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{3rd Pov}
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Shawn Village was just like any other typical settlement one could find scattered across the vast continent of Genkai.
It consisted of only a few hundred simple wooden houses, neatly arranged within a roughly circular area surrounded by a sturdy wooden fence that marked the village's boundaries.
Beyond those fences stretched farmlands where wheat, vegetables, and various herbs were cultivated by the villagers.
Within the village itself were several basic yet essential facilities — chicken coops filled with clucking hens, cow sheds echoing with the occasional lowing of cattle, pigpens with their usual muddy inhabitants, and granaries where the harvest was stored.
The residents were mostly ordinary folk.
There were bakers kneading dough in the early mornings, carpenters repairing fences and wagons, blacksmiths hammering away at iron tools, and farmers who spent most of their days in the fields.
A few trained soldiers also lived among them, ensuring that the village remained safe from the occasional monster attack or bandit intrusion.
The majority of the population consisted of Humans, though there were a few demi-human families — some belonging to the catfolk race and a few others being cheinthropes, known for their sharp senses and strong physiques.
Such a racial mix was not unusual among demi-humans, but what truly stood out was the complete absence of Elves.
Not a single Elf resided in Shawn Village, which was understandable considering Elves typically preferred living deep within their forest domains rather than among human settlements.
Overall, the place looked like an ordinary medieval village, neither poor nor exceptionally prosperous.
Yet, if one overlooked the simplicity of its appearance, there was something faintly unusual about it — the subtle traces of modernity.
Many households possessed basic magical conveniences, such as lamps powered by low-grade magic stones, and even small cooling boxes that served the purpose of preserving food, functioning similarly to what could be called a "magic refrigerator."
These small magical appliances, though simple, elevated the villagers' daily lives considerably, blending practicality with the world's mystic nature.
However, what truly made Shawn Village distinct from countless other villages across Genkai was not its layout, its farms, or even its modest use of magic technology.
Rather, it was the presence of a Divine within its boundaries.
In this world, it was not completely unheard of for a Divine — one of those celestial beings who descended to the mortal plane — to take residence in a village.
Still, it remained extremely rare.
Most villages, at best, relied on placing drops or remains of slain powerful monsters near their borders, using the creature's lingering aura to keep weaker beasts at bay.
Even that practice was considered a luxury for smaller settlements.
The majority of villages, including Shawn, primarily depended on their own guards — usually trained villagers armed with basic weapons — to fend off any stray monsters.
Despite this, many such settlements managed to survive peacefully for generations.
Their continued existence itself was proof that they were situated in relatively safe regions of Genkai, far from the more dangerous zones where monsters freely roamed.
But no matter how peaceful a location seemed, danger in this world could never be completely erased.
A single unlucky incident — a wandering beast, a migrating monster pack, or even a sudden mana surge in the nearby forest — could wipe out a village overnight.
In Genkai, fate was unpredictable.
A person might live their entire life without ever witnessing a single monster, or a young villager might become the victim of a massacre on an otherwise ordinary day.
That was the reality of this world.
And so, the existence of a Divine in a village like Shawn elevated its standing immensely.
A Divine could grant Falna — the blessing that allowed mortals to grow stronger by converting experience and effort into tangible power.
With such blessings, even common villagers could develop the strength and skills necessary to defend themselves, their homes, and their loved ones.
The Divine's presence was both a symbol of protection and hope, ensuring that Shawn Village would not easily fall victim to the cruel unpredictability that ruled much of Tenkai.
However, the Gods who descended upon the mortal realm of Genkai did not do so out of pure benevolence or selfless desire to aid mortals.
Their true purpose was far more self-centered — they came seeking entertainment, amusement, and a way to escape the eternal boredom of the divine realm.
Even the kindest among them were not foolish enough to waste their divine presence on places where little could amuse them.
No God, regardless of temperament or alignment, would willingly stay in a small, quiet village merely to help a handful of ordinary people live safer lives.
Even among the more compassionate deities, those who chose to settle outside the major cities usually did so out of strategy rather than kindness.
They often picked small towns or modest cities, where the competition among other familias was relatively low or absent.
By doing so, they could slowly nurture their followers and develop their familia's strength in peace, gradually preparing for the time when they could move to larger, more prosperous cities — or perhaps even reach the heart of the world itself, the great city known as Orario.
