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Man of Light [Intro]

“I'm here for a good time, not for a long time.”

unfxrtunatesoul:

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“I can assure you, Marshall, as fond of you as I am, nothing would have gotten in the way of me and my father’s reunion. It was not my plan.” She sighed, lowering her hand. She had nothing to hide from Marshall, knowing she had him eating out of the palm of her hand. As he asked about Spear, she tilted her head, chuckling softly.

“Spear like to pretend they are above heaven and hell. Rest assured that when my father returns, there will be no room for thinking like that. I’ll be safe from Spear, but Spear won’t be safe from me.” If she could take each and every one of them down herself, she would. “Your sacrifice is important, Marshall. You know that. And you’ll get the chance again soon enough.”

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Marshall smiled at what should---perhaps--- have sounded hostile or even cold... Yet, he knew he wouldn’t be any better if he’d been in Mara’s shoes. Except, unlike his own father, Mara’s had the power to shake the world in a way all supernatural could only dream about. Marshall didn’t exactly hate humans, but he knew the threat they were... Perhaps, if supernaturals were the ones atop the food chain, things would actually become better...

Or maybe he was naive---believing in his own Princess over the reality of supernatural threats...

Even as Mara callously stated her intentions for Spear and it’s people, Marshall couldn’t help but only feel reassured. So long as she was alright, that was all that mattered... wasn’t it? “I’ll eagerly await your call,” Marshall promised, half a jest.

“... Are you keeping low or can you go out and about on the town?” he questioned after a pause, a tempting smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

#{virtuous sin: Mara Morningstar}

HomeBase [Marshall||Arynn]

@awkwardlyarynn

If there was one meeting the Light Faye had been putting off since his rescue from the demons, it was the one with the young Blackwood. Not only did Marshall feel slightly responsible for bringing Arynn into the world of the supernatural, but his deal with Mara was unlikely to cover him... As much as Marshall cared for the young human, he might cause the young man future despair... It was a thought that had been leaving a bad taste in the Light Faye’s mouth the nights after Spear broke up the demons’ plans.

Parking his car, it was odd not to find Arynn trying to pick apart conspiracy theories on his porch. Then again, after knowing what went bump in the dark, it’d make sense a human would take their investigation to the safety and privacy of their safe haven. “Arynn?” Marshall called in order to avoid startling the younger male before knocking on the door.

#homebase sl #{you're gonna go far kid: Arynn Blackwood}

dutifulaurelio:

Marshall’s sudden statement of approval of him caught him off guard enough to have him blink a few times. “Uh, thanks? I like you too?” He chuckled awkwardly. “It definitely doesn’t seem like that bad of a place.” He nodded in agreement for a moment. Once the man had explained his reasoning for questioning him, Leo couldn’t help but let out a slightly embarrassed laugh.

“Oh - me? I’m not anything special, but thanks anyway. You’re not that bad yourself.” He added and chuckled once more, more to himself than anything. “Secrets? Nah, I’ve just… never checked is all. I’m not really a gym buff or anything like that - I just stay in shape for –” Protection, he thought. “–looking good?” He finished differently, however.

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Marshall wasn’t dense enough to not notice Leo seemed slightly awkward. However, he was self-centered enough to believe that maybe it was that the other didn’t get enough compliments or something of the sort. Maybe it was a side-effect from being a Light Faye noble with a couple of centuries under his belt. In his youth, Marshall got too many compliments for half-assing his life away... Then again, ask him and he might say everyone should experience that.

“You’re kind, too! Nice,” the Light Faye teased with a sincere smile and approving nod of his head. “... Relatable actually,” the off-duty deputy noted when Leo mention he stayed in shape just to look good. Same went for Marshall since he was otherwise a lazy little fuck. “I would invite you to a workout hangout, but I rather run through my sets and get back home where I can be lazy,” he admitted with a chuckle and shrug of his shoulders.

