𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐇

Welcome to the ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴇ where old magic is 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆.

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ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ind. pri. sel. multimuse magical kingdom ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpenned by INU 25+ EST. Restablished 3/7/25

ㅤYou appear at a 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽; in front of you leads a path toward a town with tall walls and a Castle on a hill. To your right is a deep forest with dense trees and lush plants, overgrown and bustling with small glowing lights. Behind you to your left is a broken dirt path leading toward a desert with a heavy almost white blinding fog. You must pick a path, indecision will get you killed. Where do you go?

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎18+ CW AHEAD: This blog will contain mature themes and triggering themes. Do not follow or interact if you are under eighteen or sensitive to extreme topics such as blood, assult, violence, mental and physical trauma, ectera.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐒 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

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That brought him pause. Was he not listening? He didn't feel that was the case, attempting to understand things from Luka's point of view despite coming up short, but perhaps that was how it felt to the other party. The frustration that had build up within him seemed to deflate a great deal. "I'm trying, Luka," he explained gently, not wanting to provoke more fights. "I really am trying to understand it from your perspective." Not that it was that easy, apparently.

With a hand to his forehead, he shook his head. "You're making it sound like I'll be some mindless, live-at-home boyfriend, though. I'm not throwing my life away to be with you -- I'm trying to start a new one. Together." One where he wasn't held to some higher obligation -- death lurking around every corner. Didn't Luka want that as well, or had he misunderstood this entire interaction.

Finally, he had taken the reigns of his life and left his shackles behind. This way, he could find an equal footing with Emilia -- find a true friendship with her -- and pursue Luka without constantly being whisked away on dangerous missions for a King and Queen who clearly didn't care whether he lived or died.

Relenting, as he so often did, Riku slumped against the counter. He didn't like fighting with Luka -- more so that he didn't understand Luka the way he wanted to. "Help me understand, then. What is this bigger picture future that you're envisioning? Why do you think that I'll feel like a trapped prisoner with no life goal in mind? It's not as if I'm trading one shackle for another."

Sure, he may not have a goal in mind at the moment, but that was the whole point of his decision. Now he was free to choose what he wanted to do without devoting his life to a cause that didn't care for him. He was finally allowed to try whatever he wanted and do things his way. How could Luka interpret that as a bad thing?

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   "Yes." Stated clearly and plainly, without a single bit of hesitation in his words. That was exactly what he was worried about actually, Rikuto moving in with his only life goal being Luka and the complicated mess his world was without anything else in the mix. Wanting to be around him, to spend time with him, without anything else. And that wasn't a life in Luka's opinion, that wasn't a way of living. A way of wishing to spend the rest of his life, regardless of how long or short that actually was.

   Luka was simply trying to look out for Rikuto. He knew how much the other had worked for his position, had treated it like the most important thing in the world to him. He seemed to have pride and dedication to all of that, be it just for Emilia or not. He did what he had to do and he seemed to enjoy it as far as Luka could see, at least to some level. All of those people he considered his brothers in arms or some other nonsense?

   A deep breath was taken, not something the vampire actually needed to do but was attempting to ease some of the tension in his dead cold heart. He doesn't want Rikuto to think he doesn't want him here, because that was so far from the truth it wouldn't even be seen from the stars. But he wanted him to actually have more of a life goal in mind other than I quit my job to move in with you so we can start more of our lives together! That, to him, is not enough of a reason. Especially when—well, other than dating do they really have more of a title for what they are to each other? Luka isn't entirely certain.

   And the last thing he wants is Rikuto caught up in the chaos that was his life. The first time he comes home with a gaping hole in his stomach or something the other's head was going to spin right off of his shoulders. "Is it so wrong of me to want you to have a goal in mind? One that revolves more than around just me?"

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@solmxri;; Eric & Merlin ‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

WHEN THEY HAD BEEN TOGETHER, which felt as long ago as it probably was, Eric and Merlin had actually shared a bed. He wasn't the type of person who often slept, finding it tedious, annoying, and often plagued with nothing but horrid memories from times long since passed. He finds his mind torments him enough when he's awake, what was the point in allowing it to continue while he was sleeping? There was no need to make things worse for himself than they already were.

But Merlin was a creature that needed to sleep and needed to... feed in a way in order to continue doing the strange things he did. So he had a way of getting Eric into their bed and getting him to sleep, but also keeping him asleep. There are very few creatures that can still effect Eric and apparently Merlin was one of them.

Since Merlin came back though, he's avoided going anywere near a bed with the other. It doesn't feel the same since they were no longer... connected in the way that they once were. Merlin had been gone for a while, several decades at the very least, and nothing was what it once was. He knows that the dream eater wanted it to be, but it simply wasn't that easy. Once you're burned, you learn to stop running toward the fire.

