[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
Kaeli's Apartment
Mid-day, Friday, 25 December


I spent the rest of Christmas Eve preparing a gift for Kaeli. It took me quite some amount of thought to figure out what to craft and nearly as long to actually craft it. I finished it well after the sun set but in plenty of time to have enough sleep. Jewelry crafting has never been my strongest skill but I feel the piece, while simple, came out quite nicely.

I put on some of my nicest clothing-- dress pants, a suit jacket, and a white dress shirt-- but do not put on a tie. With my bulk, I usually look too stuffy in such things if I add a tie. I haven't worn one in ages and doubt that I even have one any longer. It is not often that I dress like this, anyway.

As I walk along Main Street, I wish those I pass a Merry Christmas. There is a general air of happiness and warmth even with the weather the way it is. That has oft been the case with Christmas. Generally, it brings people closer together. It reminds us all what it is to be happy around others. Granted, that would not be so for those in poor family situations-- and it is not money of which I refer.

I climb the stairs to the outside door of the apartment above the schoolhouse. Pausing for a moment, I take a deep breath. The peculiarity of this does not escape me. One might think that after all of my years of life I would have grown out of the nerves. Someone else could perhaps. I have not.

My knuckles rap against the door.

[OPEN to Kaeli]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
Kaeli's Apartment
Mid-day, Friday, 25 December


I spent the rest of Christmas Eve preparing a gift for Kaeli. It took me quite some amount of thought to figure out what to craft and nearly as long to actually craft it. I finished it well after the sun set but in plenty of time to have enough sleep. Jewelry crafting has never been my strongest skill but I feel the piece, while simple, came out quite nicely.

I put on some of my nicest clothing-- dress pants, a suit jacket, and a white dress shirt-- but do not put on a tie. With my bulk, I usually look too stuffy in such things if I add a tie. I haven't worn one in ages and doubt that I even have one any longer. It is not often that I dress like this, anyway.

As I walk along Main Street, I wish those I pass a Merry Christmas. There is a general air of happiness and warmth even with the weather the way it is. That has oft been the case with Christmas. Generally, it brings people closer together. It reminds us all what it is to be happy around others. Granted, that would not be so for those in poor family situations-- and it is not money of which I refer.

I climb the stairs to the outside door of the apartment above the schoolhouse. Pausing for a moment, I take a deep breath. The peculiarity of this does not escape me. One might think that after all of my years of life I would have grown out of the nerves. Someone else could perhaps. I have not.

My knuckles rap against the door.

[OPEN to Kaeli]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
Christmas Eve Day

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6 NIV)



The crowd is better to-day, I think, than any crowd we have had since the church first opened its doors. Something about holidays always seems to bring people out--even if it is as cold as it has been lately. There is a collection of blankets and toys and gifts off to the side and I am touched by the giving nature of this community.

I tell the Christmas story, read from the Bible but with added information from other readings, and watch as some of those in attendance appear to be hearing the story for the first time. I remember the first time I heard it, myself, and I smile. Or, rather, the first time I remember hearing it, as my father read it to us every Christmas. The most memorable, I think, was the last. I smile at the congregation and lead them in prayer, then thank them for coming. No time to dwell on my own past. There is the present to celebrate.

I remind them of the luncheon tomorrow and leave the front, taking the chance to mingle with the people. My people.


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
Christmas Eve Day

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6 NIV)



The crowd is better to-day, I think, than any crowd we have had since the church first opened its doors. Something about holidays always seems to bring people out--even if it is as cold as it has been lately. There is a collection of blankets and toys and gifts off to the side and I am touched by the giving nature of this community.

I tell the Christmas story, read from the Bible but with added information from other readings, and watch as some of those in attendance appear to be hearing the story for the first time. I remember the first time I heard it, myself, and I smile. Or, rather, the first time I remember hearing it, as my father read it to us every Christmas. The most memorable, I think, was the last. I smile at the congregation and lead them in prayer, then thank them for coming. No time to dwell on my own past. There is the present to celebrate.

I remind them of the luncheon tomorrow and leave the front, taking the chance to mingle with the people. My people.


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
The Mark's Ranch
Afternoon, Thursday, 23 October


Pausing on the stoop, feet from the door, I take in a deep breath.

I have not seen her since our disagreement. I do not know if I am still her worshiper. I do not know how the death of Ares has affected her.

It is quite possible that she has already left Excolo. I cannot sense her the way that, I suppose, Kaeli sense Lúgh. I have seen him, anyway. At Laurence's church this past Sunday. It was odd to see him there. A god attending the service of another god is strange, especially when the other god is touted as being the Creator, the greatest of all the gods. I have not met many gods that were comfortable knowing that they are not the strongest or most knowledgeable or the eldest.