#{small town lifestyle: Aurelio Verratti}

xwolfism:

During the storm, even if it had felt impossible to achieve, Kaleb’s plan had seemed so clear to him. Killing Razor, becoming an Alpha; it was the only way they’d be able to earn their freedom. The only way they would be able to maintain it. Once Razor was gone, once their ties to the Blood Moon Pack were severed, things were supposed to fall into place. Things were supposed to make sense. As an Alpha, as someone who’d been trained to be one since childhood, Kaleb was supposed to know what to do.

But whatever training his father had provided (or whatever he could have learned from his time under Razor’s command), none of it genuinely prepared Kaleb for the responsibility of leading a pack.

They wanted answers, they wanted reassurance, but Kaleb couldn’t provide them with either. For the time being, all he could do for the wolves who decided to stay with him was make sure they had a place to sleep and food to eat. He was on his way back with more supplies when he caught sight of Marshall, glad to see the light faye had not only survived the demons, but also the arrival of the Spear agents.

Kaleb approached the other, brow furrowing at the deputy’s words. “Thanks for the warning,” he replied, stepping over the crack he’d already been aware of and in the process of avoiding. Brown eyes inspected the other for a moment. “You look…” Tired? Worried? Like he’d just survived being kidnapped by demons? “…Like shit.”

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Marshall chuckled softly at first at Kaleb’s observation, before it turned into genuine laughter. “Yea... I never had a vacation from Faye life or sheriff life as long as this... And apparently, getting kidnapped doesn’t do half the wonders as sleeping in on a Monday does.” The Light Faye wiped his face and shook his head, trying to stifle his laughter.

“You’re looking pretty yourself, furball,” the off-duty sheriff teased, patting the seat next to him. “Glad to know you made it out too... although I have so many questions because there was a lot going on before we all got taken.” Sadly, the Liam Neelson character in their recreation would be played by Spear. “No cultist prod you, did they?”

#not a long time: Kaleb Rayne

faeriexrings:

When Marshall praised him it brought a grin to his face as he turned to look back at his own handiwork, it reminded him of his childhood, how despite only ever making ugly or horrid plants Marshall and his sister would still praise him.

“I’m well enough, been getting things at the auto shop ready, getting it open and accepting customers.”

At the mention of the mines he snorted and nodded, “Yeah, it’s something else. I expected it to be different, it certainly hasn’t let me down.”

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The thought of the young Prince at the autoshop made Marshall smile. He was good at handling the business and the mechanics, but the older Light Faye wasn’t sure how the royal family took it. Either way, his job wasn’t to dictate what the royals did, but encourage them to be their best.... and died in their behalf or whatever---Marshall couldn’t remember all of his duties.

“Not enough gold, huh? I always did wonder what was mined there,” Marshall jested with a smile, standing and offering a slight bow in respect. “You should offer your services to the PD and firemen... Both agencies have been looking for a new partnership with mechanics. The Pepboys they use is two hours away.”

#not a long time sl: Basil Thornshield

lechangelin:

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Hearing that it was demons, Eponine let out a heavy sigh, looking down, especially hearing exactly what they wanted to do. It was… overwhelming, but not something she could avoid thinking about. “And yet everyone got away unhurt? What could they want then, if they held people for so long?” She was more asking herself than anyone. “Is it possible their presence could explain other unexplained things we have faced lately? If Spear are human, it’s not as though they could be the cause of them.”

She rubbed her face, stressed as Marshall confirmed he hadn’t seen her brother, but she shook her head, moving beside his bed and stroking his hair back. “We will do no such thing. I’ll look for him. He’s my ward, and you need your rest. If I need assistance, I’ll call on your brother or your parents.”

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While Marshall hope his words were enough to put Eponine off the trail of his own making, he wasn’t surprised instead it opened the way to more questions. Maybe Eponine couldn’t see it, but she was shaping up in what would be a great Queen of the Light Faye. Let out a shaky sigh, Marshall nodded slowly when asked if the demons could be behind the recent violent tragedies that ha plagued Creation Peaks. “It’s safe to assume so... I am also assuming it’s why Spear has an interest in those mines.”

