Brother Andre fidgeted nervously in his seat. David gave him an incredulous look.
“I am a pilgrim in an unholy land.” Mused Andre. The yacht club in Tinicum was busy, but not overly crowded. The two hunters were keeping a sharp eye while doing their best to blend in. David, it seemed, was having an easier time of that than Andre.
“Oh, please.” David grumbled. “This is a club and a restaurant, not a whorehouse. Given all the requirements the Church bestows on us for priesthood, I would think the one place a priest would be quite comfortable is a venue where people spend most of their time drinking. After all, it’s one of the few vices allowed us.”
“Yeah, but this is also a hunting ground for vampires.” Retorted Andre. “We’re baiting the lion in his own den.”
Their brunette waitress sauntered over. “So, what can I get for you, gentlemen?”
“Well, Angela…”
“It’s pronounced An-JAY-la.” She corrected.
“My apologies. I’ll have the fish and chips.”
Andre ordered the same, but as Angela was about to depart, David flagged her attention again.
“Say, Angela,” He pronounced it correctly this time. “we’re looking for someone. Someone who might patronize this establishment. Perhaps you could help us.”
“Maybe. This person has a name, I presume?”
“His name is Michael Allens, although he might be going by an alias. This is what he looks like.” David reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photograph of Michael.
“Well, that is clearly our club here. In fact, I think I even see my tush on the edge of the photo here. But if he’s ever been here since that photo was taken, I can’t say.”
“Well, thanks anyway.” Said David. Angela then walked away.
“Dead end.” Grumbled Andre.
“Not if she’s lying.”
“And you think she is?”
“I do. She recognizes him. Subtle changes in her body language gave that away. And there’s a lot more to her than appears.” He wiggled his finger under his chin, as if pointing to his Adams apple.
“She’s a man?” Andre’s eyes grew wide.
“A transsexual almost fully transitioned. You almost can’t tell.”
“Freak.” Growled Andre disgustedly. “Still think we’re not in the devil’s playground here?”
“I never said we weren’t. As you pointed out, this is vampire hunting ground.” David glanced at the door. “And there’s one now.”
The man David was watching looked somewhat out of place in their environment. His grey hair was rather ragged and his aged face anything but handsome.
For his part, Roland Bishop wanted to be anywhere but that nightclub right now. He was not hunting, but had come to convey a message to Monroe from Walsh via Angela. This was not his environment. Not his territory. The vampire, who despite his aged appearance was relatively newly embraced, was also the grand-childe of Walsh via Didi Myers. Despite his pedigree, he was pretty low in the hierarchy, so running petty errands for his betters was pretty much his only opportunity for advancement.
Roland walked over to the bar and ordered a cocktail. When Angela ventured out of the kitchen with someone’s order, he gave a subtle nod to alert her to his presence. It was an action that did not go unnoticed by Roland’s Malleus observers.
“That explains the lies.” Whispered Andre. “The deviant is in with them.”
“Vampires use mortal servants all the time. Sometimes unknowingly.” Replied David. Andre did not miss the inference.
Angela delivered her meal and as she returned to the kitchen, she paused next to Roland. The aged-looking vampire reached into his coat and pulled out an envelope, handing it off to Angela. His task complete, Roland finished his drink and made for the door.
“Now what?” asked Andre.
“We follow the vampire.” David stood up and quickly gathered his coat.
“The vampire delivered a message to the woman. We’re more like to disrupt their society if we intercept it.”
“The slave is nothing. Only the vampire matters. Come quickly.”
The two of them dashed out of the establishment without paying. Roland had not gotten far as he was on foot. Because of the busyness of the night, he’d been forced to park further away than he might have liked.
Roland was also not unaware that he was being followed. His advanced vampire senses had picked up the two hunters almost immediately. He smiled. The fools!
Roland made a quick detour and made it obvious that he was doing so, darting down a side street and calling the shadows to hide him from his pursuers. David and Andre quickened their pace and turned the corner.
“He’s gone.” Exclaimed Andre.
“Many of their kind can turn invisible. Be wary. He may be waiting in ambush.” Warned David.
“How’d you guess?” said Roland arrogantly. He suddenly appeared behind them and lashed out with a hard left hook. Andre went flying.
David pulled out his cross and held it aloft before the vampire. Roland laughed.