I inhale deeply again, step forth, and rap my knuckles against the door. The breath escapes in a slow exhale as I await an answer that I do not know will arrive.


[OPEN to Eris]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
The Mark's Ranch
Afternoon, Thursday, 23 October


Pausing on the stoop, feet from the door, I take in a deep breath.

I have not seen her since our disagreement. I do not know if I am still her worshiper. I do not know how the death of Ares has affected her.

It is quite possible that she has already left Excolo. I cannot sense her the way that, I suppose, Kaeli sense Lúgh. I have seen him, anyway. At Laurence's church this past Sunday. It was odd to see him there. A god attending the service of another god is strange, especially when the other god is touted as being the Creator, the greatest of all the gods. I have not met many gods that were comfortable knowing that they are not the strongest or most knowledgeable or the eldest.

I inhale deeply again, step forth, and rap my knuckles against the door. The breath escapes in a slow exhale as I await an answer that I do not know will arrive.


[OPEN to Eris]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
1Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the desert, 2where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry.

3The devil said to him, "If you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become bread."

4Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone.'"

5The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. 6And he said to him, "I will give you all their authority and splendor, for it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. 7So if you worship me, it will all be yours."

8Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.'"

9The devil led him to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. "If you are the Son of God," he said, "throw yourself down from here. 10For it is written:
" 'He will command his angels concerning you
to guard you carefully;
11they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.'"


12Jesus answered, "It says: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"

13When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time. (Luke 4:1-13 NIV)



There is a good amount of people here. The room does not overflow, but every seat is filled. I do not know that the topic of my sermon has converted anyone, but I have hope that it will at least give some second thoughts about dealing with the Thing in the Tower and the others who walk among us.

I finish with a prayer that I lead us all in, giving thanks and asking for protection and leadership. I also pray for the Reaves family, and the Marks family as well. When I am done and I lift my head, I give everyone a smile.

"Thank you all again for coming. You are more than welcome to stay and partake in a meal with us." I motion to the table that Cain and Kaeli helped me set up. Then I step from the pulpit and move into the crowd, shaking hands and giving smiles to those who reach out to me in congratulations or something. But this is not about me. I hope that they realize that. The Wilsons are here, I notice and give them a smile. They begin to make a beeline for me and I brace myself, hoping I can find someone else to talk to before Amanda is thrust upon me again.


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] brotherlaurence.livejournal.com
1Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the desert, 2where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry.

3The devil said to him, "If you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become bread."

4Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone.'"

5The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. 6And he said to him, "I will give you all their authority and splendor, for it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. 7So if you worship me, it will all be yours."

8Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.'"

9The devil led him to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. "If you are the Son of God," he said, "throw yourself down from here. 10For it is written:
" 'He will command his angels concerning you
to guard you carefully;
11they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.'"


12Jesus answered, "It says: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"

13When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time. (Luke 4:1-13 NIV)



There is a good amount of people here. The room does not overflow, but every seat is filled. I do not know that the topic of my sermon has converted anyone, but I have hope that it will at least give some second thoughts about dealing with the Thing in the Tower and the others who walk among us.

I finish with a prayer that I lead us all in, giving thanks and asking for protection and leadership. I also pray for the Reaves family, and the Marks family as well. When I am done and I lift my head, I give everyone a smile.

"Thank you all again for coming. You are more than welcome to stay and partake in a meal with us." I motion to the table that Cain and Kaeli helped me set up. Then I step from the pulpit and move into the crowd, shaking hands and giving smiles to those who reach out to me in congratulations or something. But this is not about me. I hope that they realize that. The Wilsons are here, I notice and give them a smile. They begin to make a beeline for me and I brace myself, hoping I can find someone else to talk to before Amanda is thrust upon me again.


[OPEN.]
[identity profile] kaeli-whyte.livejournal.com
Wednesday, October 14th, Mid morning

It started shortly after I woke, it started with feelings I couldn’t dismiss or close away. Feelings of determination and fear with relief mixed in. Something to do, but I didn’t know what. I was afraid but I couldn’t say why and underneath it all, I was at ease. For a moment I thought, this is it, Lúgh's doing it, its happening today. But then the children arrived and it all faded, drowned away by happiness, songs and play.

And then I thought maybe I was wrong, today wasn’t the day. We were on our first break mid morning when it started again and that’s when Beth, my teachers aid ran in, talking about smoke billowing up from the direction of the Voronin estate. I hadn’t made it out the door when it hit me like a shockwave, almost knocking me to knees, she was gone. Anushka was gone.