Leaning back as his Princess wished of him, Marshall sighed while trying to capture the moment in his very heart. “As you wish, my Princess,” he half teased, half accepted the advise.

#{you are my simba and i'll be your pumba: Eponine Dubois}#found but lost sl

dutifulaurelio:

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“Hey, it never hurts to check, I guess. Who knows, maybe there really is some sort of millionaire-type wandering around the Peaks just waiting to give out money to a good cause.” Leo returned and looked at the man with a slight furrow in his brow. He could feel the others gaze upon him, looking him over even as he explained that the establishment in question was owned by one of his personal friends. “Well, since you talk so highly about it, it’d be kind of rude of me not to at least check it out. I mean, if I’m gonna live here I may as well start trying the local food.” He added.

The gaze looking him over and the question caught him off guard. “Huh? Uh… I don’t know…” He started a little slowly. “I guess… a decent amount? I guess I’ve never really measured my limit before…” He responded, his own gaze now looking the man over. He couldn’t help but feel slightly guarded at the question, especially since it pertained to his physical capabilities. “Why?”

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As his newfound friend spoke of secret, money-giving Good Samaritans, a secretive smirk trying to tug at the corners of Marshall’s lips caused them to shake before he wiped his mouth as subtly as he could. Creation Peaks had stood for centuries as far as Marshall knew, and as long as there were Wilsons in town, it’d continue to do so.

“I like you,” Marshall stated with a smile when the other kind of promised to go try Eponine’s restaurant. “You’ll like it here,” the Light Faye promised blindly---and hoping the other was at least a witch so that when Mara got her hands on him, Leo’d also be covered.

However, hearing Leo wasn’t sure how much he lifted caused Marshall’s head to tilt with curiosity---now looking at the other as if seeing him for the first time. Funny, Kaleb had also reacted as if weirded out by the question and the dude was a werewolf. Perhaps... so was Leo. When asked why, Marshall quit judging the other’s answers and shrugged dismissively. “You’re pretty good looking, so I was wondering. It’s ok though, keep your secrets,” Marshall teased.

“If you do ever pass by, tell them you’re a friend of Marshall’s, yea?”

#{small town lifestyle: Aurelio Verratti}

galloalpha:

Kayla wished she’d never asked to see Flick’s body in the morgue, as weeks later, it was still impossible to get the image out of her head. The injuries were consistent with a werewolf attack though, but it brought no comfort. There was still nothing concrete confirming it was Razor’s attack, and even then, there was no justice or closure to get if it was him. Not with the Blood Moon pack still claiming territory, and now potentially a new Alpha with them, unless he was killed by human hands.

She wasn’t paying attention when she heard Marshall’s voice and she jumped a little, narrowly missing tripping over.

“My hero…” She said, smiling weakly before it fell from her face. When she heard he was back she’d meant to check in with him, but she made excuses. That his family would want to see him, his Princess, his work mates, then he’d need his rest… Then she realised she’d been making excuses. Sitting down beside him, she frowned. “Sorry I haven’t been by, it’s… been busy. Work and Alpha-wise.”

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Realizing it was Kayla whom he just spoken to, the Light Faye straightened in his seat as if awoken from a dream. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. She called him her hero, and Marshall had to bite down hard on his bottom lip to try not to spill it all out at her. How he almost was a hero... But the time had passed, and he seemed to be just Marshall again. Her weak smile was welcomed, but it saddened him.

Watching as Kayla took a seat beside him, Marshall missed as his heart beat began to become steady---as if it had been racing prior to her arrival. He'd been so focused on finding Mara again... "You don't need to apologize to me," the Light Faye replied solemnly before mustering up the courage to reach out for her hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze.

"Otherwise, I'd have to apologize for not being there for you," he pointed, an encouraging smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "...How are the James?" he asked lowly, his head lowering involuntarily in respect.

