suffer for it.

"Mmh, mmph!"

"Listen carefully."

"Mmmph!"

"You will not die peacefully."

Killing intent settled into her eyes.

The most perfect revenge was torture.

To burn the skin and shave the bone with pain that should have meant death, yet keep the breath in his throat so he could never quite die, and repeat the process endlessly. To deliver suffering beyond death...

If revenge felt empty and hollow, it was not a problem with revenge itself but with the depth of that revenge.

That was Schatz's conviction.

"Mmh, mmmmmph───!"

The sound of skin burning. The smell of flesh cooking in heat.

Through the acrid smoke rising up, Hector's screams sank away.

* * *

Somewhere in a remote mountain valley of the Eastern Alliance.

'Carl May', son of Eppen May and nephew of Hector Mason─Eugen May─.

His gaze was locked on the banknotes piled on the desk in front of him. Their weight pressing down on the shabby wooden boards left him unable to close his mouth.

"All... all of this..."

Imperial Dollars and Robrus Currency. Cash from the two nations that circulated anywhere on the continent, and bearer bonds besides.

For a man who had lived his whole life as a poor farmer, it was an astronomical sum he had never dared to imagine.

"This is the family estate Hector Mason stole and fled with forty years ago, calculated with compound interest over the intervening years. And the rest."

The visitor─Schatz Heizen continued speaking with an indifferent face.

"Is the reward for providing evidence of Hector Mason's bloodline."

Carl May stroked the bundles of bills with trembling hands, then belatedly raised his head to look at Schatz.

"Th-thank you! Th-thank you so very much!"

Ebenholtz's treatment of informants was firm. The compensation must never leave them feeling slighted, and thorough personal protection had to be guaranteed even after the information was provided.

This was the 'soil' that Maximilian valued most.

The trust that anyone who cooperated with Ebenholtz would never be betrayed.

With faith that solid, Ebenholtz would come to possess a ground that could endlessly absorb every secret and shamef⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌ul truth on the continent.

"I'll take my leave, then."

"Yes, yes! Thank you! Travel safely! Thank you─!"

Schatz too could only be grateful that he had survived.

The May family, every member but him living here in this remote mountain village, had died sudden deaths. Hector's handiwork, no doubt.

"Will you return to the Empire now?"

The Investigators from the Genen Branch Office asked. Schatz looked at them and considered for a moment.

At some point, the subordinates under her own command had grown to a sizable number. Several hundred, probably.

"...No."

She shook her head.

"I have somewhere else to be. The rest of you return to base."

"Yes, ma'am."

Schatz got into the car alone.

This time she was acting alone.

A final mission of her own, which she would report to no one.

The real reason Hector Mason had spared her life in the past instead of killing her.

It was because of a certain 'original' concerning the Mana Engine, which Schatz's father had hidden somewhere.

And that place was probably...

* * *

...Mason Industry was being quietly dismantled.

First, CEO Hector Mason had been given Summary Judgment for High Treason, and the subsidiary firms under him were to be broken apart in a way that would deliver the least possible shock to the western economy.

Q⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌uietly, as if nothing had ever happened.

The name Hector Mason vanished from every record and history of the Empire. He was replaced with ease.

──As the shield of the Empire, as the sword of His Majesty, do you swear to offer up your souls for the glory of the Empire?

In any case, spring had come around again.

The Sentinel Knight Order's Induction Ceremony.

──The Empire shall remember your loyalty, and shall repay your devotion with glory. For His Majesty the Emperor...

Commander Alberich's voice, grown considerably frailer than it had been three years ago, carried on. The knights stood in formation beside him and watched the new recruits arrayed on the platform.

"Deputy Commander. Look over there."

Knight Raynel, newly promoted to Senior Knight this round, pointed at something. Chiron looked too.

"That new recruit is Lukas of the Limperck Family."

Lukas Limperck. Son of the former Judge, Klaus Limperck.

He stood at the very front of the platform─in one of the top three positions.

"Ahh, that's him? The one Maximilian's been keeping an eye on."

Chiron let out a small laugh.

'Maximilian is watching him.'

It was a backing more certain than any halo could provide.

"Yes. I checked his Empire Point grades, and they're certainly excellent."

Raynel gave a small smile of his own.

"So grades really are the sufficient condition, after all."

"That's right."

To catch Maximilian's eye, one had to have good grades, before anything else.

Which is to say, 'talent' was required.

Lukas Limperck had stood out particularly in descent, combat engagement, and ideology, so the rumor of where Maximilian placed his emphasis would soon be spreading through Empire Point.

The trends of admissions, after all, naturally shifted in line with the test itself.

"By the way..."

Chiron glanced around with a slight tilt of his head.

"Maximilian isn't here today, is he?"