In contrast, a rural village such as Shawn Village offered none of these advantages.
It was isolated, quiet, and had little potential for growth.
No God would willingly waste centuries cultivating followers there, especially since the chances of finding exceptional talent in a remote farming settlement were next to none.
Unless a deity somehow stumbled upon a dozen natural-born geniuses — an absurdly unrealistic dream — it was virtually impossible to develop a truly powerful familia in such a place.
That was precisely what made Shawn Village so unusual compared to others.
The very fact that a God had chosen to reside in such a remote and unremarkable village made it stand out as an anomaly.
Yet, even then, it was not something that drew widespread attention.
Hardly anyone beyond the nearby regions even knew the village existed, much less considered it important.
Among the few who had heard of Shawn Village was Riveria, who had once learned about it from a wandering adventurer she encountered during her travels.
The adventurer had stayed briefly in that village before continuing their journey and had mentioned it in passing.
At that time, Riveria had been traveling under a disguise, concealing her true identity as an elf of high status, and her curiosity about the outside world had led her to question the traveler further.
The adventurer, being friendly and open, told her all they knew.
Yet even to them, the village held no particular importance — it was just another small, quiet settlement.
The only peculiar thing worth mentioning, according to the adventurer, was that a God happened to live there.
That alone made it an oddity in their eyes, though not one worth paying much attention to.
Riveria, after listening to their story, felt mildly disappointed.
She had hoped the tale would lead to something more fascinating — perhaps a hidden mystery or some untold history — but in the end, it was merely a small, uneventful village with one divine resident.
Still, despite its lack of excitement, the information stuck with her.
It was strange enough that she remembered it clearly, and when the time came for Ember's escape plan to be discussed, she brought it up as a possible option for his next destination.
At that time, Riveria's suggestion was almost casual.
She mentioned the place simply because of its location and the presence of a divine being, not because she believed it to be the perfect choice.
Yet, for Ember, the idea immediately appealed.
A place where he could receive a Falna while staying far from the public eye, away from all attention and danger?
There could be no better refuge than that.
And so, after locating the village on a map and confirming its general direction, Ember set out toward Shawn Village with quiet determination.
His journey was long but uneventful, filled only with the sounds of nature and the occasional rustling of leaves carried by the wind.
When he finally reached the village's outskirts, the sight that greeted him was humble yet peaceful — a small wooden gate flanked by two guards who stood watch with simple spears in hand.
As Ember approached, the guards straightened their posture, their expressions turning cautious.
It was clear that even in a remote village like this, strangers were treated with due vigilance.
"Please stop there!" one of the guards called out sharply as Ember approached the wooden gate of the village.
Ember immediately complied, pulling the reins of his horse and dismounting gracefully.
Dust lifted slightly from the ground as his boots touched the earth.
He raised his hands slightly in a polite gesture and spoke in a calm tone, "I am a traveler. I wish to stay in this village for a while."
As he spoke, he pulled back the hood of his cloak, revealing his face.
The moment his features came into view, particularly his pointed ears, both guards froze in disbelief.
"An… Elf!" one of them exclaimed loudly, his eyes going wide as if he had just seen a mythical creature step out of a storybook.
The guard had clearly never encountered one in his entire life, and his astonishment was almost childlike.
The other guard, however, maintained a far calmer expression, though even he couldn't completely hide his surprise.
After a brief moment of silence, he sighed and composed himself.
"Fine, Sir. You may enter," he said, trying to sound professional despite his curiosity.
"But before that, I'll need you to write down your name and pay the entrance fee."
Ember nodded lightly, giving a small, polite smile.
As he reached for his coin pouch, his gaze shifted momentarily toward the first guard, who was still staring at him with his mouth slightly open.
Ember's eyebrow twitched slightly in discomfort.
The man looked completely mesmerized, frozen as if his brain had stopped functioning.
The second guard, noticing his partner's embarrassing behavior, let out an exasperated sigh and gave him a light slap on the back of the head.
"Jason! What in the world are you doing? Stop staring at the guest like an idiot!" he scolded loudly, earning a startled jump from the first guard.
"Don't you know it's rude to gawk at someone like that? Especially an Elf! Their kind can be sensitive about such things. Keep that up and he might punch you in the gut before you even realize it!"