“This ain’t the movies, boy. You have no idea what you’re dealing with!”
“Do I?” said David confidently. And then he began to pray.
Roland snarled and lunged forward, fangs bared. But the moment he took one step forward, he felt his skin begin to burn. “What the…” Roland began, surprised, but the pain soon became so intense he could not finish his sentence.
Andre came back to his feet, holding his arm and shaking off the stunned feeling from taking the full force of a vampire’s punch. “I think he broke my shoulder.” He lamented.
“Strike now!” said David, ending his prayer. The burning affect wore off immediately, but Roland staggered, momentarily disoriented while trying to shake off the last of the pain.
Andre yanked a hatchet from his belt with his good arm and took a mighty swing. The blow caught Roland in the neck, but did not cleave through. Roland’s eyes went wide as he realized too late these were no amateur hunters. He grabbed for his neck just as Andre’s second blow landed home. His head came loose and his body turned to dust in seconds.
“Well done.” Complimented David. “Now we’ve sent a message.”
---
“So, the direct approach.” Mused Solomon as he put his hand on the front door of Ernie’s cult’s church.
The old abandoned store front was decorated in painted flowers and other symbols and phrases, all of them speaking of peace, brotherhood, and love. It looked like a throwback to the 1960s hippie era. Solomon remembered Ernie’s cult in Roanoke and noted similarities. Some things, even with a madman, stay consistent.
The windows, while painted on the outside, were also blacked out on the inside, making it impossible to look inside. Nor did it allow sunlight to penetrate within. Another clue that a vampire was involved with these otherwise harmless-seeming fanatics.
“Best way to draw him out.” Reminded Julia. “We both agreed to this.”
“We may regret this.” He pulled the door open and walked inside. Julia followed after.
“Welcome! Welcome!” came the effusive greeting from a young man near the door. He was bare-chested and wore only a white linen shift below the waist. “Welcome to the Church of Eternal Truth.”
“Thank you.” Said Solomon awkwardly. He was taken aback by the man’s appearance.
“My apologies.” Said the man, recognizing Solomon’s discomfort. “While we are always eager to host visitors, tonight may prove to be a little much to the uninitiated.”
“You’re a sex cult, aren’t you?” said Julia bluntly.
“Cult is such an ugly word.” Retorted the man, “but yes, we celebrate the divine in our mortal bodies. It is as our esteemed Dr. Malenkov has taught. And since he is present with us tonight, it is fitting that we celebrate in this way.”
“Perhaps we should come back another time.” Said Solomon, his discomfort clearly growing.
“You are always welcome.” Said the man, his cheerful demeanor returning.
Julia frowned as Solomon made to retreat, but she followed him back out. Once they were some distance from the door, she spoke. “That was one of our best shots to confront Ernie.”
“Are you angry because of that or because I just denied you the chance to fuck half the room?” He growled in reply.
“I am NOT my sire.” Snapped Julia, growing angrier.
“Besides,” Solomon kept his voice even, trying to defuse the coming argument. “Confrontation was not our goal. We wanted confirmation and we got it. We know where to find him or at least his new powerbase. We can come back another time and hit him hard. Hit him where it hurts. Maybe drive him off for good.”
“Why don’t we try it ourselves? A bunch of naked cultists are hardly a threat to the two of us.”
“I’m not taking on Ernie without backup. Not without Michael and his werewolf and mage friends.”
“Why are you so afraid of him?”
“Because he’s a smart man.” Said a menacing voice behind them. They both spun about to find a somewhat regal looking man in an expensive suit standing before them. Black hair. Ice blue eyes. A black goatee. Julia had never seen him before, but she knew without a doubt this was Ernie.
“The beard is new.” Said Solomon, trying to keep his voice even.
“I’m glad you like it.” Ernie’s voice lost its menace. His reply seemed almost chipper. “I’m disappointed you didn’t stick around for tonight’s celebration. I’m sure you would have enjoyed it. You could have spread the word. Drawn Michael here. You know how he loves these sorts of things. Easy sex. Willing women.”
“You know Monroe will offer him much the same.”
“But Monroe doesn’t love him like I do.” Ernie sighed. “Oh, is there ever anything so sad as unrequited love?”
“Michael isn’t interested in what you offer, Ernie.” Growled Julia defiantly. “He doesn’t like the price.”
