there is no middle ground

Tears aren't a woman's only weapon. The best one's between your legs. The wife, the sister, the lover, the mother, the lioness queen. All this, and a thousand things more.

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digging that eternal bed

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"Seven hells, Cersei, the others can take the chessboard," he muttered darkly in response, anger only growing at this statement. What was power and the game of thrones when his twin needed protecting? On a normal day, he could not care less about the pawns and the moves, but on a day such as today, when she appeared in his chambers with a bruised cheek, he wanted nothing more than to scatter all the carefully placed pieces and wreck havoc over it all. Power was not worth it.

"I cannot promise that," he grumbled, averting his gaze from hers because he knew those pleading emerald pools would be what broke him. She knew exactly what to do, what to say to whip him back into shape but this time he was determined that he would not fall for her trickery. That was, unless she brought her skin into the equation. That still had the power to force him to submit to her whims,

"I would not be so foolish to get myself caught, sweet sister," he scoffed, fingers gently caressing the fabric covering her back as he sensed her fear. While he may not be willing to give in to her, he would not leave her fearful if he could manage. "Father would never let them imprison me. So help them if they tried. Moreover, I would not let them catch me.”

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She regretted coming to see him, some small part of her, but she wouldn't voice it. Regretted it only because now it seemed to spur him on, goad him into an action she didn't want his hands bloodied with. She murmured a soft prayer to the Mother, and ducked herself close, pressing her palm against his chest. "I cannot lose you, Jaime. Not because of him, no matter the cost. You would have to go on the run and I would have to follow.." Leaning back again, her gaze implored him.

She wasn't truly panicked and worried -- he was right, Father would never let them arrest Jaime, and even so, Jaime could go on the run -- he had already earned the title, why not earn it again, in blood? She wished she could be there, to see Robert's face.. but it was a coin toss as to whether it would truly take place or not. 

She exhaled a soft sound and leaned up to kiss him, curling her fingers in the fabric of his tunic. "Promise me you'll give this the thought of three days, Jaime, before you come to your final decision."

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scarred faces and hearts

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Staying idle was not as difficult as one would assume, where others would run to check on the queen, Sandor remained stoic in his position. After some time had passed the least he could do was offer to fetch her help, but she seemed to reject that idea as soon as it left his lips. It was how she scolded his help that grew of minor interest, causing him to glance back into the room. It was very rare that the queen would use his given name at all, she rarely used Clegane. It was a habit of hers to call him the Hound or Dog, like he so rightfully earned. Lord Tywin had introduced him as Sandor years before but that did not seem to stay once his brutal nature and unwavering loyalty had become known.

"Wouldn’t want a stupid swordsman, would you?" He challenged back to her, in a placid tone that was neither insulting, nor a jest. If he really was as dim as she assumed, it would look bad on the Lannisters, not on the Cleganes. The two brothers had enough reputation between the two of them, being called stupid was the least of their worries. Though Gregor was quite dense, he made up for it with his vicious aggression. Gregor was not anointed for his accomplishment in studies. While Clegane’s Keep had a maester, the Hound could not recall his brother ever taking up the opportunity. It was Sandor who had more knowledge, but perhaps less fighting skill. If he was to assure the safety of the Lannisters, it was for the best he wasn’t as dim as Cersei assumed.

The Hound was not quite sure why the queen would dismiss the help of one of her handmaidens. If she was sick it was best they get her a remedy, especially if she was carrying one of Robert’s heirs. The Hound had his own assumptions about their marriage bed, he often had to stand post at the door. It might have been amusing to others, but to Sandor it was a harsh reality, one he was growing dangerously used to. However the man could not feel any sort of empathy for either royal, he did his job and that was the most he could offer.

A large gauntlet pushed at the heavy oak door to allow access into the chamber. As he walked his armor creaked with every step, his boots almost dragging against the stone. “No handmaiden is your choice, your grace. Not my place to question queens. Say what you ask of me, if nothing I will return to the post.” Once the words left his lips he would offer no more aid, he had done his duty and he wouldn’t go beyond.

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It had come out before she could stop it, his name. Somehow Dog wasn't going to roll off her retching tongue as easily as his given name, but Cersei wasn't going to put too much stock into it -- just as she knew he didn't, either. She muttered a curse more to herself than about him, and just when she thought her stomach had calmed, there she was, throwing up what little she had eaten and more bile. It was ungraceful and undignified, but there was the Hound, impassive. She pushed her hair back and dabbed at her mouth with her handkerchief.