Jason blinked rapidly, his face turning red with embarrassment.
"Marthon, can you really blame me?" he protested in disbelief.
"Look at him! That black hair, those deep blue eyes — I've never seen anyone that handsome in my life! Even our Goddess' beauty might pale a little next to his face!"
Marthon groaned and rubbed his forehead as though dealing with a troublesome child.
"Jason, you really need to learn when to shut up," he muttered under his breath, clearly regretting being stationed with such a loud partner.
Meanwhile, Ember's eyelids twitched once again.
He let out a quiet cough, deliberately loud enough to interrupt their little argument.
Both guards immediately straightened up like scolded students, pretending to be professional again.
Ember simply sighed inwardly and followed them through the entrance.
Inside the gate, a small wooden table had been placed beside the guardhouse.
Marthon sat down behind it, pulling a thick record book toward him.
A quill rested in an ink bottle beside the open page.
"Alright, Sir," he said, dipping the quill into the ink and glancing up at Ember.
"May I have your name, please?"
"Ber," Ember replied smoothly, without a moment's hesitation. His tone was neutral, his answer short and simple.
"Ber, huh? Understood," Marthon repeated, writing it neatly into the record book.
"Race: Elf," he murmured while noting that down as well.
"Age— hmm, actually, we can skip that part," he added, waving his hand dismissively.
He knew well enough that asking an Elf's age was neither polite nor particularly wise.
Once he finished writing, he looked up again and continued the formal questioning.
"So, Sir Ber, your purpose for entering the village is… to stay here for a while, correct?"
Ember nodded once.
"Yes. I've been traveling for quite some time, and I would like to rest here for a short period."
Marthon scribbled another note before asking, "And how long do you plan to stay?"
Ember paused for a second, thinking.
"I'm not sure myself," he admitted honestly.
"But it shouldn't be for very long. Perhaps a week or two, maybe a little more depending on how things go."
Marthon gave a brief nod of understanding, his tone turning more casual now that the formalities were nearly done.
"Fair enough," he said, "that shouldn't be a problem. Just follow the village rules, and you'll be fine."
While the other guard still appeared slightly stunned by the entire interaction, Marthon finally finished writing down all the necessary details in the registry book.
Closing it with a soft thump, he looked back up at Ember and said in a professional yet casual tone, "Alright, that should do it. The entry fee will be twenty Valis. We do accept other currencies as well if you don't have Valis on hand."
Ember nodded without hesitation and reached into his pouch.
Pulling out a few coins, he carefully counted four Alfians — the standard currency from Alf's Forest — and handed them over to the guard.
The coins shimmered faintly under the sunlight, carrying a subtle silver luster that made them stand out compared to the dull gold of Valis.
Jason, who had been standing silently all this time, leaned forward slightly, his eyes practically sparkling as he gazed at the currency.
"Whoa… that's Alfian money," he muttered, sounding both amazed and curious.
It was clear he had never seen such coins before, and he looked utterly mesmerized by their delicate craftsmanship and the faint magical patterns engraved along their edges.
Marthon, however, didn't seem particularly fazed by it.
He accepted the coins calmly and stored them in a small pouch beside the table.
"Everything seems in order, Sir," he said, nodding respectfully toward Ember.
"If you follow the main road straight toward the center of the village, you'll find an inn there. The owner is a decent fellow — fair prices and clean rooms. You can rest there for the time being."
Ember gave him a brief nod and, to both guards' surprise, offered a polite
"Thank you" before turning around and heading back to his horse.
Mounting it with smooth grace, he tugged at the reins and rode off slowly toward the heart of the village.
His long cloak fluttered lightly behind him as the faint sound of hooves echoed away into the distance.
Once he had disappeared from sight, Jason turned to look at Marthon with a questioning expression that was impossible to miss.
"Uh… I'm guessing you want some answers," Marthon said dryly, raising an eyebrow at his partner, who nodded eagerly like a child waiting for a story.
"Very well," Marthon said with a resigned sigh, leaning back in his chair.
"I suppose I can tell you a thing or two. Let me give you a little history lesson. About seven years ago, this village received a visitor — a female Elf. Naturally, being an Elf, she was extraordinarily beautiful, almost ethereal, really. I'm not exaggerating when I say she fell short only to Kami-sama herself in terms of beauty."