“Oh, really?” replied Ernie. “And yet, you did say Monroe is offering the same deal. I’m sure his price isn’t much different. Your sire is rather predictable, thinking with his crotch more than is wise. But I’m sure it’s such a beautiful crotch. If only I could just…”
“You can’t have him.”
“And you think you’ll stop me, young one?” Ernie locked eyes with her and Julia’s world exploded into pain. It was as if she’d been set ablaze by a fire beyond imagining. Her every nerve in agony. She screamed in mind for the sweet release of death, but it never came.
“Let her go.” Solomon demanded, moving to the now desperately twitching Julia lying on the sidewalk.
Ernie’s eyes moved to Solomon and he convulsed as the same attack came upon him. Ernie stood there for a few seconds and then released them.
“A small demonstration of my displeasure. It’s amazing what you can convince a mind to believe is real when you have such open access to it. Leave me. Go back to Michael and tell him the longer he holds out against me, the greater my wrath will be against those he loves most. Tell him what I did to you. Tell him everything.” With that, Ernie turned and departed.
---
“Well, this is the place. Where’s Boar?” Martin moved about impatiently.
“Calm down. He’ll be here.” retorted Anna, impatient herself with Martin’s fidgeting.
The nearby brush rustled and a black wolf emerged. “Please tell me that’s you.” said Martin.
The wolf did not speak, but gave a tilt of its head and a quick bark like a dog.
“I’m guessing you can’t talk, but you can understand us.” said Anna.
Boar nodded. He then motioned his head, as if to imply they should follow. He then headed off further into the woods. The two mages followed.
They had chosen to meet within Fairmount Park, roughly a mile from St. Agnes. It was midday and the sun was shining brightly in the sky above. Martin and Anna weren’t entirely sure why Boar had chosen to meet them shapeshifted like this, but they presumed there would be a good reason.
After a while following the deer paths through the woods, they came upon a clearing. Across the clearing, they could see the burned out ruin of St. Agnes chapel. Standing near the chapel were two men in police uniforms. The two took cover as Boar began to sniff the air.
“Those aren’t our monsters.” said Martin, stating the obvious.
Boar shifted into human form. “No. They’re probably Brotherhood allies. Hired thugs dressed up like rent-a-cops to allay suspicion. But one of those things IS here. I just can’t tell where.”
“Inside.” guessed Anna, “probably kept there until needed.”
“This stinks of a trap.” said Martin. “Just two normal guards and one hidden monster. It would be way too easy for your pack to hit this place again.”
“Agreed. The Ridden is intimidating, but a single one could not stand against my wolves.” said Boar. “Something else is going on here.” He shifted back into wolf form and began to encircle the clearing, keeping behind the tree line.
The three of them made their way around the clearing. As they did so, they drew closer and closer to the actual building of St. Agnes, while still remaining reasonably hidden. The two rent-a-cop guards seemed bored and did little more than look up for a second or two when either Anna or Martin would stumble or break a twig. If either of them sensed they were being watched, they didn’t act like it.
Once Boar reached a point along the edge where he was only thirty or so feet from the wall of St. Agnes, he shifted back again and motioned for the two mages to draw closer. They peaked over his shoulder to see what he was seeing.
The fire had blown out most of the chapel’s old stained glass and Brotherhood had not bothered to replace them. Inside, the Brotherhood had cleaned things up somewhat, but the walls and floors were still badly scorched. Five sleeping bags lined the floor, three of which were occupied.
“Late sleepers.” whispered Martin.
“Mages.” said Anna. “I can feel their power.”
“You always were better at that than me.”
Chained to the far wall was one of the beasts. It was largely motionless, although it would test its bonds periodically with a grunt and a snarl. It was not going anywhere. Next to it was a wooden box; within, the three observers could see two round objects that appeared to be a conglomeration of bone, offal, and other miscellaneous organic matter. The stench from them could be smelled back where the trio were sitting.
“What the hell are those things?” asked Martin.
“Spirit fetishes.” said Boar, in before Anna. “Probably used somehow to summon the possessing spirit.”
Anna waved her hand in front of her face and stared intently at the chained monster. “I’m not sure they’re necessary. I can see the spell’s pattern. It’s not that complicated.”
“Can you unravel it?” asked Boar.