#not a long time sl: Kayla Gallo #{a united front: Kayla Gallo}

unfxrtunatesoul

Closed starter for @fayeoflightboi

To say Mara was pissed off was an understatement. It was supposed to have been glorious, she was supposed to be closer than ever before to seeing her father again. Instead, she had barely escaped through a portal, injured from the Spear attack, and as such, had kept a low profile for a few days. It stood to reason she should consider changing hosts, unsure of how many of the enemy had seen her like this, but she was fond of this form, and almost as important, so was Marshall.

She was keeping in her office in the basement of My Alibi when one of her bartenders came downstairs and informed her he was there. Cupping her cheek, she kissed the girl, smiling, before slapping her. “Then what are you waiting for? Get him down here.”

A few minutes later the girl returned with Marshall, leaving immediately after, either in embarrassment or fear, causing Mara to chuckle. “She’s a precious little lamb, she’ll be fine.” She reassured, cupping Marshall’s face in her own. “I’m so sorry we got interrupted. At least now you get your chance to say your goodbyes, just like you wanted to.”

fayeoflightboi

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This time, when Marshall went to the strip club, he didn’t find it closed up nor was he turned away. Instead, a peculiar woman led him down some stairs... Stairs Marshall had never noticed before that led to a basement where an office contained Mara. The moment his gaze settled on the Sin, the Light Faye felt a peace wash over him. An Order.

It had been as if the world had melted away and he was left alone with Mara, but was brought back to reality to sense the chaos within his guide before she dismissed herself. Marshall almost asked about it, but was silence with Mara’s words. Her touch was calming. “I was starting to question you’d let them overtake you so that I could,” he jested with half a smile on his lips, lost in her gaze. “... Does my sacrifice also covers you?” he questioned. “Will you be safe from Spear?”

#{virtuous sin: Mara Morningstar}

dutifulaurelio:

“Yeah, I suppose that would have made things rather awkward.” He admitted and gave a slight chuckling at the idea. He listened idly to the jest about long vacations. There was rarely time for any extended periods of ‘rest’ in his family’s line of work, it seemed. Just when he thought things were settling down - here would come a splitting migraine and the oh-so-welcome call of the angels to uproot him somewhere else.

A tiny hint of a smirk played at his lips as Marshall commented on his name. “Thanks, it’s my father’s.” He joked back, “Sorry, though, not a millionaire by a long shot. Would be nice though, wouldn’t it?” He had to add. Shifting on his feet some, he furrowed his brows slightly with interest. “The Three Spoons, huh? What makes them such a high recommendation?”

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Leo’s jest helped lighten up the mood, and Marshall even chuckled sincerely at it. “Damn.. well, at least I checked, huh?” The Light Faye chuckled again and shrugged his shoulders dismissively. “Maybe... Maybe we’d change our minds once we have it though,” Marshall answered absently, not really thinking much of money himself. Money or no money, the Wilson still had their titles, so it’d be rare for them to go without.

His attention went back to the young man before him as he asked the Light Faye about the restaurant he had recommended. “Good food, good prices, good customer service---I’m absolutely bias and a friend of mine owns it,” he chuckled. Taking another look at Leo after a pause, Marshall tilted his head. “How much can you lift?” he questioned with interest.

#{small town lifestyle: Aurelio Verratti}

faeriexrings:

When a voice cut out and stopped him in his tracks he glanced over at them, when he recognized Marshall he raised a brow before glancing over at the cracked sidewalk. He wasn’t sure what exactly the other expected, he supposed he could step around it, it wasn’t terribly cracked. Maybe if someone came across it and didn’t realize they might trip over it.

Waving his hand over the cracks he watched multiple weeds spring up, along with dead or already dying flowers.

“There, now its even uglier and people can see something in their way.”

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Marshall hadn’t even been looking at the stranger, until he noticed the Faye magic being used. Furrowed brow accompanied his gaze as it ran up the newcomer... then relaxed as he saw it was none other than Basil. Eponine had texted him, but Marshall had been so focused on finding Mara that he hadn’t thought much of it.