After dismissing the class early I go upstairs and sit on the couch, stunned and empty, just staring around my apartment as if its not mine. Tears blurring my vision and burning my eyes as I remember when I met her in the park, thinking there is at least one who understands, and then when I found out I would never have children, how she took my hand, my own sadness reflected in her eyes. She was more than most knew, they just couldn’t see.

Footsteps sound on the stairs, and I pull my eyes away from the room to look into Cains, “I already know. She’s gone,” I say flatly, feeling tears sting my eyes again before I push them away.

[OPEN TO CAIN]    [CLOSED]
[identity profile] kaeli-whyte.livejournal.com
Wednesday, October 14th, Mid morning

It started shortly after I woke, it started with feelings I couldn’t dismiss or close away. Feelings of determination and fear with relief mixed in. Something to do, but I didn’t know what. I was afraid but I couldn’t say why and underneath it all, I was at ease. For a moment I thought, this is it, Lúgh's doing it, its happening today. But then the children arrived and it all faded, drowned away by happiness, songs and play.

And then I thought maybe I was wrong, today wasn’t the day. We were on our first break mid morning when it started again and that’s when Beth, my teachers aid ran in, talking about smoke billowing up from the direction of the Voronin estate. I hadn’t made it out the door when it hit me like a shockwave, almost knocking me to knees, she was gone. Anushka was gone.

After dismissing the class early I go upstairs and sit on the couch, stunned and empty, just staring around my apartment as if its not mine. Tears blurring my vision and burning my eyes as I remember when I met her in the park, thinking there is at least one who understands, and then when I found out I would never have children, how she took my hand, my own sadness reflected in her eyes. She was more than most knew, they just couldn’t see.

Footsteps sound on the stairs, and I pull my eyes away from the room to look into Cains, “I already know. She’s gone,” I say flatly, feeling tears sting my eyes again before I push them away.

[OPEN TO CAIN]    [CLOSED]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
The Church of Saint Willigis
Morning, Sunday 11 October


For having told Kate, I felt it only best to tell Kaeli of Lilith. And tell her I did. Of what she did to Laurence. Of what she had made of me. I did not talk deeply of just how far from Grace I fell myself, but I know Kaeli. I know that she knows far more from what I felt during the conversation than what my words could tell her.

And now, I stand at the threshhold of Laurence's as-yet unfinished Church. It is small. Humble. It is on Silk Road. A fitting place for him to set his Church, I think. Two strong vices reside here on Silk Road, neither of which I disparage, but vices to which people retreat when they lack sight and when despair grows thick like weeds.

I step inside and clear my throat. Too long have I waited to talk to Laurence of this. Kaeli was not overly pleased that I had not yet done so. Time runs differently for me and at times I forget that.

Well, here I am. Finally.

[OPEN to Laurence]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
The Church of Saint Willigis
Morning, Sunday 11 October


For having told Kate, I felt it only best to tell Kaeli of Lilith. And tell her I did. Of what she did to Laurence. Of what she had made of me. I did not talk deeply of just how far from Grace I fell myself, but I know Kaeli. I know that she knows far more from what I felt during the conversation than what my words could tell her.

And now, I stand at the threshhold of Laurence's as-yet unfinished Church. It is small. Humble. It is on Silk Road. A fitting place for him to set his Church, I think. Two strong vices reside here on Silk Road, neither of which I disparage, but vices to which people retreat when they lack sight and when despair grows thick like weeds.

I step inside and clear my throat. Too long have I waited to talk to Laurence of this. Kaeli was not overly pleased that I had not yet done so. Time runs differently for me and at times I forget that.

Well, here I am. Finally.

[OPEN to Laurence]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
The General Store
Morning, Tuesday 6 October


It has been since Friday and I have yet to tell anyone close to me. I have yet to warn them. It does not feel right that I have not told Kaeli, but I there are two others, I feel, that must know first. Laurence and I have not seen much of each other. In fact, I have not seen him at all. I do not know where he is spending his time right now, but I hope that he is well.

It has been too long, though. Although I have projects to complete and others to begin, I do not work this morning. Instead, I walk the short distance to Kate's store.

Stepping inside, I see Kate assisting a customer and stand a respectful distance away. This is a delicate matter and would best be discussed after her customer has left.

[OPEN to Kate]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
The General Store
Morning, Tuesday 6 October


It has been since Friday and I have yet to tell anyone close to me. I have yet to warn them. It does not feel right that I have not told Kaeli, but I there are two others, I feel, that must know first. Laurence and I have not seen much of each other. In fact, I have not seen him at all. I do not know where he is spending his time right now, but I hope that he is well.