“Can you teach me to do it?" added Martin. "And Mitch?”
“Perhaps.” said Anna, turning to her boyfriend. “But I’ll need someplace to work. To experiment. To practice.” She paused and turned back to Boar. “I’ve seen enough. Thank you. I think we’ve got this.”
“Good. The more we know, the better off we’ll be. Let’s get out of here.” He began to retreat back into the woods.
---
Michael pulled his cup of coffee from the brewer in his office and made to sit down at his desk when the elevator opened. He looked up to see Rebecca enter.
“Taking a break from all the excitement at Studio Gothic?” he said with a smile.
“I’m not the one who needs to take a break.” she teased. “You’ve been so preoccupied with these monsters the Dark Brotherhood have cooked up that you’ve forgotten to keep your eyes open to other opportunities.” Without any further explanation, she moved behind him and tapped a few keys on his computer to bring up the camera feeds from the dance floor below. Rebecca then zoomed in on one young woman in particular, sitting casually at the bar.
“You know her?” Michael asked.
“Sort of. Not long after I took over Studio Gothic, I noticed a group of women, different one every night, that were beginning to frequent the club. There was always at least one of them every night, sometimes two. They all bore the same tattoo on their right arm, a series of Chinese characters on the inside of the forearm. I don’t read Chinese, of course, but I recognized the pattern. The same on each of them.”
“Sex slaves.” guessed Michael.
“Tong prostitutes.” amended Rebecca. “They were trying to run their little racket out of my club. I chased them off. Now that you’ve been open for a few months, I’m guessing they’re doing the same. This girl has the same tattoo. I noticed it when I stopped at the bar to talk to Boar a few minutes ago.”
“I’ve got feelers all over the city looking for dirt on the Chinese syndicates and one of their own walks right in my door.” Michael chuckled at the irony.
“You know the mob. Chinese, Italian, whatever. They’re always looking for new markets, just like any business. Club CRASS is fertile ground for eager young men and women looking for a quick thrill.” Rebecca turned off the screen and looked at Michael intently. “You can guess she doesn’t know too much and that there’s a minder nearby somewhere in the crowd. But it is something.”
“It is. Seems I need to have a conversation with this charming young lady.”
“I thought you might.”
“That’s not the reason you came by.”
“No. I haven’t seen you or Sarah for at least a week. Things have been so busy for the three of us. I hoping to get some time tonight.” She motioned towards the blank screen. “But that’s a chance you don’t want to miss. Is Sarah around? I imagine we can find something to do with ourselves.”
“She’s downstairs. Surprised you didn’t see her when you spoke to Boar.”
“I’m guessing you’ll want your office for more intimate negotiations. We’ll find something to do and someplace to be.”
“Thank you. A foursome is probably a little much for our little delicate Tong girl.”
“I wouldn’t underestimate her, but probably not a good idea for the first time. Come on.”
---
Michael emerged from the elevator with Rebecca to the blasting music from the DJ. It took a second for him to adjust to the sudden sensory overload but then he began scanning the bar for the Tong woman. The bar had gotten more crowded since Rebecca had turned off the camera feed, but Michael could still barely make out the woman amidst the crowd.
“Girl” might have been a more apt description. She was definitely trying to bridge that divide between innocent child and sultry adult, selling herself as both at the same time like many teen prostitutes did. He guessed she was 17 or 18, far too young to be inside a nightclub like his. Someone, her pimp perhaps, had arranged for her to get past the bouncers outside.
As he watched her, he realized with a chuckle exactly why Rebecca had picked her out from within the busy nightclub crowd. White girl, dangerously young, short at maybe 5 feet in height, buxom with red hair. Pretty much the whole package that really turned Michael on. Rebecca knew him all too well.
“See ya.” Rebecca whispered in his ear. “Have fun.” She then departed towards the far end of the dance floor where Sarah had parked herself for the night.
Michael nodded and approached the prostitute. She noticed his advance and turned towards him. There was a brief flush of anxiety on her face, undetectable to anyone but a vampire. She knew who he was. Michael smiled pleasantly in an effort to calm her.
“Hey,” he said casually as he strolled up to the bar next to her. The crowd at the bar was thinning again, so he took a seat on the stool beside her.
“Hi.” she said. A hint of a familiar accent. She was definitely not from Philadelphia. Could it be?