“My Prince... Excellent, very benevolent of you,” the noble jested with a smile. “How are you?” he asked, slowly raising from his seat as Basil approached out of respect.

“Finding Creation Peaks to your liking? I bet that impromptu tour of the mines was fancy, huh?”

#not a long time sl: Basil Thornshield

lechangelin:

Eponine closed her eyes as Marshall looked away from her, staying silent and stoic. His words didn’t make sense, knowing she had last seen Marshall just before she had left to meet Kaleb that night. Knowing the reason he hadn’t been there to meet her was because of what became of the Alpha. Before Eponine would’ve called him out on what he said, demanded the truth, but the attack she’d endured from Razor, plus the tremendous loss she almost faced from those missing, she was thinking as a Queen more and more each day. It wasn’t the Wilsons he had to worry about starting a war, Eponine would de-thrown her own mother to take charge of the Royal Guard if it protected this town and the people she cared about.

“Lay back down, you need to rest.” She said firmly, her hand against his chest. “If that’s the case then Spear are human. We observe from a distance, we don’t antagonise, and we form a coalition with other group’s leaders in the area to share information. Nevertheless, right now they saved your life so I can at least be indebted to them because of that.” She paused, remembering the Queen’s last visit to her. The memory of it tensing her shoulders. For once, the Queen had larger concerns than her suitability for a husband.

“Was Basil in the mountains with you? Or with any of the others?” She asked, her voice softer and a little more afraid now. “… The Queen said he left court just before the storms came, he was last seen in Creation Peaks, but he never made it to me. She blames me being a bad influence, of course.”

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Eponine's hand on his chest and her command were obliged... or so he'd vow before admitting he felt faint. "I don't know, Eponine..." Although Marshall trailed off at her sternness and confidence. "As you say, Princess." He almost smiled, but looking into her eyes with the knowledge of what he'd done was proving to be difficult.

For a moment, he paused and let silence sink in between them. He wasn't stupid though and knew Eponine must be playing patient because she was worried about what he'd lived through while kidnapped. "It's demons, Eponine... They're trying to bring the Devil here and from what I gathered? They're very close to doing so," he informed her in whispers. "Although the fact that humans were able to stop it is worrisome too... Knowing we're no better than demons in their eyes."

“Basil?” Marshall furrowed his brow at the mention of the young Prince. “I was on my own,” he admitted---a little upgrade to his stay for being a willing participant Marshall guessed. “... Not good. We should go look for him.”

#found but lost sl #{you are my simba and i'll be your pumba: Eponine Dubois}

lechangelin:

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Whether out of loyalty to the Court or loyalty to a close friend, Eponine had got the call from the Wilson family in the early hours that Marshall had been found, and she immediately rushed out to him, grabbing any healing herbs she had on hand, unsure of the state he’d be found in. She held back as his family surrounded him first, trying to observe him from a distance for any injuries.

Once they moved away she crouched in front of him, taking her hands in his, saying nothing at first. At being called by her title there was a small smile to her lips, always enjoying how it sounded coming from him. He was her best friend, and sometimes he made her title something to be proud of, instead of something to fear.

“Are you hurt? What happened to you?” She asked softly, cupping his cheek. She fought to keep her tears from falling, not wanting to worry him. “You have nothing to be sorry about, you’re home now.”

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Her touch was warm and filled him with an Order he very much needed. Yet it saddened him. Giving Eponine’s hand an affectionate squeeze, Marshall realized how close he’d been to losing it all... How close he still was to deny her any more contact. “I’m fine,” he promised solemnly, but didn’t lie. In fact, the Light Faye noble believed he was the best treated... Mara did emphasize he was special. Of course, Marshall was also there out of his own accord---even if the trip to where there was continued to be as fuzzy as the Halloween night.

“You’re home now.”

Marshall held back tears. Maybe this was just temptation and the demons were testing his resolve... except it was exactly for Eponine for whom he’d sacrifice it all. “I was taken by... someone.” He trusted the Light Faye Princess more than his own family, but he didn’t want to worry any of them. “...I think it was that werewolf,” he lied, looking away, unable to look Eponine in the eyes.

