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−−− ꧁ OPEN STARTER : FOR EVERYONE

The first branch came crashing through the ballroom with enough force to shatter crystal and send guests scrambling in every direction. Donald moved before anyone could scream. A sharp sweep of his hand sent a barrier of brilliant sapphire light surging between the crowd and the splintering wood. The branch slammed against it with a deafening crack, stopping only inches from the nearest civilians. "Move!" Donald's voice cut through the panic. "To the exits! Don't stop!"

The shield trembled. He felt it immediately. Something pushed back. Not the branch. His magic. For the briefest moment, the spell resisted his command, the blue light rippling with strange streaks of violet as though another force had reached into the weave and tried to pull it apart.

Donald's brow furrowed. "...No." The word was quiet, almost a warning. He planted his feet. The resistance surged again. A younger mage might have lost the spell entirely. Donald had spent nearly a century bending magic to his will. He refused to let it dictate the terms now. Drawing a slow breath, he tightened his grip on the staff in his hand. The sapphire glow flared brilliantly, washing away the violet corruption as the barrier solidified once more. The shaking ceased. The spell obeyed. "As I said," he muttered through gritted teeth, "no."

The tree lashed toward the fleeing crowd. With a flick of his wrist, ribbons of arcane light shot forward, wrapping around the trunk before wrenching it violently off course. It crashed harmlessly into the gardens instead of the ballroom.

Only then did Donald allow himself a single glance at his hand. The magic still felt... wrong. But he was not one to give in to other forces, he was far too stubborn. "Everyone out!" He wasn't sure how long he could hold.

#wastarter

−−− ꧁ CLOSED STARTER : FOR @deweytduck

Donald had spent the better part of the evening making his way through the ballroom, exchanging greetings with familiar faces and doing his best to convince himself that the uneasy feeling following him since his return was nothing more than readjusting to being home. His eyes wandered over the crowd again, lingering on council members, old friends, and families enjoying the celebration before finally settling on a familiar sight.

Changing course without much thought, Donald crossed the ballroom until he was standing beside Dewey. He didn't announce himself right away. Instead, he rested one hand lightly against the younger man's shoulder, a simple gesture that had become second nature over the years. "You doing alright?"His gaze drifted briefly back toward the celebration before settling on Dewey again. "I've only been back a day, and everyone keeps telling me to relax." A quiet chuckle escaped him. "Figured checking on you was a better use of my time."

#t h r e a d ✧ ⎨dewey d.⎬

−−− ꧁ OPEN STARTER : FOR EVERYONE

He adjusted the cuffs of his suit as he stepped through the entrance to the Summer Solstice Ball, taking in the lanterns hanging overhead and the steady hum of conversation filling the gardens. It should have been easy to enjoy. People were laughing, music drifted across the dance floor, and for the first time in weeks the city seemed willing to give itself permission to breathe. Donald wanted that. He really did. His trip with Goofy had done him good. They'd wandered farther than either of them originally intended, spent more nights around campfires than in inns, and somehow managed to avoid anything resembling responsibility for nearly two weeks. It had been strange. Peaceful. Too peaceful, maybe. Returning to Elias had felt... different.

He couldn't explain why. Nothing was obviously wrong. The wards around the city still hummed beneath the surface of his magic. The streets looked the same. The people looked the same. Yet ever since he'd crossed back through the gates, he'd had the distinct feeling that he'd walked into the middle of a conversation everyone else had already been having.

Donald exhaled quietly, shaking the thought from his head. "You've been gone too long," he muttered to himself. "You're imagining things." It wouldn't have been the first time he'd let caution get the better of him. His gaze swept across the ballroom almost automatically, lingering on familiar faces before moving on. Good. That's what tonight was for. Donald reached for a glass of sparkling cider from a passing tray before deciding against it at the last second, instead folding his hands behind his back as he continued into the crowd. "One evening," he said under his breath with a faint shake of his head. "You can manage one evening without expecting the world to end."

#wastarter

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#waltstyle

−−− ꧁ CLOSED STARTER : FOR @deweytduck

The evening had settled comfortably around the estate. Most of the lights had been dimmed, leaving the manor bathed in warm gold from the lamps scattered throughout the halls. Donald had intended to head upstairs after finishing some paperwork from the council, but movement in the living room caught his attention.

Dewey.

Donald slowed his pace immediately. There was something about the way the boy sat that made him pause. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was years of raising him. Whatever it was, Donald had learned long ago that Dewey's loud moments were rarely the ones that worried him. It was the quiet ones.

Without announcing himself, Donald stepped into the room and settled into the armchair nearby. Close enough to be present. Far enough not to crowd him. For a moment, he didn't say anything. Just let the silence exist between them. Eventually, he rested an elbow on the armrest and glanced over. "You know," Donald began casually, "when you were younger, quiet usually meant you were either planning something dangerous or already halfway through doing it."