“You ain’t from ‘round here, are ya?” said Michael, amplifying his own normally-subtle West Virginia twang to comical levels.
The girl laughed. “Gave myself away, didn’t I?”
“Not too many here would be able to tell. You’re a West Virginian?”
“Born and raised in Beckley. Came to the big city to find my fortune.”
“Charleston and I came here for the same reason. My name’s Michael.”
“I know,” she said, her initial nerves now calmed, “you own this place. I’m Phoebe.” She shook her head. “I would never have realized you were from down home.”
“I don’t advertise it.” Michael took a moment to take her in. Yeah, she was cute and her club wear dress left little to the imagination. Bare shoulders and midriff. Nice little gem piercing in her navel. Probably no panties under that skirt, he guessed.
She noticed his attention and a nervous smile crossed her lips. She was new at this, not quite seasoned enough to hide her anxiety. Michael decided to be blunt.
He reached over and ran his finger across her right arm, right where the tattoo that Rebecca had spotted was. “I’m guessing your time in the big city did not work out quite as you intended. Fell into the wrong crowd, I see.”
Phoebe’s face flashed with panic. “Don’t panic.” Michael said quietly but firmly. “Don’t worry about that pimp who brought you here. Act casual. I’m not doing to do anything.”
“Most club owners don’t like us working their turf.”
“Maybe I’m the exception. Maybe I can give you an exclusive right to my place.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Well, you’re a fellow mountaineer. And you’re fucking cute to boot.”
Phoebe chuckled, her nerves relaxing again. “I’m guessing this deal involves a free sample.”
“Well, I need to know that what I’m offering my clientele is worth the price.”
“Where can we go?”
“I know just the place.”
---
Phoebe rolled over onto her belly, allowing Michael to admire her curves from behind. He ran his finger playfully up her spine and chuckled when she shivered. “You’re still doing it to me.” She teased. “I just stopped twitching from that final orgasm and you get me going again.”
“Sorry.” lied Michael.
“You’re not like most of my clients.” she admitted. “They usually only care about how good they feel. Don’t give a damn about me. To them, I’m just a whore. A piece of meat. But you...”
Michael smiled devilishly at her comments. The real seduction had begun. Not to sex, that was already well accomplished, but to her willing participation in his schemes. “Well, let me tell you a little secret. What turns me on is seeing a woman really into me. Get her howling my name. In order to do that, I have make you feel like you’re having the best night of your life.” He gave her a quick hug and then stood up. He walked over to the sink next to his coffee maker and poured a glass of water. He pricked his finger and let a few drops fall in.
“Oh, thanks. I think all my moisture went down south. I could use a drink.”
“Well, I poured this for me, but since you insist...” He teased. He handed her the glass and she drank, not noticing anything amiss.
“So now what?” she asked him, handing the glass back.
“I’m getting to that.” Michael sat down at his desk, opened up the safe beneath it and pulled out several hundred dollar bills.
Seeing what he was doing, Phoebe spoke up. “I thought this was for the deal to use your club to pick up johns.”
“It is, but it wouldn’t be fair to send you out of here empty handed. Besides, I want to make sure your pimp agrees to this deal too. You hand him some of this and he’ll come around.” Michael walked over and handed Phoebe the money. “You can work my club, but only you. No other girls from your syndicate.”
“If you’re planning to steal me away every night like this, he won’t like that. Although I suppose if you pay, it won’t matter.”
“And you? What do you think?”
“I’d love it. You make me feel like that again and you can be my sugar daddy any day. Fuck the Tong.”
“We’ll see about that later.” Michael thought to himself. “Yeah, I could see me with a new harem with Phoebe as my #1 like Sammy was.” He spoke aloud next. “Let’s keep those ideas to ourselves, shall we? For now, you get my club all to yourself.”
“Alright. And I get you from time to time, I’m guessing.”
Michael smiled an affirmative to that. “Time to get dressed. I’m sure your minder is wondering what became of you.”
“I flash $500 in his face and he won’t care.”
“Good. I’ll see you later then, sweet Phoebe.”
---
Michael escorted Phoebe back to the club. By now, it was close to last call and things were winding down. After getting off the elevator, Michael paused to give her a quick peck on the cheek and then sent her off. He scanned the club, making note first of the man Phoebe walked towards and then looking for his crew. To his surprise, he saw Sarah and Rebecca chatting with Mitch and Boar by the bar. He walked over.