"If I had a stupid swordsman, you wouldn't be standing here, Hound." She had never made the dangerous mistake of assuming Sandor dumb. Brutal, viciously quick and unflinchingly dangerous, absolutely -- but stupid was never something Cersei ever assumed him to be. And once someone did that, they might as well carve a headstone -- overestimation is fine, but under will kill you. She coughed into a closed fist and sat back on her heels a little, willing the Mother to cease this retching -- she wasn't sure if it was from being embarrassed, or if she was with child. 

"No handmaiden is my choice, thank you." She nearly hissed it. "Those boot-licking cows will only give me some foul smelling swill that will do nothing, and then tell me to rest. As though I cannot think for myself on those two matters." He probably didn't think she could, but Cersei wasn't going to continue. Wiping her already-clean hands on her handkerchief. "Help me up, Hound." Pausing, and a rare and clean moment came through -- she didn't want to anger the Mother into making her retch again. "Please." That didn't mean the tone was overly kind.

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what a pair we make

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"Ah, yes.  My murder of our mother," he snapped, setting his fork down beside his plate and surveying her with a stare cold enough to freeze any man’s blood in his veins.  Pity Cersei is no man.  Must she sit with him, to further shit on his morning?  He leaned back in his own chair, appetite gone as he looked at her.  Tyrion wondered what he most have done in a previous life for the gods to curse him so, especially this morning.

"I have not seen King Robert," he commented, though he gentled his tone with a rather good bit of reluctance.  "I doubt that the Maester and your midwife would approve of you fretting around the castle.  I thought I heard Lord Varys mention that he was going into the city.  And, as you’ve already said, I think we both know what for."

He felt a strange twinge of pity for her then, his misguided sister.  She had loved Robert once; even Tyrion knew it.  But all Seven Kingdoms knew that Robert would only ever love Lyanna.  ”Shall I send a servant for food for you to break your fast?” he offered, attempting to be kind and to keep his foul mood from worsening her own.  Gods-help him if he had to deal with an even more irritable Cersei.

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It stung some deep part of her to know that Robert sought other audience than her. She wondered, mused idly, if these girls he slept with, did they remind him of Lyanna? Did they give him the same sheepish looks that Stark girl must have given him? A single word spoken on a night meant for happiness had ruined her life -- she could have loved him. She could have been happy. But no, Eddard's damn sister found a way to destroy that, even beyond the grave.

"The Maester and midwife can go to hell." She said it with a more bitter edge than she intended at first, but let it go -- she wasn't about to be coddled. The sound of Lord Varys name made her look away, fingers templed against her lips.

And, for once, Cersei didn't snap at Tyrion, thoughts too clouded with the idea of where Robert was and what he was doing -- perhaps it killed some part of her that she wasn't good enough, even for that fat, drunk lout. "No, thank you. I have not the stomach to keep anything down." Her voice was soft, and bore no edge of insolence.

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born in a burial shroud

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    How strange it was, for the her presence against him to now feel so foreign- for the distance which had been placed between them upon his return. Born of the maiming dealt upon my person, and all else which changed. Yet does it matter now, in truth? Can I easily set aside what Tyrion spoke of, in order to better remain by Cersei’s side? Yet— truly, could he? The knowledge of it alone was close to maddening, ever present on the edge of his mind, whispering names he had no desire to hear. Lancel. Kettleblack. Gods- could it be true?

     ”—Perhaps after Joffrey, and the harsh edge which was shown to the realm- perhaps the kindness Tommen so often shows is just what is needed. He has those around him, those who love him— they will keep him safe, I swear it. He will not become another Joffrey.” I will not see my son become that monster, or anything so resembling it. Tommen is a pure, sweet child. I would not see that change. 

     ”He must, no matter how young he is.” He understood her fear, and the belief that harm might come to him. It was an ever present risk, death. Moreso when one stood in a position of power, but they needed Tommen upon the throne, no matter if he was not ready. I will keep him safe. I was not here for Joffrey, but for Tommen- I will not allow the Kingsguard to do as it had under Joffrey’s rule. Too long has it been less than all it should have, and it is my duty to return it to it’s former glory. As it is my duty to keep Tommen safe.

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His name sung a thousand poisons. Joffrey Baratheon, the firstborn, dead. It was hard to hear it fall from Jaime's lips as though it was a word about the weather, with no more inflection than as if he was reading a line from a book in the library. He was Joffrey's father and yet the boy bore no resemblance to the man, he was more Robert's selfish and cruel possession, the bitter parts of that husband and wife pairing. She had allowed him to become what he became, and she would not see the same fate befall her two remaining children.