So Eric had gone... ages without feeding or sleeping, to the point that the house had started to wilt with his own off balance. It was a careful balance to keep Eric in control, and it was dangerous when that began to slip. Even Artemis, his usually chaotic and happy when things are in disarray started to look worried.

Which was how he had ended up stuck in that bed.

When the entire manor is terrified of him, even his own father, Eric can realize that things had gotten a bit out of hand. His options from his father became to eat and sleep or be put to sleep. And an unknown amount of time, forced to sleep unable to wake himself up... Eric would rather feed, if he was honest, and Merlin was a bit to willing.

The dreams, memories, nightmares that often plague him are never quite the same. Not unless they centered around Elisabeth. Eric had been alive for a long time and there were so many ways for his mind to pick apart the things that he had been through. It was always the sensation of waking up from them that tended to cause the sickening feeling.

That lurching in your chest, the twisting in your stomach.

It's waking up with someone else in the bed that was the unfamiliar territory.

Eric wasn't the type to startle awake, he didn't gasp, scream or even shed a tear. He was the type to fight or clench something. Grasping onto whatever was nearby like it was the enemy and ruining it. The fight or flight instincts of a wild animal and he was a fighter. The victim was the blanket that he had gotten tangled up in, shreded in his hands like it was nothing more than a flimsy thin leaf in the wind.

Merlin was lucky he hadn't become like the blanket, daring to wake him up like that.

Sitting up in the bed he tossed the torn pieces of the quilt off of him and pushed his hand through his hair, knocking the stray lose pieces out of the way. He could feel Merlin sliding closer in the bed, the heat from his bare skin and the smooth slide of his hip along his own. Though he wasn't looking at the dream eater directly, he could see the bruises along his pale skin that was forming. The reminders of what had happened in the past few hours.

When Merlin reached for him Eric leaned away on instinct, pushing the blankets off of his body and slipping down from the side of the bed.

"Go back to sleep."

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

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Secret menu? Riku pocketed the ID with a grateful nod. Quick and efficient. He appreciated that. Someone as unexperienced as himself probably looked so out of place in an atmosphere like this. Not that he really cared what a bunch of strangers thought of him. Although, Wyatt seemed to handle his order easily enough so it must not have been as outlandish as he'd expected. Perhaps he was just imagining things.

"What sort of secret menu could a bar even have to offer?" Though voiced aloud, he didn't really expect a response. It wasn't as if there were that many items typically offered to begin with. Aside from the drinks, he'd heard that the food options could be pretty limited as well. Must've been something more recognizable to the regulars.

Sipping his drink, he winced at the unfamiliar, sharp scent of alcohol mixed with the cloyingly sweet syrup of the coke but continued to drink anyway. It wasn't bad, actually. The slight bitterness of the alcohol was balanced out by the coke. "Ah -- I'm Rikuto. Nice to meet you."

Stuck in conversation like this, the timing felt all wrong to pull out his sketchbook. With so many intriguing characters and faces around, he itched to capture them on pen and paper but had been told before that it was rude to do so while conversing. Even if it was a pain, he should at least try to be polite. "Nice place. I take it you don't get many humans around here? What sort of a crowd do you get then?"

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‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ"If you don't know, you're not looking for it then." Wyatt replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. Those who know what they're looking for, come in already wanting it. Starlight ran a careful business, and Wyatt laundered money through it. If he wasn't careful, eventually he'd be found out and that wasn't something that he could risk having happen. The bar was important to him, and he wouldn't risk losing it due to being careless. Just what he needed was the wrong person to walk in and him to say the wrong thing.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤHe only has so many tricks up his sleeve to protect himself and his bar.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤRikuto was strange and Wyatt was almost amused that despite clearly not liking the drink he continued to sip on it anyway. He had two thoughts here, either he wasn't fond of the taste of the drink (which was odd most people could tolerate that), or he was new to drinking alcohol. Most first timers could get down a rum and coke but they drank it slower than those used to it. It was a good introductory drink to rum and alcohol in general. Aside from whine, a rum and coke was where most people started. So he's leaning toward a first timer to drinking, and if he didn't like that maybe he'd make him something more fruity.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤHuman drinks were less fun to play around with, since he couldn't start mixing alchemy ingredients into them to test what happened. Such a shame they were so sensitive and fragile.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ"Abarith in general doesn't have a lot of humans, and the ones that we do tend to live in less than ideal circumstances. If you haven't noticed. There's not a lot of work here a human can do, which limits their employment and possible sources of income. I can't even hire one here, unless they're interested in janitorial work. I need my bartenders capable of using magic to make ninety percent of the things on the menu." Not that Wyatt cares, the state of the humans living situation didn't bother him. That was Hiroki's problem as the King, he was simply answering the question.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ"Those that can afford to drink here are tourist and those that can't," he shrugged his shoulders slightly, "they're not here for the alcohol then." But rather to attempt to sell themselves for a quick buck on the second floor. "So I'm going to assume you're a tourist then and if that's the case, you should go home sooner rather than later. Before you become a meal."

