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The declaration at 576/3 was done.
Now, under the blazing LED floodlights of the Vijay Khel Maidan, the real nightmare was about to begin. The pink Kookaburra ball, famously lethal during the night sessions, was waiting.
Travis Head and Usman Khawaja walked down the steps. The roar from the 60,000-strong Patra City crowd wasn't a welcoming cheer; it was a battle cry.
In the center of the pitch, Virat Kohli and Aarav Pathak were deep in conversation, organizing the troops.
"Three slips, a gully, and short leg," Kohli instructed, pointing to the fielding positions. "Keep the cover open. Let him try to drive the pink ball if he dares."
Aarav nodded, taking the shiny, heavily lacquered pink ball from the umpire. He tossed it from hand to hand, feeling the pronounced seam.
Ravi Shastri (Voice booming): "The declaration has been made! 576 is a mountain, but India won't be looking at the runs right now; they are looking at 10 Australian wickets! Travis Head takes guard. And, to no one's surprise, it is the Vice-Captain, the 'Seth' of Patra City, Aarav Pathak, with the new pink ball."
Over 1:
Aarav stood at the top of his mark. The crowd began a slow, rhythmic clap that echoed like a war drum.
Ball 1: Aarav ran in smoothly, gathering his explosive momentum. He pitched it on a good length, right on the fourth stump line. The seam was presented perfectly upright. Travis Head, knowing the threat of the swinging pink ball, shouldered arms, watching it carry safely through to Srikar Bharat. Dot.
Harsha Bhogle: "Good, sharp carry first up. He kept it right on the seam, asking the batsman to make a decision. Head leaves it alone."
Ball 2: Aarav walked back to his mark, unbothered by the leave. He wanted to test Head's reflexes. He steamed in, his arm a blur. 151.2 kmph. The ball skidded off the pitch, angling slightly into the left-hander. Head was rushed. He barely got his bat down in time, jamming it into the turf to keep the ball out. Dot.
Matthew Hayden: "Whoa! That hurried him! 151 clicks straight away. The pitch here at Patra City is incredibly true, but when it's bowled at that pace under lights, your reaction time is cut in half."
Ball 3: Aarav Pathak's eyes narrowed. He noticed Head's bottom hand gripping the bat a little too tightly—a sign of tension. Aarav decided to bowl the 'heavy ball', a delivery that hits the splice of the bat with bone-jarring force.
He ran in, putting every single ounce of power from his broad shoulders and strong core into the delivery stride. The speed gun flashed an ominous number: 154.8 kmph.
It was back of a length, angled fiercely into Travis Head's ribcage. Head stood tall, reading the line, and brought his bat forward for a solid, defensive push, bracing for the impact.
The pink ball slammed into the bat. But instead of the usual crisp thwack of leather on willow, a loud, sickening CRACK echoed through the stump mics.
Travis Head's bat snapped violently in two. The entire bottom half of the blade broke off entirely, flying backward and clattering onto the pitch, while the ball dropped dead near his boots. Head was left standing there, holding nothing but a jagged, splintered handle, looking absolutely dumbfounded.
For a microsecond, the stadium went dead silent, trying to process what had just happened.
Then, absolute chaos. Virat Kohli, standing at first slip, burst into uncontrollable laughter, clapping his hands together. Shubman Gill, at second slip, put a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with shock and amusement.
Aarav didn't laugh. He just stopped in his follow-through, crossed his arms over his chest, and smirked at the broken piece of wood lying on his pitch.
Ravi Shastri (Screaming in absolute delirium): "HE HAS BROKEN THE BAT! HE HAS LITERALLY SNAPPED IT IN TWO! 154 KILOMETERS PER HOUR OF PURE, UNADULTERATED FURY! Travis Head puts in a solid defense, and the sheer momentum and pace of Aarav Pathak's delivery destroys the English willow!"
Matthew Hayden (Laughing in disbelief): "I have seen bats break from yorkers hitting the toe, Ravi, but breaking it right off the splice from a defensive push?! That is frightening strength from the bowler! The Indian slip cordon is in stitches! Travis Head looks like he's seen a ghost!"
The 60,000 fans in the stands were roaring, jumping out of their seats. "SETH! SETH! SETH!"