It has been too long, though. Although I have projects to complete and others to begin, I do not work this morning. Instead, I walk the short distance to Kate's store.

Stepping inside, I see Kate assisting a customer and stand a respectful distance away. This is a delicate matter and would best be discussed after her customer has left.

[OPEN to Kate]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
Lilith's Garden
Evening, Friday 2 October


I have dragged my feet for what seems like months, though, in truth, I suppose it has been millenia upon millenia that this confrontation has been waiting. It is peculiar that it would occur now, in this place of all places, during this time. I already know what to expect in a way, but we have both changed over time, I am most certain of that.

Orderly, I lay the books one atop another then lift them and set them on the floor in front of the trunk beside my bed. Opening it, I lift clothing and an ancient blade out of it and set them aside. I shift things around, feeling more than looking for that glass cylinder. My fingertips brush it and a shiver runs down my spine. I had hoped that I would never use this. That a need would never arise for me to find her. I raise it to eye level and grimace at the locket of hair corked within the flawless green-tinged container.

I open it and lay the hair in my palm. My eyes fix on it for a long moment as the reasonable, logical side of me tells me not to do this. To shut it back away in the dark and never speak of what happened.

My fist closes around the locket of hair and I shut my eyes. A rush of heat hits my face and then is gone. I open my eyes to look upon an entrance that is quite similar to others I have seen before.

"Lilith," I shout out. "Grant me entrance or I will enter by force."

[OPEN to Lilith]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
Lilith's Garden
Evening, Friday 2 October


I have dragged my feet for what seems like months, though, in truth, I suppose it has been millenia upon millenia that this confrontation has been waiting. It is peculiar that it would occur now, in this place of all places, during this time. I already know what to expect in a way, but we have both changed over time, I am most certain of that.

Orderly, I lay the books one atop another then lift them and set them on the floor in front of the trunk beside my bed. Opening it, I lift clothing and an ancient blade out of it and set them aside. I shift things around, feeling more than looking for that glass cylinder. My fingertips brush it and a shiver runs down my spine. I had hoped that I would never use this. That a need would never arise for me to find her. I raise it to eye level and grimace at the locket of hair corked within the flawless green-tinged container.

I open it and lay the hair in my palm. My eyes fix on it for a long moment as the reasonable, logical side of me tells me not to do this. To shut it back away in the dark and never speak of what happened.

My fist closes around the locket of hair and I shut my eyes. A rush of heat hits my face and then is gone. I open my eyes to look upon an entrance that is quite similar to others I have seen before.

"Lilith," I shout out. "Grant me entrance or I will enter by force."

[OPEN to Lilith]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
The Marks' Ranch
Morning, Wednesday 23 September


Work filled my day yesterday. Kaeli and I both spent time pouring over books the last two nights. I came up rather empty handed in my searches. I know a good deal about Ares and Eris, but nothing that would be useful against them. As much as I would like to find something, I am very torn about whether I would actually share a weakness of Eris' should I discover one. This conversation may change things considerably, however.

I take a deep breath and raise my fist. A momentary hesitation causes me to pause my fist halfway to the door. What if it was her? What if she is using it to get to me for not visiting sooner? What if she answers the door and the proof of her being with child is clearly present?

My knuckles rap against the hardwood door and I step back. I have no idea what to expect of this but the sinking feeling in my gut tells me it will not go pleasantly.

[OPEN to Eris]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] cain-excolo.livejournal.com
The Marks' Ranch
Morning, Wednesday 23 September


Work filled my day yesterday. Kaeli and I both spent time pouring over books the last two nights. I came up rather empty handed in my searches. I know a good deal about Ares and Eris, but nothing that would be useful against them. As much as I would like to find something, I am very torn about whether I would actually share a weakness of Eris' should I discover one. This conversation may change things considerably, however.

I take a deep breath and raise my fist. A momentary hesitation causes me to pause my fist halfway to the door. What if it was her? What if she is using it to get to me for not visiting sooner? What if she answers the door and the proof of her being with child is clearly present?

My knuckles rap against the hardwood door and I step back. I have no idea what to expect of this but the sinking feeling in my gut tells me it will not go pleasantly.

[OPEN to Eris]

[CLOSED]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Wednesday, September 23rd, early evening

From my bedroom I can hear a band tuning up outside. I smile and look out of the window. Stalls are being put up all along Main Street, and at the end nearest the river there's been a temporary stage erected. Bunting flutters in the breeze, and I smile, because we have two things to celebrate today - the harvest, and Edmund's win. I am so happy for him! That good news, along with the meeting we had on Monday, has left me feeling quite optimistic. It's true that we didn't find anything in particular to help us, but we started to get some ideas, and maybe more importantly I think it helped to know that there was a group of us willing to act. We've arranged to meet regularly, and I think good things should come of our meetings. I plan to spend some time in the library during the week, too, to try to make myself useful. I don't have any specialist knowledge about any of these things, unlike some of my friends, so I have some learning to do.