His father cursed while his brother exited the room with their mother who was clearly upset. “Dad... go see they don’t start a war again all lycans?” he questioned respectfully---although simply wanted to stay alone with Eponine. Once they were, however, no words came out his lips for a while. “We need to be careful with Spear...” he started, sitting up on the bed. “... I think, with this stunt, they just came out as a dangerous enemy to all supernatural-kind.”

#found but lost sl #{you are my simba and i'll be your pumba: Eponine Dubois}

Not a Long Time [Open]

@risingpeaksreblogs

The Light Faye hadn’t been feeling all that ok since the storm and the days that followed it. Even after his rescue, reuniting with his coworkers, family and Princess... Things still felt odd. He also hurt, knowing Flick was gone in such brutal way right under their noses... How could he approach Kayla now? Or Flick’s family? What would he say to Kaden?

He should had gone to work, but he felt unable to. Thankfully, he was allowed time off. Might as well, seeing how they had---right off the bat---offered it to him after everything they believed he’d gone through... Still, instead of staying home and resting, instead of seeking his fellow Light Faye, he’d end up sitting on a bus stop a mile or so away from My Alibi. “Mara, please...” he found himself praying before footsteps cut him off. “Careful!” he warned the other, pointing right in front of them. “They haven’t fixed it all up since the storm.” The sidewalk was cracked there, although it was anybody’s guess what exactly happened.

#not a long time sl #risingpeaks.starter

dutifulaurelio:

“Ah, sorry about that then. If it makes you feel any better, they were moved out before I moved in?” He attempted a joke in return before clearing his throat some awkwardly. “Work after a vacation, huh? That sounds rough. I don’t know if I’d ever wanna go back to working if I took a vacation.” He mused some until the man introduced himself. “Mathers…?” He questioned, not really understanding the reference, but shaking his head slightly.

“You can call me Leo. Leo Verratti.” He introduced himself after a brief second of pause to consider whether to use a fake last name or not. He could hear his mother’s voice for a moment saying he should, but then his own drowned hers out - telling him that anyone that had a problem with his family probably were doing things that his family had problems with to begin with.

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Marshall chuckled lightly when the younger male before him joked. “I would hope so...” Being as lazy as he usually was, having to abruptly do his deputy duties before he had to would be a drag. “Yea... I mean, take a rest and all, but long vacations? I’d advise against it,” the Light Faye jested.

“Verratti, huh? That’s a sweet last name. Makes me think Bugatti,” he teased with a chuckle, before pausing. “If you’re an undercover millionaire, I have some people you should bless, if you catch my drift.” Not for himself since the Wilsons were more than well off. But plenty of people in town would, at the very least, enjoy a high paying job. “Since you’re new in town and all, you should definitely try the food at Three Spoons,” he suggested with a friendly smile and more focused tone.

#{small town lifestyle: Aurelio Verratti}

Found But Lost [Marshall||Eponine]

@lechangelin

He’d been found, sure, but it had been a group of people the Light Faye didn’t just dislike, but could never trust... And although he’d attempted to go back to his family and friends to say his goodbyes, a part of him didn’t want to go. What he had been about to do was for the better good of supernatural-kind... For the good of the Light Faye, and those who held a place in his heart. As for the humans in it, Marshall trusted they’d also be taken care of.

Having run from Spear after seeing them successfully fight off demons, he’d ended up walking the streets of Creation Peaks and was found by a fellow deputy. His parents and sibling were the first to be there---a crying mess that the Light Faye noble wasn’t used to seeing. But now, it was his Princess that stood before him... and Marshall’s throat went dry as his stomach fell to his feet. “Princess---Eponine,” he greeted with shame from where he’d been sat. “I’m sorry...” How did he even begin explaining what he’d done? Where did he start explaining what he was about to do?

#{you are my simba and i'll be your pumba: Eponine Dubois}#found but lost sl

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