Travis Head, shaking his head in disbelief, threw the splintered handle to the ground and signaled to the Australian dressing room. The twelfth man ran out immediately, carrying an armful of fresh bats. Head tested a few, taking practice swings, clearly trying to shake off the psychological blow of having his primary weapon shattered by pure pace.
Ball 4: With a new bat in hand, Head looked incredibly wary. Aarav bowled a perfect outswinger, pitching on middle and leaving the left-hander. Head, still rattled, played completely inside the line. The ball whistled past the outside edge. Dot.
Harsha Bhogle: "He is completely shaken! You can't blame him. When a fast bowler breaks your bat, he breaks a little bit of your confidence too. Aarav is all over him."
Ball 5: Aarav went for the yorker, but it ended up as a low full toss on the pads. Head, overly cautious, just pushed it gently to mid-on, refusing to take a run and expose Khawaja. Dot.
Ball 6: Aarav stood at his mark for the final ball of the over. He had bowled 148, 151, and 154 kmph. Head was bracing himself, his weight entirely on his back foot, expecting another thunderbolt.
Aarav ran in with the exact same intensity, his arm speed unchanged. But at the point of release, he rolled his fingers firmly over the seam. 122.4 kmph. The slower off-cutter.
Travis Head was through his defensive stroke before the ball was even halfway down the pitch. He lunged forward, completely off-balance, his bat swiping through empty air. The ball dipped, bouncing softly and narrowly missing the off-stump, before resting in Srikar Bharat's gloves.
Head nearly fell over, looking utterly bamboozled.
Ravi Shastri: "OH, BEAUTIFUL! Deceived him entirely! The slower ball at 122 to finish the over! Head was playing a shot to a ball that arrived three days later! What an unbelievable first over from Aarav Pathak! He breaks the bat, he breaks the mind, and he starts with a maiden!"
End of Over 1.Score: Australia 0/0. Travis Head: 0* (6 balls). Aarav Pathak: 1-1-0-0.
As the umpires called over, Kohli jogged over to Aarav, giving him a massive high-five. "You owe him a new bat, Aarav!" Kohli laughed loudly.
"He shouldn't have brought cheap wood to Patra City, Virat bhai," Aarav smirked, tossing the pink ball to Mohammed Shami for the second over.
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Day 2 at the Vijay Khel Maidan began under the bright, warm afternoon sun. The terrors of the pink ball under the artificial lights from the previous night had momentarily vanished. The pitch, baked flat and hard, looked like a paradise for batting, completely contrasting the minefield it would likely become by Day 4.
Australia resumed their innings at 0/0, with 35-40 overs scheduled for their innings on this day. The goal was monumental: chip away at India's mammoth declaration of 576.
Virat Kohli handed the ball to his premier seam attack. With Aarav Pathak, Mohammed Shami, and Mohammed Siraj, India had a three-pronged pace battery capable of extracting life out of dead pitches.
But Travis Head had a different script in mind.
If Usman Khawaja was the immovable object at one end, dropping anchor and defending with traditional Test match grit, Travis Head was the unstoppable force at the other. The left-hander, perhaps still smarting from having his bat shattered by Aarav the previous night, decided that survival lay in aggression.
Mohammed Siraj steamed in for the 4th over, bowling full, searching for swing. Head didn't bother getting his eye in. He cleared his front leg and launched Siraj over mid-off for a one-bounce four. Two balls later, he slashed a wide delivery fiercely through point.
Harsha Bhogle: "Travis Head is playing a different format! This isn't Test cricket; he is treating this like an ODI! He is going after the Indian pacers with absolute disdain. The sun is out, the pitch is flat, and he is capitalizing beautifully."
When Mohammed Shami tried to hit the deck hard, Head rocked onto his back foot and pulled him violently in front of square. By the 15th over, Australia had raced past 70. The run rate was hovering near 5 runs an over, almost entirely fueled by Head's pyrotechnics.
Matthew Hayden: "This is exactly what Australia needs. You cannot let the Indian bowlers dictate terms when the scoreboard reads 576. Head has recognized that the ball isn't swinging in this afternoon heat, and he is punishing every minor error in length. He's batting with a strike rate of over 100!"