“Mission accomplished?” asked Rebecca.
“So far.” Michael said. “And you? I’m surprised to see you two here again.”
“We went hunting. Found two drunk frat boys. A couple of blow jobs later and they were putty in our hands.”
“Rebecca had to talk me out of killing mine.” growled Sarah. “He was a secret pedophile.”
“You must have been his lifelong ambition.” teased Michael.
“Not funny.” said Sarah. “He’s going to hurt someone someday.”
“Be that as it may, but we can’t risk pissing off Walsh right now.” reminded Rebecca. “Don’t forget he’s got an army of possessed monsters to throw at us.”
“Speaking of that, any word from our magician friends?” said Michael, changing the subject.
“Nothing since earlier tonight.” said Mitch. “Anna’s working on it. She thinks she’ll have something in a couple of days.”
“Good,” said Michael, his eye watching Phoebe and her pimp as they walked out of the club. “The pieces are falling into place. A weapon against the Brotherhood and soon hopefully something to motivate the Consilium out of its complacency.”
---
“Alright, our vampire friends aren’t going to be here for at least another hour. Why did you ask me here early?” Martin grumbled.
“Because I’m ready for a practice run and I need a stooge.” Anna teased with a grin.
“I get it. No sense trying to sell our vampire friend something that we can’t deliver on.”
“Exactly.” said Anna. “We’re still under censure. We need allies. Even if the one creeps me out.”
“Yeah, Michael’s eyes are a little too eager. But I don’t think Mitch will let him off his leash.”
“Who holds that leash and who’s on the other end of it, I often wonder. Does Mitch call Michael’s shots or the other way around?”
“Considering that we mages are immune to the vampire’s power of blood enslavement, I’d say it’s a little of both. That said, I suspect Michael won’t do anything to alienate Mitch. So a lustful glance is all you need worry about from him.”
“I’m not so sure. I’m not too keen on becoming one of his midnight snacks.”
“While I’m sure he’d fuck you given half a chance, I doubt highly he’d want to kill us. Novices or not, we’re too much trouble to try to murder.”
“You’re a little too trusting, my lover. He is a vampire, never forget that. We need to offer him something better. Make ourselves useful.”
“I think we already are. So, about this test run, what do you have in mind?”
“I got a good grasp of the spell pattern the Brotherhood is using on their Ridden. I’m going to try to duplicate it on something weak, something we can handle easily. Let it possess you and then try to unravel the spell so it gets kicked out.”
“Ok, that sounds a little more risky that what I thought you might do.”
“Don’t panic. The spirit should be weak enough that you can kick it out of your own head. I just want to make sure this is going to work.” She gave him a coy smile. “I wouldn’t put us in danger. You should know me better than that.”
“Yeah, but didn’t you already do this once? You exorcised Tucker’s bodyguard on campus that day.”
“That was part luck and part throwing every bit of power I could muster into that spell. I’m not sure I could duplicate what I did that day and it doesn’t help us if I or any other mage has to take an hour nap after we exorcise one of these monsters. We can’t afford the downtime. We’ve got to find a way that works with less effort and more consistency and I think I’ve got one.”
“Alright. I see your point. Let’s try it.”
“If it works, not only will we have something to show off to Michael when he shows up, but we might have a bargaining chip to get us back in with Zao and the Consilium.”
“Good point.”
“Alright, I’m going to summon up a minor spirit. Let see how this goes. As I said, it should be weak enough for you to expel it on your own.”
“It’d better be. I’m not keen on being the star of Exorcist V: Anna Fucked Up.” Martin smiled through his own joke.
Anna began her incantation, drilling a small hole into the Gauntlet and making an invitation to the spirits beyond. But she felt a surge of power and immediately realized her mistake. As weakened as the Gauntlet had become, the metaphysical hole she’d punched into it gaped wide open. Something was coming through; something far bigger than she had anticipated.
Anna immediately cut the spell short and began to work undoing the damage she’d done. Martin realized something was wrong almost instantly. He cried out, but his voice was indistinct and distant. Why was he so far away? Then Anna realized to her horror. The spirit she’d summoned hadn’t gone to possess him. It had taken over her.
And that was the last thing she remembered.
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