Donald leaned back in the chair. The truth was, he already knew things had been hard lately. He'd seen it in all three boys. Everything happening around them always seemed to leak into their home no matter how hard Donald tried to keep it at bay. Dewey had always carried more than he let people see. He knew that his 'boys' were far from children anymore but to him, they'd always be his little ones.

"You doing alright, kid?"

The question was simple. No pressure. No expectations. Just an open door if Dewey wanted it. Donald had learned over the years that forcing conversations rarely worked. Sometimes the best thing he could do was sit down beside them and let them decide whether they wanted to walk through it.

#t h r e a d ✧ ⎨dewey d.⎬#i've waited so long for this i'm crying

dreamwondering

there's a brief moment where alice regretted voicing her feelings of unease, wishing that she could take it back and just enjoy what could have otherwise been a nice, peaceful moment. but she knew sitting on the thoughts alone wasn't good for her, or for anyone else. she suspected that it was the very reason she was struggling so much to sleep most nights, the weight of her feelings felt like it was eating away at the frail edges of her very sanity.

"it's hard to pinpoint it on something specific," alice admitted. "it just feels like something is right there." she reached in front of her, grabbing a fistful of air, hand clenched tight around nothing. "something mad. something dangerous. but i can't find it, i can't name it, it's like a word on the tip of my tongue. is it mad, or am i mad?"

theduckblur

Donald didn’t respond right away. He rarely did when she brought him things like this things that couldn’t be explained with spells or logic, things that brushed too close to that line between intuition and madness. His hand paused halfway through flipping a page in the old tome on his desk, and his eyes finally lifted to meet hers. "You’re not mad, Alice," he said gently. "Or… if you are, then you’re not alone in it." He stood slowly, crossing the room to where she sat in the reading alcove she so often claimed.

"There’s something in the air. A wrongness. I’ve felt it, too. Every time I step into the Hollow lately, it feels… heavier. Like the magic itself is holding its breath." He knelt, resting one hand against the floor as if listening through it. He glanced up at her, a small crease between his brows. "That sensation of something being just at the edge of your perception, tugging at your thoughts, slipping through your dreams. I've known it before. It often comes before change. Or trouble." He hesitated. "You feel it more sharply than most because you’ve walked the places in-between. Because you’ve survived Wonderland, and still see the world with that tilt."

Donald straightened, brushing his hand off on his robe. "Madness isn’t always a sign of being lost, Alice. Sometimes it’s just what happens when you’re the first to notice the storm coming." He offered her a cup of tea with a quiet motion, not forcing it on her, just… offering. "You don’t have to name it yet. But if it comes closer, if it grows louder, I’ll be here. And we’ll face it together. Deal?"

#t h r e a d ✧ ⎨alice h.⎬

olympiczervous

@theduckblur

Hercules had finally worked up the nerve to go to the Arcane Hollow. Donald seemed like the most logical person to reach out to. Hercules cleared his throat when he entered the office where Donald was. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything critical.” He was wearing the council sash draped over one shoulder and the quiet weight of someone who’d spent too much of the day making speeches and too little making progress. “I’m not here as a hero. Not tonight.” He had a small smile on his face. “I’m here as a councilor who doesn’t know if he’s doing enough. Or doing it right.”

“You’ve been doing this longer. Smarter. You know how to handle a city full of frightened people who need help, and louder voices trying to make it worse.” He hesitated, jaw tight with the stress that was weighing him down. “They listen to me when I speak. But I don’t think I know how to say the things they actually need to hear. Not when everything feels like it’s one bad day away from unraveling again. I’d appreciate your guidance. If you have any to give.”

theduckblur

Donald didn’t look up right away. He finished his note with a careful flick of his wrist, the familiar scratch of quill on parchment the only sound between them for a moment longer. The ink shimmered faintly before sealing itself into the page. When he finally turned toward Hercules, there was no irritation on his face. Just a tired knowing.

"You're not interrupting, Hercules. The city doesn’t sleep, and neither do we. Might as well talk while the ink dries." He motioned toward the chair across from his desk cluttered with scrolls, enchanted lanterns dimly pulsing, and council ledgers still open from the last emergency vote. "You say you’re not here as a hero tonight, but that’s precisely why I’ll listen. Heroes have speeches and spotlights. Councilors… we carry silence and consequence."

His tone softened just enough to ease the edge. "You’re doing more than enough. And you’re not alone in wondering if it’s the right kind of enough. That's the thing about leadership....it never feels finished, and the doubt never really leaves. But I’ve watched you speak to crowds and to frightened shopkeepers. To stubborn council members and grieving kids. You show up. Every damn time. That matters more than any perfect speech ever will."

Donald leaned back, gaze sharpening just a touch. "If you're worried about saying the right thing, say the honest thing. Speak to them the way you did just now when you walked in here. Let them see the weight on your shoulders. Let them see the man beneath the myth. Elias has enough symbols. What it needs are leaders who bleed."