Head brought up his half-century in just 46 balls, raising his bat to the Australian dressing room. It was a counter punch of the highest quality.
Over 17:
Virat Kohli, sensing the momentum shifting slightly, turned to his enforcer. The crowd began to chant immediately. "SETH! SETH! SETH!"
Aarav Pathak took the ball. He had watched Head dismantle his fellow pacers. He knew that raw pace wasn't going to be enough on this flat deck against a set batter; he needed to be clever.
Ball 1: Aarav bowled a 148 kmph bouncer, directed right at the badge. Head ducked safely. Dot.
Ball 2: Aarav pitched it up, wide outside off-stump. Head went for his favorite slash over point but missed the connection as the ball seamed away late. Dot.
Ball 3: Aarav walked back to his mark, formulating the trap. He knew Head loved the ball coming onto the bat. He knew Head was eager to keep his strike rate high. Aarav ran in with his usual explosive energy. But at the point of release, he rolled his fingers over the seam. 126 kmph. The off-cutter.
It pitched on a good length on middle and leg. Travis Head, expecting express pace, planted his front foot and threw his hands at it, looking to launch it over deep mid-wicket for a boundary. He was through the shot a full second too early. The ball dipped, grabbed the surface, and popped up off the leading edge.
It swirled high into the Patra City sky. Shubman Gill, stationed at cover, backpedaled carefully, kept his eyes glued to the pink leather, and took a safe, tumbling catch.
Ravi Shastri (Booming): "CAUGHT! THE CHANGE OF PACE DOES THE TRICK! Aarav Pathak strikes! He realized pace was traveling, so he takes it all off! Travis Head was so far ahead of the ball he could have read a newspaper before it arrived! The dangerous counter attack comes to an end!"
Matthew Hayden: "Brilliant bowling. That is the cricketing brain of the Vice-Captain. Head was playing beautifully, 57 off 50 balls, striking at over 110. But he falls to a very clever piece of bowling. A massive breakthrough for India."
Travis Head c Gill b Aarav 57 (50)Score: Australia 76/1
Over 21:
The fall of Head brought the quirky, fidgety Marnus Labuschagne to the crease. Marnus, known for his exaggerated leaves and constant self-talk, immediately went into a defensive shell alongside Khawaja.
But Mohammed Shami was in the middle of a phenomenal spell. Shami is a rhythm bowler, and when his wrist is locked and the seam is perfectly upright, he is one of the most dangerous bowlers in world cricket.
Ball 4: Shami ran in from the Pavilion End. The floodlights were just beginning to take over as the sun dipped lower, creating the tricky twilight phase where the pink ball behaves at its most erratic.
Shami bowled on a fullish length, just outside the off-stump. Marnus Labuschagne, watching the line, looked to push at the ball away from his body, intending to guide it through the covers.
It wasn't a reckless shot, but it was a fatal misjudgment of the pitch and the bowler. The ball hit the deck with that immaculate, upright seam. Instead of holding its line, it darted back in violently. To make matters worse for the batter, the ball kept significantly lower than expected, skidding off a slightly drier patch of the red soil.
Marnus's hands were far from his body. He tried to jam his bat down, but the gap between his bat and pad was a gaping canyon. The ball sliced through the gap with lethal precision. CRASH.
It bypassed the off-stump entirely and thudded into the base of the middle and leg stumps. The leg stump was violently dislodged, leaning drunkenly backward.
Marnus stood frozen, his bat still hanging in the air, looking absolutely shattered. He stared at his stumps in pure disbelief before dragging himself off the pitch.
Harsha Bhogle (Voice laced with awe): "CHOPS ON! THE LEG STUMP IS DISLODGED! What an absolute peach from Mohammed Shami! Marnus looks to push at the ball away from his body, but it darts back in, finds the gap, and leaves him shattered! It kept a bit lower than we thought, but those hands were just too far away from the body! Shami is a wizard with the upright seam!"
Ravi Shastri: "You cannot play Shami with hard hands away from your body! That is a cardinal sin in Test cricket! The seam presentation was a thing of beauty. It darted back like a cobra! Australia are 87 for 2, and the twilight demons are waking up!"