She tried to exhale a sight but it didn't feel as though any air was coming out -- she struggled to breathe now, like a great stone was pressing on her chest. "You swear to me, Jaime, that he will not become another Joffrey, and I shall believe you and trust you. I will hold you to it." Her voice nearly broke with the effort of the vow behind it, and she looked up at him, eyes set with a determined gaze. 

"I know, but.. this world chews them up and spits them out. Either they perish young in war, or go mad on the throne.." She twisted her fingers in her skirts, feeling the rings she wore turn and spin. Chewing on her lower lip, she broke free from Jaime's hold  -- but not so far, finding his hand and lacing her fingers with it, keeping him close. "I do not want Tommen to know the cruelty of this realm, not an ounce."

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{ Proposals } Jaime & Cersei

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Jaime could tell she was struggling with the idea, he could see it in her emerald eyes. Though he would not admit as such, it did upset him that she wasn’t very open to reasonable options. Then again, they were her children, and they had been there when he could not. To ask her to leave them behind to spend the rest of her days with him could only be labeled as cruel. Still, it brought a jealousy out of him. She had them for all her days, but Jaime, he had been gone for many many moons. They were still her children no matter his jealousy, and to think of competing with such was ridiculous.

An ache came to his chest, and he thought it could only be that of his heart shattering. Shaking his head, he folded her into his arms and pressed a long kiss to her lips. “No. No, i won’t do anything you don’t want. I don’t want to be selfish with you.” I do, but i can never take away your children from you. I will not be another Robert. A sigh crossed his lips, and he tried with all his might to keep the sadness from leaking into his eyes. The lion didn’t want to make her feel guilty, and so he hid his jealousy as much as he could.

When her lips touched his, he could only hold her there as long as she’d allow, attempting to kiss away the impossibilities and sorrows. He had not meant to trouble her in his request to leave their lives behind, but it seemed all he ever did was say something wrong to her anymore.

"I can’t ask you to leave our children," he said quietly, fingers brushing her cheek, and threading back into her curls. "But i only ask we find a way to wed." Green hues met their reflection as he sighed quietly, withholding a wave of tears. "If i cannot take you away, let me call you my wife." 

The words struggled to leave his throat, but still they did, and he kept his gaze to hers, hearing his heart thump loudly in his chest, echoing within his ears. He waited for a slap, or maybe for her to leave the warmth of their sheets. For he was being so jealous, so selfish with her, he would only have to understood if she chose to leave now. “Please,” he said quietly in a last attempt to gain her consent.

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Her teeth rolled over her lower lip and she looked to be thinking upon it for a long, long while. She would not, could not leave her children -- Tommen was too kind, too gentle natured to understand why his mother would abandon him at some far-flung hall. And Myrcella, bless her sweet heart, might turn bitter at the thought that she wasn't good enough for her mother. No, Cersei could not, and would not leave her children -- not even for the man she loved most in the world.

It was a blow to happy dreams, to the thought of a quiet house in the countryside where none would bother them or know of their blood bond. Gone was the thought of being alone in quiet happiness with Jaime. She could see it in his eyes that he was hurting, and Cersei hated herself in that moment, that she was the cause of such consternation. Running her knuckles gently against his cheek, and nodded. "We will find a way to wed, Jaime." 

Let him call her his lady wife in private, let her bear his name proud on her tongue. Let them all cast jealous aspersions her way and his -- but she would not deny her brother this. She leaned up to kiss him, smoothing her hand against his cheek and tangling her fingers in his hair.

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Light caresses came upon her arms as he breathed into the space of her throat. He laughed lightly, grinning against her flesh. “I’m sure she does. I’m still surprised, though, that she’s not found us yet.” With all the time they spent in one another’s beds, he was sure they would have been caught. Sometimes, though, when either of them got loud, he was sure they would get found out, yet nobody ever came, and nobody ever showed any signs of suspicion.

Head rose as she spoke words of promise, and his forehead laid against her own once the soft moan spilled from her lips. A smile crossed his lips as he pressed a feather-light kiss to her brow. “Then we will not go back. We can stay here till night falls, and do as we so please.” Accompanying his words were the hands that brought themselves upon her back, almost as if trying to mesh two figures into one, holding his twin close as the universe would let them be.

He could still smell her out here, the smells of salt and arousal still spilling from her pores. It made his heart do a leap, taking in the musk as he pressed another kiss to her lips. “If the gods were good they would let you be mine. They would grant us children, and i would be able to do with you what i wished…” he trailed off, sighing quietly, the thoughts paining him. He wanted her, wholly, completely, as his own and only his. But the one thing he wanted to take, the one thing he wished to be selfish with, was the same thing that gave her leeway in the eyes of men. And he could never take that from her and leave her defenseless. Not without her permission.