[expiredchances]

Wide eyed, Vincent followed Wyatt's gaze towards the stranger. Tension rising as he forced the other to comply with his 'request'. Vincent could feel the ice spreading from his fingers onto the stool he was holding. In slight panic, he looked away a moment to dislodge the frost.

[ He's bringing someone else into it. ]

[ Two dealing with two, no? ]

[ Not right now, Showman! ] Is what he wants to say, but Vincent is unable to speak back internally the same way The Spirit does to him, so he needs to simply try and ignore him through gritted teeth.

Typical, he's quick to wake up when alcohol is around. But Vincent will just look even more strange if he started talking to himself in this situation.

Guilty. He feels he has misread this whole thing. An attempt to find those more like himself, has instead left him feeling embarrassed. Perhaps this is an issue he needs to face alone...

The drop of paperwork nudged Vincent out of his conflict as he turned to the new face next to him.

"Ah, no... I can't blame him."

Vincent. It's who he is now, at least. For those who may be seeking him, it's not the name they'll be looking for. As such, he doesn't mind. It's worth the risk.

"Yeah, that's me," he sighed, giving Casimir a look back that could only express a silent 'I'm sorry'.

"You don't need to apologise, I'm probably out of my depth here. It's nice to meet you, Casimir."

It's a question he's always faced. His family line have always had ice magic, but they're human. Does being possessed by such a spirit change it? He thought he was firm on his belief, but he's quick to wonder it once again.

Human, but supernatural. He's right; Vincent can handle some magic in drinks.

[ You know, if this is all too much for you, you could just give up and give me your body. You're pretty hopeless. ]

[ Not happening! I'll learn this world, one step at a time. ]

"In that case, I'd like you pay for your drinks as well."

"It's the least I can do if you're going to help me. I know my situation is not a simple one, but I'll not turn down help. And... A Pink Moon Rise does sound nice."

[ Fitting for the likes of you. ]

"I haven't heard about The Academy until just now."

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ㅤ"Pink Moon Rise is usually what I order here. It's a mix of rose schnapps, coconut liqueur and silver bloom dust. Don't ask how Wyatt makes alchemy ingredients into alcohol, I haven't figured it out yet. A talent of his." The only one he has in Casimir's opinion. "The bar is his." Leaning back he motioned toward the area around them, the quiet atmosphere and jazzy music playing over the built in speakers. "Starlight gets it's name for the ceiling, if you've noticed. That," pointing to the ceiling he gestured toward the celestial night sky that looked real enough one might think they were outside. "Is it's calling card. The starry night."

ㅤDespite being a bar, Starlight doesn't get very loud. Wyatt wasn't fond of loud noises and the more rowdy someone got, quickly they'd be escorted out. A lounge was perhaps a more fitting title for the atmosphere of the place, but Wyatt ran it like a bar. They don't do live music, but that wasn't what someone came to Starlight for anyway.

ㅤA quiet place to drink wasn't so bad anyway, Casimir preferred the calm atmosphere to try and get through his grading work. And have quiet talks with the people he attempted to pick up. It's not very pleasant to have to shout to be heard when you wanted to take someone home. That was a problem for a different day though, he wasn't hungry enough to be desperate to feed and he wasn't trying to take this stranger home. Not when they were clearly asking for help and quite desperate for it too.

ㅤAt least so they appeared.

ㅤ"Alutora, that's the academy's name. My father—well, he's actually my guardian not exactly my parent, founded it to try and help people like us gain control. Whichever word you wish to label yourself with. Supernatural, gifted, inhuman, pick a word if you have magic that's what Alutora is for. Control. Since without that," Casimir picked his drink up and raised the rosy liquid toward his lips. "They give you a different label. Monster."

ㅤHe hasn't considered himself a monster since his early teens, back when he was struggling for control so hard he was actually staring and killing himself. Back then, it was hard to feed without hurting someone and Casimir had been horribly terrified of sex. Funny enough it was quite hard to be an incubus if you're terrified of feeding like one. So finding control, finding that healthy balance, was what one needed in order to actually function and breathe.

ㅤTo live.