Marnus Labuschagne b Shami 5 (16)Score: Australia 87/2
The stadium was buzzing. Two wickets were down, and the pink ball was finally starting to misbehave under the lights.
Out walked the man India feared the most in these situations: Steve Smith. He joined Usman Khawaja, who had been quietly, stoically holding up the other end, watching the chaos unfold.
For the remaining overs of the day, India threw everything at them. Virat Kohli brought back Aarav for a fiery three-over burst. Aarav tested Smith with short balls and searing yorkers, but Smith, in his usual twitchy, shuffling manner, navigated the pace with frustrating calm. Ravichandran Ashwin, Axar Patel and Ravindra Jadeja were introduced to exploit any grip on the surface, but Khawaja's footwork against the spinners was impeccable.
The Australian duo built a fortress around their wickets. They didn't look for boundaries; they looked for survival. They blunted the Indian attack, absorbing the pressure of the 576-run deficit, and slowly, methodically, accumulated runs.
When the umpires finally checked the light meter and decided it was time to pull the stumps, the Australian dressing room breathed a collective sigh of relief.
STUMPS - DAY 2
Scorecard Summary:India 1st Innings: 576/3 Declared Australia 1st Innings: 144/2
Usman Khawaja: 42* (110 balls)
Steve Smith: 35* (60 balls)
Matthew Hayden: "That is a brilliant final session for Australia. To survive the pink ball under lights against this quality of bowling requires immense character. Steve Smith and Usman Khawaja have shown exactly that. They are still a massive 432 runs behind, but they go into Day 3 with eight wickets in hand."
Harsha Bhogle: "It sets up a fascinating Day 3. India knows they need early wickets tomorrow before the pitch completely flattens out in the afternoon sun. Aarav and Shami got the breakthroughs today, but they will know that breaking this Smith-Khawaja partnership is the key to unlocking this Test match."
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The afternoon sun beamed down on the Vijay Khel Maidan as Day 3 of the Day-Night Test commenced. The pink ball, now old, had lost its initial lacquer but the seam remained hard and proud.
Australia had shown immense grit the previous night, surviving the twilight demons. Steve Smith and Usman Khawaja had weathered the storm, but they were still staring at a mountainous deficit of 432 runs.
The Indian team huddled near the boundary. Virat Kohli, hands on hips, looked at his Vice-Captain. "You feel cramped, Aarav?" Kohli asked. Aarav Pathak rolled his shoulders, a distinct crack echoing from his neck. "I'm ready, Virat bhaiya. Let me take the first over."
Harsha Bhogle: "Welcome to Day 3. The equation is simple for India: wickets. For Australia: survival and accumulation. And to start the proceedings, it is the Vice-Captain, Aarav Pathak. Steve Smith is on strike."
Aarav stood at his mark. He didn't just look at the pitch; he looked at his hand. For the past three weeks, in the deepest privacy of the indoor nets, he had been developing a delivery that defied the traditional laws of fast bowling. It was highly risky, requiring a hyper-flexible wrist and insane finger strength.
He was going to try it today.
Ball 1: Aarav steamed in. He bowled a standard, hard-length delivery on the fourth stump line at 145 kmph. Smith, shuffling across the crease with his usual fidgety movements, shouldered arms, leaving it for the keeper. Dot.
Ball 2: Aarav went slightly fuller, angling it into the pads. Smith presented the full, dead face of his bat, clipping it softly to mid-wicket. No run available. Dot.
Matthew Hayden: "Solid defense from Smith. He's picking up right where he left off last night. Aarav is just getting his shoulders warm, hitting his lengths."
Ball 3: Aarav walked back to his mark. His body was warm now. The engine was fully revved. He gripped the ball differently. He held it deep in his palm, but his index and middle fingers were locked over the seam with immense, bruising pressure.
He ran in. The run-up was explosive. The arm speed was a blur, easily simulating a 150+ kmph thunderbolt. He leaped into his delivery stride and released the ball.
But the release was wrong. It was high. Terribly high. The ball left his hand aiming upwards. To everyone in the stadium, it looked like Aarav had slipped. It looked like a massive, waist-high full toss. A dangerous, illegal beamer.