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She pressed herself up against him, safe and sound in the weight and warmth of his arms, his palms braced against her back like wings. Looping her arms around his neck, her fingers played in the blonde of his hair, and she nodded. "They are good as they can be, brother mine. They allowed us to come into the world together, and for you to stay with me and I with you." She leaned up on the tips of her toes -- Jaime was so much taller than she was now, sprouting like a weed where Cersei stayed stunted. 

"We have no shelter out here at night.." It was a soft, sad sentence. "And aside, they would come looking for us and we would surely be caught." For all the promise in the world, Cersei just wanted to be left alone. She just wanted to be able to stay with her brother and live a life she deemed fit -- no doubt her father had plans for her, for him. They were just figures on a chess board, the pawn and knight to be moved.  

She brought her hands down and braced them on his chest, looking up through her lashes. "But we ought stay out here as long as humanly possible, so that we might steal a slice of that quiet heaven for ourselves."

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{ The Dangerous Game } Jaime & Cersei

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"Shall I lie to Robert again and tell him of his prowess in bed?" She teased him, though he knew full and well the truth of it. Fingers passing over his jaw, she reached down and eased the corset wider, the strings giving way, yawning wide to reveal the pale hue of her flesh, the soft swells of her breasts and the taut plane of her stomach, as well as the womanly curves of her hips. All his for the touching, for the taking.

Fingers curling in the fabric of his tunic, she hauled him down for another kiss, this one more sound than the last, more hungry and eager. "I do not mind being sore, my Lord. 'Tis the grace of being Queen. I can lounge about in bed all day with nary a question of it." And she would, too, if the night's activities suited it. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him through her lashes, one hand tracing over his nose and jaw, admiring him for the man he was. Twins, they were, but Cersei had to admit they looked little alike. But their hearts beat to the same rhythm.

Her fingers trailed down over his throat and chest, and lower still, and returned to her earlier tease, rubbing her palm over the bulk of him, hard and straining against his breeches. He had been so painfully eager for her during the banquet that had they been among any other people, he was like to take her right then and there on the table.

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"When you play the game of thrones you win or you die. There is no middle ground."

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{ The Dangerous Game } Jaime & Cersei

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Her eyes flashed golden with anger, impatience, but she watched as he sucked his fingers clean -- that made her want him more and more. "I would not, but it doesn't mean.." And suddenly the floor went out from under her feet, and she found herself held and pinned to the heavy wooden door by the press of his body to hers. She could feel him hard and hot against her, and Cersei exhaled a soft moan.

"You would see me beg, brother?" She was doing her best not to fall into that trap, because she was so denied during the feast and the hours after, and all she wanted now was Jaime to be between her thighs and in her. She wanted him clutching at her and moaning against her and she couldn't have it right now. "I want you, Jaime. I need you. Do not deny me any longer."

She watched him kiss the heaving swells of her breasts where the dress' stomacher pushed them up. She braced one hand against his arm, the other pressed against the door, finding it hard to keep herself up without him. "You were awful." But she didn't mean it, and she dipped her head down to kiss him. "Touching me like that when I could not properly react, when I could not return the favour and feel you as you were meant to be felt.." And here she reached down, rubbing her palm over the length of his hardness against those tight breeches.

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{ Proposals } Jaime & Cersei

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His green orbs drifted close as she brushed her fingers across his features, nuzzling his nose up into the gentle caress. A sigh crossed him, content and whole, the smile reflecting his hidden happiness, but only slightly. The mere thought of the two being able to live away together.. It made his heart speed up, and his stomach curl; the simple risk of the idea driving his anxieties. 

"We could be happy," he murmured into the silence, arm wrapped so tight about her waist, his hand was pressed the sheets beneath her hips, nearly fully encircling her in his grasp. "Nobody could tell us we could not be, nor would we have to fear of our love making any longer," eyes opened slowly as he spoke, breath heavy as he continued to peer into her gentle gaze.

But as the two children were mentioned, his jaw clenched slightly, and his gaze dropped from hers, instead, investigating the hollow of her throat and collar bones with his eyes. They could not be left, no she was right about such. But how could the two possibly be free to their love if their children did not even know their own parentage?

"I never thought of that…" Glancing up a her, brows knitted together. "We could send them to Casterly Rock, they’d be safe there." For a moment, his nose brushed hers, lips near touching her own. "We could there with them, or find a place of our own. My only concern is that we’d be heading back to where we began. We wouldn’t be able to lay in bed for days like this, we couldn’t show affection." His eyes searched hers desperately hoping she’d have a better idea. "It would only be leaving Kings Landing to trap ourselves in the same cage we’ve been locked within for years."