I wasn't sure what to wear. I thought about the dress I wore to Hermia's party, because with a jacket it would be warm enough, but I decided it would be a little dressy. Besides, if I see Laurence tonight, I don't want to remind him of an event we went to together. I feel a little cramp as I think of Laurence, but all the same, I hope I see him today... It's been a few days, and I want to see him for myself so that I know he is well, or as well as can be expected. That doesn't help me decide what I want to wear, because I don't want to appear like I am too lighthearted because that will hurt his feelings, but I don't want him to think I look plain. Which is selfish of me, really, and I shouldn't care if he has a low opinion of me. But I do. In the end I take out a sober but fitted navy wool dress. I don't think I've worn this since last autumn... I check my hair in the mirror again and touch up my lipstick, and then I go outside.

I see Mrs Wilson and Amanda manning the raffle stall, so I of course stop and buy a couple of tickets. Amanda looks happy and excited, but Mrs Wilson looks so careworn these days. She still hasn't heard from Edith; no one knows where she went after she attacked Jamie's sister. It's a horrible thing... I see another stall where you can pay a dollar and throw a wet sponge at someone. Toby Hutchinson seems to have volunteered to sit in the chair, but he seems like the council member least likely to have people throw things at him... I spot that a couple of the Saturday market traders have put up stalls selling knicknacks and laces and ribbons... And there's the abbey stall, which is selling homemade ginger ale and apple juice... John Longfellow, Terence Longfellow's nephew, is with the band. They are playing some cheerful country music, and I know once they get going there'll be a few girls standing around, because although he's not the handsomest young man, John has a good voice and a fine smile, and that seems to be enough. I wonder who else will be playing tonight?

I sit down on a bench and watch things begin to come together. It looks like it should be a lovely evening.

[open]
[identity profile] kateohara.livejournal.com
Wednesday, September 23rd, early evening

From my bedroom I can hear a band tuning up outside. I smile and look out of the window. Stalls are being put up all along Main Street, and at the end nearest the river there's been a temporary stage erected. Bunting flutters in the breeze, and I smile, because we have two things to celebrate today - the harvest, and Edmund's win. I am so happy for him! That good news, along with the meeting we had on Monday, has left me feeling quite optimistic. It's true that we didn't find anything in particular to help us, but we started to get some ideas, and maybe more importantly I think it helped to know that there was a group of us willing to act. We've arranged to meet regularly, and I think good things should come of our meetings. I plan to spend some time in the library during the week, too, to try to make myself useful. I don't have any specialist knowledge about any of these things, unlike some of my friends, so I have some learning to do.

I wasn't sure what to wear. I thought about the dress I wore to Hermia's party, because with a jacket it would be warm enough, but I decided it would be a little dressy. Besides, if I see Laurence tonight, I don't want to remind him of an event we went to together. I feel a little cramp as I think of Laurence, but all the same, I hope I see him today... It's been a few days, and I want to see him for myself so that I know he is well, or as well as can be expected. That doesn't help me decide what I want to wear, because I don't want to appear like I am too lighthearted because that will hurt his feelings, but I don't want him to think I look plain. Which is selfish of me, really, and I shouldn't care if he has a low opinion of me. But I do. In the end I take out a sober but fitted navy wool dress. I don't think I've worn this since last autumn... I check my hair in the mirror again and touch up my lipstick, and then I go outside.

I see Mrs Wilson and Amanda manning the raffle stall, so I of course stop and buy a couple of tickets. Amanda looks happy and excited, but Mrs Wilson looks so careworn these days. She still hasn't heard from Edith; no one knows where she went after she attacked Jamie's sister. It's a horrible thing... I see another stall where you can pay a dollar and throw a wet sponge at someone. Toby Hutchinson seems to have volunteered to sit in the chair, but he seems like the council member least likely to have people throw things at him... I spot that a couple of the Saturday market traders have put up stalls selling knicknacks and laces and ribbons... And there's the abbey stall, which is selling homemade ginger ale and apple juice... John Longfellow, Terence Longfellow's nephew, is with the band. They are playing some cheerful country music, and I know once they get going there'll be a few girls standing around, because although he's not the handsomest young man, John has a good voice and a fine smile, and that seems to be enough. I wonder who else will be playing tonight?

I sit down on a bench and watch things begin to come together. It looks like it should be a lovely evening.

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