Steve Smith saw the trajectory early. His eyes widened. He immediately relaxed his defensive posture, straightening up, preparing to duck or simply sway out of the way of what was surely going to be called a no-ball. He literally lowered his bat, preparing to let the 'beamer' pass harmlessly into the keeper's gloves.
But then, the physics of the ball changed. Aarav had imparted an ungodly amount of top-spin (Magnus effect) onto the heavy pink ball at the point of release.
As the ball reached its apex near Smith's chest height, the revolutions took over. It didn't just dip. It plummeted. Like an invisible hand had violently pushed it out of the sky, the ball dropped vertically at a terrifying speed.
Smith, who had completely abandoned his shot, watched in sheer, paralyzed horror as the ball that was supposed to hit his chest suddenly nose-dived. It sneaked right under his raised bat, skidded off the turf, and smashed devastatingly into the base of the middle and off stumps.
CRASH.
The bails flew. The stumps rattled.
For two entire seconds, the Vijay Khel Maidan was completely, utterly silent. Steve Smith stood frozen, staring at his shattered stumps, his bat still hanging uselessly by his waist. He looked like a man whose brain had just short-circuited.
In the slip cordon, Virat Kohli's jaw literally dropped open. Shubman Gill put his hands on his head. In the Australian dugout, Andrew McDonald stood up, his coffee spilling onto his lap, entirely oblivious to the burn.
And then, the stadium erupted.
Ravi Shastri (Losing his absolute mind): "WHAT WAS THAT?! I DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT I HAVE JUST SEEN! HE HAS BOWLED HIM WITH MAGIC! It looked like a beamer! It looked like a waist-high no-ball! Steve Smith leaves it, and the ball falls out of the sky like a stone! Aarav Pathak has produced the delivery of the century!"
Matthew Hayden (Stunned): "Ravi, I have played this game my whole life, and I have never seen a ball do that. That is top-spin on steroids! It hovered, and then it dived. It dived like a bird of prey! Steve Smith was completely and utterly bamboozled!"
Harsha Bhogle: "It moved like a Falcon! The Falcon has hunted down the modern-day Don Bradman! The entire stadium was silent, and now it is pandemonium! Aarav Pathak, take a bow!"
On the pitch, Aarav didn't run around wildly. He stood in his follow-through, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. He tapped his index finger against his temple. The 'Falcon' had worked perfectly.
Steve Smith finally dragged himself off the pitch, shaking his head the entire way, repeatedly looking back at the pitch as if looking for a trap door.
Out walked Peter Handscomb. The middle-order batter looked pale. He had watched the dismissal from the dugout, and he knew that whatever Aarav had just bowled was not humanly playable.
Ball 4: Aarav to Handscomb. The crowd was roaring, the drums were beating. Aarav returned to normal pace. 151.4 kmph. A searing yorker on the off-stump. Handscomb frantically jammed his bat down, squeezing it out to point. He was trembling. Dot.
Ball 5: Aarav bowled a heavy bouncer. Handscomb ducked awkwardly, taking his eyes off the ball entirely. Dot.
Ball 6: A perfect outswinger. It pitched on length and zipped past the outside edge. Handscomb played for the line and was beaten by a foot. Dot.
End of Over.Score: Aus 144/3.
Ravi Shastri: "A wicket maiden! And what a wicket! Aarav Pathak has started Day 3 with an absolute earthquake! The 'Falcon' delivery has broken the back of the Australian resistance! Peter Handscomb looks terrified out there. The Patra City crowd is witnessing history!"
As the umpire called over, Virat Kohli ran up and tackled Aarav from behind, laughing hysterically. "What the hell was that, Aarav?!" Kohli screamed. "You didn't show me that in the nets!"
"I didn't want to break your toes, Skip," Aarav winked, taking his cap from the umpire.
The spell was cast. The Falcon had landed. And the Australian batting order was now officially walking on thin ice.
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The psychological damage inflicted by Aarav Pathak's 'Falcon' delivery to Steve Smith on the morning of Day 3 proved fatal for the Australian camp. It wasn't just a wicket; it was a total demolition of their belief.
If the Vice-Captain could make a 46-over-old pink ball drop out of the sky like a stone, what hope did the rest of the lineup have?
The answer: None.