Jason blinked and thought for a moment, rubbing his chin.
"Eh… now that you mention it, I think I do remember something like that," he said slowly.
"I was still pretty young back then, but yeah… I think I saw her once or twice. She really was stunning. Even from afar, she looked unreal — like someone who didn't belong in this world."
Marthon gave a knowing nod, a hint of exhaustion flashing across his face.
"Yes, that's the one," he continued with a sigh.
"We made a few… mistakes that day — or rather, I made them. You see, Elves are a bit of a peculiar bunch. They're proud people — arrogance is practically in their blood. Most of them look down on other races, especially humans, so it's better to be extra polite when dealing with them. That's the first rule. Always speak respectfully, or you'll end up offending them without even realizing it."
He paused, his face growing paler as the memories resurfaced.
"Secondly," he said, lowering his voice slightly, "whatever you do, don't ever ask an Elf about their age. Believe me, Jason, you do not want to make that mistake. I did once, and I'll never forget it. That woman looked like she was in her twenties, but when she told me her actual age, I almost fainted on the spot. Turned out she was older than my grandfather!"
Jason's eyes widened, both in disbelief and in amusement.
"Wait, seriously? That old?" he asked incredulously.
Marthon gave a grim nod, his tone serious.
"Oh, absolutely. And my reaction didn't help. The moment I made a face — just one tiny expression of shock — she glared at me like I had insulted her ancestors. I swear, the air around her turned colder than ice. I barely escaped that situation without being turned into a frog or something. So yeah, keep that in mind."
Jason gulped, his earlier excitement fading into nervous curiosity.
"Lastly," Marthon continued, lifting a finger for emphasis, "Elves perceive time very differently from us. Believe me when I say this — when an Elf says they're going to stay for two months, take it as if they mean two days. Their sense of time is completely messed up compared to ours. They live for hundreds of years, so what's a few months to them? Nothing but a blink."
He leaned back, letting out a long sigh, clearly still haunted by his past experience.
"Anyway," he finished with a weary tone, "I suppose we're lucky this time. It's a male Elf, not a female one. The men are usually a bit easier to deal with. The women, though…" He shuddered visibly.
"They're a whole different level of trouble. Mark my words, Jason — steer clear of offending one, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Jason nodded rapidly, taking every word to heart as if they were holy commandments.
"Got it, noted, and memorized," he said with complete seriousness.
Marthon gave him a satisfied nod before relaxing back in his chair.
"Good. Now let's just hope this one doesn't cause any trouble," he muttered under his breath, though a small uneasy feeling lingered in his chest — a sense that this quiet Elf's arrival might bring more change than either of them could imagine.
...
{Ember Pov}
I decided to ignore the nonsense those two guards had been spouting earlier.
It wasn't like I could help overhearing them — my hearing was excellent even by Elf standards.
The moment I stepped into the village proper, I couldn't help but glance around and take in my surroundings.
It was a small but lively settlement, filled with the typical sounds of daily human life — merchants shouting prices, children laughing and running through the dirt roads, the smell of freshly baked bread mixed with the earthy scent of the farmland nearby.
As I walked down the main street, people began to notice me.
Their gazes followed me as I passed, and I could clearly feel the shift in the atmosphere.
The moment their eyes landed on my face, murmurs began to spread among them.
A few women blushed lightly, averting their eyes in embarrassment, while some of the younger girls stared at me with barely concealed excitement, their eyes practically sparkling like stars.
It wasn't the first time something like this happened — being an Elf, and especially one from the Royal line, came with its own unintended side effects. I was already used to this kind of attention.
Still, I didn't want to waste time wandering around aimlessly, so I decided to ask someone for directions to the inn.
Even though the village wasn't particularly large and I could probably find it on my own, saving time was always preferable.
I approached a young woman who looked like a villager, busy carrying a basket of vegetables.
"Um, excuse me," I said politely.
She immediately turned toward me, and the moment her eyes met mine, her face turned bright red.
"Y-Yes, Esteemed Sir!" she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.
Then, with an overly formal tone, she continued, "How may someone as lowly as me help you?"
[Maria's illustration]
I froze for a second, blinking at her words.