"Uh, no. You're right about that."

Raynel looked around as well. Tiana, Leon, Hannah, and so on. Every knight in their first or second year was present, but Maximilian alone was missing.

"Well, he must have something else to attend to."

.........

Somewhere on the outskirts of the Empire.

A forgotten hometown recorded only as ruins on the maps, a place that could now be described as nothing more than 'somewhere'.

Schatz Heizen arrived at that desolate land.

The village had already lost its proper form, and only traces of it remained.

"..."

The clear-flowing stream was still the same, but the laundry spot where the village women had gathered and bloomed with laughter was gone.

The sites of the old homes had become part of nature, buried under mounds of earth, and the wildly overgrown grasses swayed as if to brush her thighs.

Standing alone in that desolate scene── Schatz forced warm memories of the past to lay overtop of it.

'Father's hometown. Mother's hometown. And my hometown.'

But this place had been thoroughly trampled and burned by Hector Mason's soldiers for the single reason that it was Arthur Heizen's hometown.

Schatz walked slowly through the weed-choked outskirts of the village.

But the thing she was looking for would not be in these ruins.

Hector Mason had already combed through the entire area and never managed to find it.

Still, Schatz alone thought she knew where it was.

That secret place where she had played hide-and-seek with her father as a child.

A hideout that was just for the two of them, far away from the village.

Schatz walked unhurriedly until she reached the small mouth of a path at the foot of the back mountain.

"...It's still here."

A smile she didn't notice spread across her lips.

A narrow animal trail formed of tangled thorn brambles. A cramped passage that could only be traveled by bending deep at the waist.

Schatz lowered her body. When she was little, she had only needed to bend her knees.

Now grass and dirt brushed against her belly.

Rustle rustle...

After crawling in like that, almost on her stomach, for a long while, the way opened up and a small clearing like a resting spot revealed itself.

"Just... as it was."

A wave of feeling rose in that instant. Her heart wavered. Schatz gave a bitter smile and walked over to sit beside a tree visible in the distance.

The very spot where, long ago, her father had read her storybooks.

She dug at the place from her memory.

Scoop. Scoop.

Old memories came back to her.

Cupping her hands like a mole, until dirt jammed under her fingernails. Scoop. Scoop.

Scoop. Scoop.

Digging her way down, at last her fingers met something hard.

Schatz pulled out the box.

This probably held the 'original' that Hector had searched so desperately for.

"..."

But why had her father left the original behind, instead of destroying it?

As Schatz herself saw it, it was solely for her sake.

Because he knew that, as long as this was left behind, Hector could not kill her.

─Once... the Mana Engine is complete...

All at once, Falkenrath's voice flickered at her ear.

The eerie words the man had murmured, 'Mana Engine', with a face soaked in rapture.

─Before the temptation of that overwhelming power, even the Maximilian you serve will inevitably waver.

The Mana Engine, an infinite power source that could replace the human heart.

What if the actual 'feasibility' of such a thing truly lay within this original?

─He cannot help but waver. It's the ultimate technology, one that could exterminate forever from this continent those filthy Foreign Races he so loathes.

Maximilian believed the 'Mana Engine' was a technology that could not be realized.

Believing that, he had crushed Hector Mason.

─Schatz Heizen. That arrogant knight will choose the 'power' we offer him over the loyalty of one hound like you.

But if the Mana Engine truly was a viable technology.

If it could be re⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌alized at the cost of countless lives, and that power could be claimed.

What choice would Maximilian make?

─In the end he too will become a monster looking toward the same place we are.

Clutching her father's box to her chest, Schatz sank into anguish.

Whatever was inside this box, it could never see the light of the world. It could not fall into anyone's hands.

Even if those hands were Maximilian's—

─Rustle.

Just then, behind her, the faint sound of grass crushed underfoot.

Schatz turned her gaze, startled.

"..."

Her eyes opened wide. Astonishment settled into her black pupils.

"What are you so surprised about?"

It was Maximilian.

He had come in through these thorn brambles 'on foot', yet there wasn't a single wound on his body.

"Move naturally enough, and nature has no reason to hurt you."

That was how Maximilian explained being unscathed, and Schatz watched him with her breath held.

──Thud. Thud.

Maximilian, approaching with a knight's expression.

Had he been following her all this time?

Schatz hid the box and rose to her feet.

"...Schatz Heizen."

Maximilian spoke her name and held out his hand.

His gesture, his gaze, the empty palm.

Schatz knew all too well what it meant.

Her father's legacy. It was a silent command to hand the original over to him.

Whoooooosh──.

An aimless wind stirred the hem of Maximilian's coat.

In the hideout that still held the memories she had shared with her father, Schatz remained torn for a long, long time.

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