Over the next four sessions, the Vijay Khel Maidan turned into a carnival for the Indian bowlers. Ravichandran Ashwin, Axar Patel and Ravindra Jadeja spun a web of absolute terror on a pitch that had begun to crumble and dust. Aarav Pathak and Mohammed Shami provided the hostile pace bursts, cleaning up the tail with brutal efficiency.
Australia, reeling under the colossal scoreboard pressure of India's 576/3 declared, were bowled out for 210 in their first innings. Forced to follow on under the blazing afternoon sun of Day 4, the exhaustion finally broke them. They folded for a mere 254 in their second innings.
Ball 48.3 (Second Innings): Ravichandran Ashwin tossed one up. Mitchell Starc went for a wild slog sweep, missed, and the ball crashed into the middle stump.
Ravi Shastri (Voice booming with triumph): "BOWLED HIM! AND THAT IS IT! IT IS ALL OVER IN PATRA CITY! India wins by an innings and 112 runs! The Border-Gavaskar Trophy stays in India! A 3-1 series victory to cement their dominance as the absolute Kings of Test cricket!"
The post-match presentation was a grand spectacle. The floodlights of the Vijay Khel Maidan beamed down on the presentation area, surrounded by a sea of blue confetti and dancing fans.
Ravi Shastri: "I have with me the Player of the Match. For a breathtaking 207 not out with the bat, and for taking 6 crucial wickets across two innings with the ball including a delivery to Steve Smith that defied the laws of physics. Aarav Pathak!"
The roar from the 60,000 Patra City locals was deafening. Aarav walked up, looking relaxed in his whites, accepting the trophy and the cheque.
Ravi Shastri: "Aarav, your city, your stadium, and a performance for the ages. You whitewashed them in Australia two years ago, and now 3-1 here. Is this the peak?"
Aarav (Smiling): "It feels incredibly special, Ravi bhai. Winning at home, in front of this crowd... there is no better feeling. The boys showed immense character after losing in Kolkata. Virat bhai's innings set the tone, and the bowlers were just relentless. Retaining the BGT was our primary goal for this cycle."
Ravi Shastri: "And that delivery to Smith? The 'Falcon' as the commentators are calling it?"
Aarav (Grinning): "Just a bit of top-spin and a lot of luck, Ravi bhai. Glad it worked out."
Finally, Virat Kohli was called to lift the Border-Gavaskar Trophy. Kohli took the heavy, golden cup, his face alight with fierce pride. He walked over to his team, who were waiting in a huddle. He didn't lift it himself; he handed it directly to Aarav and Shubman Gill.
"CHAMPIONS!" Kohli roared.
The champagne popped. The fireworks shot into the Gujarat night sky, painting the clouds in explosive colors. Aarav stood near the edge of the podium, arm-in-arm with Kohli and Gill, soaking in the ultimate glory of Test cricket.
An hour later, the stadium was mostly empty, save for the cleaning staff sweeping up the confetti.
Inside the Indian dressing room, the atmosphere was one of deep, satisfied exhaustion. The bags were being packed. The grueling international home season of Test cricket was officially over.
Aarav Pathak sat at his locker. He unbuttoned his crisp white Test jersey, the BCCI logo stained with red dirt and sweat. He carefully folded it and placed it at the bottom of his kit bag. The pristine whites were going into hibernation.
His phone buzzed on the wooden bench.
He picked it up. A message in a newly activated WhatsApp group named 'GT Core 2023'.
Message from Ashish Nehra (Head Coach):"Hope the Test match celebrations are over, Sethji. The IPL starts next soon. Draft strategies are ready. We have a title to defend."
Message from Abhishek Sharma:"Rest up, Captain. The Gujarat Titans need their boss back. We have unfinished business."
Aarav smiled, a sharp, dangerous glint returning to his eyes. The fatigue of the four-day grind instantly washed away, replaced by the electric thrill of franchise warfare.
The international battles had concluded, the red ball was packed away, but there was no time to rest. The summer of glitz, glamour, and unadulterated T20 chaos was looming on the horizon. The rivalries, the packed stadiums of the Indian Premier League were calling.
Aarav Pathak walked out of the dressing room, the echoes of Patra City fading behind him.
The Prince of India had done his duty. Now, it was time for the Seth to reclaim his franchise throne.
The IPL was coming.
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