'Did I just hear that right?' I thought, genuinely taken aback by the absurd level of formality in her response.
Before I could say anything, a playful, melodic voice spoke up from behind her.
"~Ara~ Ara, Maria," the newcomer said in a teasing tone.
"It seems you learned the trick I taught you rather well."
"Eh? Kami-sama!" the girl squeaked, instantly bowing her head in a panic.
The moment that word — Kami-sama — reached my ears, I instinctively turned my gaze toward the person who had spoken.
The instant my eyes met hers, an overwhelming sensation washed over me, like standing in front of an existence far greater and higher than myself.
There was no mistaking it — this presence was divine.
A God's will.
I looked at her carefully.
The woman standing before me had soft brown hair that shimmered faintly in the sunlight and deep black eyes that seemed to carry both wisdom and kindness.
[Aurora's Illustration]
Her beauty was undeniable — even among female Elves, she would easily be considered exceptional.
Her features were perfectly balanced, and her smile carried an aura of warmth that felt both reassuring and commanding.
Still, I didn't find myself flustered or bewitched by her appearance.
Perhaps it was because my standards had long been ruined by my mother and sister — both unmatched in beauty — that I could admire her without losing composure.
"An Elf?" she said, tilting her head slightly, her gentle smile widening.
"It has been quite some time since I last met one of your kind."
I immediately bowed slightly out of respect and introduced myself in a calm tone.
"My name is Ber," I said.
Her eyes blinked once, a faint gleam of amusement passing through them.
I could tell instantly that she had seen through my lie.
It wasn't surprising — a Goddess could probably see through far deeper deceptions than a simple false name.
Still, she didn't seem to care much about it.
Her expression remained warm, as if she found the situation more amusing than suspicious.
"Nice to meet you, Ber," she said kindly.
"I am Aurora, Goddess of Dawn, and the Divine who presides over this humble village."
Aurora — the Goddess of Dawn.
In Greek mythology, she was considered a minor goddess, but I was familiar with her name because of the story of Aurora and Tithonus.
Knowing who she was gave me a bit of insight into her possible nature. Of course, it was foolish to assume that mythological personality traits carried over into reality here.
Gods in this world were often completely different from their mythological depictions.
Still, at least I had a general idea of her background and rank among the Divine.
She giggled softly, the sound light and pleasant, while I stood there trying to read her expression.
At that moment, another figure approached — an older woman, likely in her forties, with a stern but caring look on her face.
Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed Maria, the younger girl, by the ear, twisting it sharply.
"Ouch! Mother! I'm sorry! Please, I'm really sorry!" Maria yelped, squirming in embarrassment as her mother scolded her.
"Maria!" her mother said, her voice carrying that particular tone only mothers seemed capable of.
"It's been half an hour since I sent you out to buy pork! And here you are, standing around chatting with a stranger!" Her face was clearly filled with dissatisfaction, though there was a hint of concern mixed in there as well.
Maria looked mortified, clutching her basket and trying to explain herself while the goddess giggled quietly behind them, clearly entertained by the entire scene.
I just stood there awkwardly, feeling slightly out of place.
It seemed like this village wasn't as dull as it appeared from the outside.
"C'mon, Martha, look at Sir Ber — so young, handsome, and dashing. I'm quite certain he could steal away the attention of any maiden in this village and make her forget whatever task she was sent for," Aurora said in her usual gentle, teasing tone.
Excuse me! I have just met like a minute ago!
Martha sighed heavily but eventually released her poor daughter's ear.
Maria immediately rubbed it with both hands, wincing in pain.
The entire scene looked rather comedic from where I stood, almost making me laugh out loud.
I managed to hold it in, but the corners of my lips did twitch slightly.
"Goddess! With all due respect, I truly admire and honor you," Martha said in an exasperated voice, "but please, I beg you, stop filling my daughter's head with strange 'otaku' nonsense! You have no idea how many complaints we receive every day because of her spouting out ridiculous lines that make no sense to anyone!"
Aurora turned her head away with a wry, almost guilty smile, clearly not planning to deny the accusation.
I could tell immediately that she had, in fact, been the cause of Maria's eccentric behavior.
"Um, lad… you're an Elf, aren't you?" Martha asked, her eyes widening in surprise as she finally took a proper look at me.