ㅤWyatt came back with Vincent's drink finally and placed it on the counter before walking away, leaving them to continue talking and to deal with the customers at the bar. Casimir sipped his own drink and then lowered it back down, turning to face the young man beside him with an easy smile. "Why don't you ask me a few things, I'll see if I can answer any of your more pressing questions."

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@starzfield;; 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃: 2 (𝐖𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐓)

THE BAR was fairly busy tonight, but not the bar itself. There was soft jazz music playing from the speakers above the bar, helping to ease some of the people that lingered downstairs. Above them and across the ceiling was the reason the bar got it's name. The ceiling looked open, like there was no roof at all, and reflected down a bright ocean of stars. Like staring up through a telescope at the night sky. Though it was only an illusion, created by the owners magic, it was real enough that one often thought they were looking right at the ceslestial.

The bar itself gave off a peaceful atmosphere, one that was almost misleading when someone actually engaged with it's owner and the only current bartender working. The bar had a few patrons scattered around it's table and each time Wyatt passed one of them he leaned over it to have a quiet muffled conversation. Despite the lack of people at it, the real activity was upstairs.

But there was a special fee for getting access to that part.

Having just finished cleaning another glass, Wyatt placed it down beneath the counter and made another walk along the bar. As he passed the newest customer of Starlight, someone he didn't recognize, he tossed the towel over his shoulder and turned to face them properly.

"I need your ID and to know what you are."

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@suizokukans;; 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃: 1 (𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔)

ALUTORA, THE ACADEMY FOR THE MAGICALLY GIFTED, was Satoru's pride and joy. The greatest thing he ever created. A place where he poured his heart, soul, and blood into. Sometimes quite literally when dealing with young vampiric children. Bitey things they were, just like young small Werewolf children. The amount of fangs he dealt with daily would be enough to make a normal professor consider their life choices.

Despite all of that, he did love the academy, it was just days like today were harder than others. For the most part, Abarith was a fairly cold place. But when the humidity spiked it could be extremely unplesant. Especially for some like him, who covered every single part of exposed skin in some sort of layer be it thick or thin.

Even with the air purifier spells on in the library, he still felt like crawling out of his skin. Breathing some sort of life and energy into himself. Unfortunetly, he certainly won't do that. Taking off even a single layer risked far more than Satoru was willing to. All it took was the wrong touch and--well, best not to do it.

Since he was already in the library he was attempting to organize the new delivery of books that they had gotten. Applying labels to them and stacking them into different piles of where they were meant to go. Casimir had been around helping him, but after a certain point the incubus had just fallen asleep at the front desk, head buried in his arms and pink cardigan pulled tightly against his body like it was a blanket. He simply let the young man sleep, not wishing to wake him and interrupt his nap.

Which also meant when someone wandered inside, it was up to him to greet them.

"Good evening, can I help you find something?"

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@flxwergxrden;; 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃: 2 (𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇)

IT'S NOT OFTEN the forest gets visitors. Not because people don't find it interesting or no one wishes to visit the Werewolves, but simply becaues the forest is picky on who it allows in. It's a means of not only protecting itself, but protecting the inhabitants of the forest. Those who had sworn an oath to help protect it as much as it gives them shelter.

The forest was home to more than just the Wolves that roamed it's dense trees, but it was those creatures who relied on them to keep them safe. History tends to repeat itself for the unprepared and uninformed.

Today happened to be Elijah's turn for patrol. Working a day job doesn't get him out of it, no matter how tired he might be or how much he might wish to just spend the evening with his son. Elijah wasn't a slacker and he wouldn't put his share of the work off on someone else, though it did mean he pushed his son off onto someone else. Parenthood and pack responsibilities—they weren't very easy to balance.

When he picked up the scent of a stranger he was quick to begin tracking them, nose to the ground and large heavy paws sinking into the mud of the dense forest. They'd have quite a bit of heavy rainstorms lately which left decent tracks to follow, but also meant no one escaped the forest without being covered in mud. Wolves included.

Catching up with the stranger was rather easy because of that, the wolves large head picking up to glance around. Golden eyes tracked the the forest around them, peering through the trees and attempting to locate the lost soul within. When he did spot them stepped through the trees, intentionally stepping on a fallen branch to crack it and gain their attention. His form began to morph, the fur falling away and giving way to pale flesh. Four legs shifted to two as he stretched taller, standing sharply and proudly in the dark woods.

And completely, entirely, nude.

"Are you aware you're tresspassing? This forest is protected land."

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I’m on vacation from work so I can work on stuff for the blog today! You can comment for a muse or place in Abarith for a random muse in that section! My goal today is to work on the meta about Abarith and stuff for Mitsu if I’m gonna finish him!

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

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