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She didn't want to be without her children. Her heart ached in that moment, and it was some strange shift of emotion that occurred. Send them away? Tommen was still little, and Cersei blinked back tears. Looking at the ceiling as Jaime spoke, she exhaled a shaky little sigh, and managed a nod. He was right, of course, but she couldn't help but wonder. "They can come with us. We could.." No, they couldn't even employ a nanny -- what if the woman wagged her tongue? Cersei shifted beneath him, and she worked her fingers against his throat. There was the snare in her stocking. Her children.

"I do not know.." Another shaky swallow of air, and she exhaled forcefully. "..if I can leave them in the care of another, Jaime. Next to you, they were my saving grace while Robert lived. I am not fully sure I am able to just send them away wondering if their mother loved them or not." The thought of it frightened her; what if they needed her in the middle of the night? What if they grew up to despise her?

She kissed him in some desperate attempt to rid herself of the anxious feeling bubbling up in her throat, and fell back against the bed, one hand lifting to her brow, brushing her hair back. "I want to be away and alone with you. I want to be happy and unfettered. But.." Cersei Lannister was a mother, even if she was cruel and vain. She was still a mother.

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It was but another adventure, he had promised her so. He couldn’t help but believe it be just before dawn, though, for there was no sun in the sky, and the winds were quiet and calm, the air crisp with the familiar scent of morning residing in the air.

They were still plastered in sweat, from their previous activities in her bedchambers, or maybe it was the run down to the shore, he didn’t know for sure. Still, as they stood in front of the cliff, he held tight to his twin’s waist, watching her carefully as she looked over the edge, a smile tainting her lips.

She was always beautiful like this. Still covered in the sweat from their lusting, hair free about her shoulders in golden curls. She looked almost primal, like a true lioness, one that he knew she was deep down somewhere. It made him falter slightly. They had yet to go beyond touching and testing, and it had been a few years still. He feared it however, taking the only thing that could ever make her worth something in the godawful kingdoms. And he wanted to take it, to be greedy and selfish, and keep her as his very own, but he knew such couldn’t be so. They weren’t Targaryens after all.

After a moment of containing himself, he could hold back no longer, and brought her from the cliff, placing a kiss upon her chin before meeting her lips. It was as if he always longed for her, to smell her, feel her warm flesh underneath his lips, and brush his calloused fingers through her wild mane. A contented noise left him as he smiled there, against her. “You are utterly perfect,” he mumbled, but what he really meant was I love you.

Here, he had backed her up beneath a cliff above the one they stood upon, and he pressed her back against the cool stone, hands clutching hers at the height of their shoulders as he grinned slightly upon her. “We were close to being caught, you know. Septa almost saw us as we ran down the hall.” A nip to her collarbone followed the words. “It’s thrilling to think about,” he paused again, biting ever so gently upon the flesh of her neck. “Being caught with you,” a smirk pressed to her neck as he nuzzled the underside of his twin’s jaw. 

After a trail of purple and blue was left upon the lady’s skin, his nose rested in the curve of her throat, wrapping his arms about her waist. “On the other hand, i can’t afford losing you.” A hard swallow was the last thing heard, and then a single sentence finished him up. “Not again.”

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She laughs when he mentions Septa, and Cersei takes some sort of perverse pleasure in avoiding that woman at all costs. Lessons are boring, and even when Father tries to put his fist down, it only encourages her to disobey. There will be a time when she is married and bogged down in the boring life of a noble lady, but that is not this time, not now. These are the months and days and years she is supposed to spend with her brother, her twin, her Jaime.

Exhaling a soft sound as he nuzzles at her neck, her fingers coiling around his biceps, lacing her fingers in the cotton of his tunic. She tugged him close and pressed herself against him. She had to agree with him, though. "I should think it is.. I wonder if she tries to sneak around and catch us." The nosy old woman probably did, tried to sneak around like some quiet cat. 

One hand rose, tucking the wild curls of her blonde hair back behind her ears, and she shakes her head when he says his fear. "You shall never lose me, Jaime.. never." The bruises bloomed soft on her neck and she moaned softly, longing to feel the brush of his sword-calloused palms on her naked her skin, wanting to know what it felt like to go beyond just sharing the bed with him, playing between the sheets, beyond just fooling around when the lights fell dark and the castle quiet.

"I don't want to go back, Jaime."

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"That’s what ruling is. Lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out before they strangle you in your sleep." ―Cersei Lannister.

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