It seemed she hadn't paid much attention earlier.
I simply nodded in confirmation, choosing to remain quiet.
For now, I preferred to keep a low profile and be somewhat elusive.
I wanted to observe this so-called Goddess of Dawn a bit longer before deciding what kind of person — or rather, what kind of Divine — she truly was.
She might appear cheerful, kind, and approachable on the surface, but experience or rather my father's experience had taught me to never take a God's behavior at face value.
My father's words echoed in my mind: "Except for a few naive ones, most Gods are cunning schemers. Never forget, Ember, they view the entire world as a game board, and mortals — even Elves — are their pieces."
"Cough Anyway, Sir Ber," Goddess Aurora began, breaking the silence.
"It seems you require some assistance. May I ask what it is that you need?"
I composed myself and replied politely, "May I ask where the inn might be located?"
The moment those words left my mouth, Maria's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Then, without any warning, she suddenly got down on one knee in front of me, pulling a rose — yes, an actual rose — from somewhere inside her clothes.
Placing it dramatically between her lips, she struck a theatrical pose that nearly made me choke in disbelief.
"As the Fates would decree," she declared with a loud, passionate voice, "our meeting is a divine prophecy foretelling our heavenly union in the future — under the sacred blessing of the Goddess of Dawn herself! Sir, I am the daughter of the inn's owner! Now, please allow me to take you to my heavenly abode!"
Her eyes gleamed with over-the-top determination, as if she were a heroine from a bad stage play.
Goddess Aurora, far from stopping her, began clapping enthusiastically with a wide, joyful smile.
Meanwhile, Martha looked utterly mortified, facepalming with the expression of someone who had seen this sort of disaster far too many times before.
For a solid few seconds, I stood frozen, doubting whether what I had just witnessed was even real.
For a brief, terrifying moment, I wondered if I had somehow traveled into another world again — a world even stranger than the one I was already in.
But as I turned my eyes toward Aurora, who was muttering with pride, "You made me proud, Maria," I immediately understood the cause of this madness.
Suppressing a sigh, I looked at them both with a deadpan expression and decided to move on, ignoring the overly dramatic chuunibyou girl entirely.
I walked over to Martha instead, pretending as if none of that nonsense had happened.
"Lady Martha," I said politely, "I am a traveler, and I would like to stay at your inn for a while."
She exhaled deeply, visibly relieved that at least one of us was sane.
"Good," she said with a small, genuine smile.
"We have a variety of dishes and comfortable rooms available. Let me explain the prices and the food we offer as we walk, Sir Ber."
And just like that, we began walking together toward the inn, leaving behind the two odd individuals — the overly proud Goddess and her dramatic follower.
As we walked away, I could still hear Aurora's cheerful voice echoing behind us.
"Oh, poor Maria," the Goddess said in a playful tone.
"It seems you've been ignored by the cold, aloof male lead."
I could practically feel Martha's patience snap.
"Maria! Don't forget to buy the pork ribs!" she shouted one last time before we finally got far enough away that their voices faded.
I couldn't help but let out a tired sigh.
'I should have expected this,' I thought in my mind.
'After all, I've seen it in the anime and read enough novel to know how strange Gods tend to be — like a bunch of immortal otakus with divine powers and too much free time.'
When we finally reached the inn, I took a moment to look at the building properly.
It was surprisingly large for a village structure — three stories tall, made of sturdy timber, and noticeably bigger than most of the houses around.
The windows were neatly framed, and the faint scent of cooked food drifted out from inside.
Martha looked quite proud as she gestured toward it.
"This is our inn. My husband and I run the place together. We have eight rooms available, and we always serve warm meals for travelers, merchants, and adventurers alike. It's been almost two weeks since we last had a customer, so having someone like you here is a blessing, Sir Ber! You'll find our inn very comfortable — that, I can assure you."
I nodded appreciatively.
"I'm looking forward to it," I said.
As we entered the building, the cozy warmth of the interior greeted me, along with the faint aroma of freshly baked bread and stew.
After all the traveling I had done, it finally felt like a good time to take a proper rest — and perhaps enjoy some real food instead of the dry jerky I had been eating for days.
It seemed, for now at least, my journey would quiet down for a bit.
To be continued...
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