#t h r e a d ✧ ⎨hercules z.⎬

−−− ꧁ OPEN STARTER : FOR EVERYONE

Papers floated in looping figure-eights above his head, some fluttering like startled birds, others rotating slowly in hypnotic spirals. The enchantment keeping them organized had clearly gone off-script, overwhelmed by the sheer volume. Color-coded sigils pulsed in the corners of each parchment, notes written in layered languages, ink bleeding through as the spells began to fray.

Donald stood at the center of it all, hands braced on the edge of a cluttered desk, hair slightly askew, and a scowl deep enough to split stone. His shoulders were rigid with tension. At his side, a quill scribbled furiously into a thick ledger, recording the names of the missing. Another report. Another pattern that led nowhere. Another family with no answers.

A file slapped him in the side of the face, and he caught it with a sharp breath. His magic flared briefly, just enough to still the chaos around him for half a second before it sputtered and resumed its frantic loop. He looked exhausted, but the flicker in his eyes wasn’t fatigue...it was worry. “I swear,” he muttered to the papers as if they were sentient, “if one more file goes missing in the file, I’m setting the whole damn system on fire and starting from scratch.”

The door remained slightly ajar. Whether by accident or not, the office was meant to be for the citizens to come speak to a council member at any time so it didn't really matter. It was simply Donald's turn to be available for the city.

#wastarter #clearly i felt like describing scenery today!

−−− ꧁ CLOSED STARTER : THALIA ( @barleycornborn )

* ∙ ✰ ◞ Donald glanced up from his notes, already sensing her before she spoke. The air shimmered around her, just slightly, just enough to give her away. There was always a kind of vibration when someone stepped into Arcane Hollow for the first time with magic they didn’t understand. A pulse. A question, begging for recognition.

He stood slowly, eyes scanning her; not judging, but careful. She was young. Wings faint, flickering, like they weren’t sure they were supposed to exist yet. Her aura was unstable but bright, wild magic trying to root itself in someone who had never been taught what it was.

Donald made sure his tone was soft as he spoke. “Let me guess…” he said gently, motioning for her to sit. “Strange things started happening and you heard about the Hollow? I'm glad the word is getting around. How can I help?"

#t h r e a d ✧ ⎨thalia l.⎬

theduckblur

* ∙ ✰ ◞ He felt the familiar prickle of magic as someone entered the arcane. It was an odd side effect to using his magic to create the space. He was distinctly aware of everyone in it and to an extent, what magic was being used. He could at least know if everyone was safe. It was a little unnerving at times but he'd grown used to it. At least, he could keep an eye on everything without having to physically be in the Hollow.

This person was new, this much he could tell. He looked over to her as he made his teacup disappear. "Yes, the quieter the hum, the safer the magic...in my experience anyway. There's a lot of different kinds of magic out there."

"Ah, well, it would blow up I suppose." Donald shrugged with a bit of a smile to show he was teasing. "Honestly, it would just close and kick everyone out. I'd have to remake it and that would be annoying."

bclegendary

Mabel's eyes locked onto the space where the teacup had been, surprise chasing excitement across her face.

"I guess that's safe enough, then. It's not like we'd be flung into the void," she chuckled. She was oddly reminded of her time trapped in Bill's bubble, where she had manipulated reality around her to hide from the future looming in front of her.

What she wouldn't do to go back and tell thirteen year old Mabel that growing up would be so much bigger and better than she could have imagined.

"Can you tell what kind of magic people have when they're in here?"

theduckblur

* ∙ ✰ ◞ Donald would be a liar if he didn't say he still enjoyed amazing people with simple magic.

So he grinned a bit at her clear amazement as he answered her. "No but the ground still hurts and it would be an awful waster of magic." It wouldn't be a gentle closure of the realm. He'd rather that not happen. It was the main reason he was here every day re-checking wards and making sure it would hold.

"Sometimes. It depends on the person and the type of magic." Donald looked at her for a moment, searching her aura and her soul. She was a good person, that was sure, but yes, she had an energy that pointed to someone who either was affected by magic or could wield it. "Is that why you're here? To find out if I can answer that for you?"

#t h r e a d ✧ ⎨mabel p.⎬#but mabel is adorable and i love her

dreamwondering

the greater instability of elias and the underland seemed to be able to fade from the forefront of her mind when she was here, though alice understood that her personal sense of wellbeing was not the greater goal here. it was... an added bonus. but she would be remiss not to reflect on that as one of the things about being here that she was grateful for. it wasn't stress-free, per se, but her worries here were simply shaped differently.

"i'm just happy to be here," alice remarked with a soft smile, taking a moment to ponder if that was really all that she wanted to say about it. was this the moment to express gratitude? or worry? "i hope that things can stay as they are. i don't know if they will though. things just don't feel... right anymore."

theduckblur

* ∙ ✰ ◞Donald knew it wasn't easy to find a new home. He'd constantly traveled and moved around. He honestly couldn't remember his first home if he tried. The home he remembered most was the one he'd raised his nephews in. After they moved to the manor, he did too and that's become his more steady place. So he really empathized with a lot of the citizens who had to find a new place in the city...especially if it was out of their hands to do so.

"That's very reassuring." He returned the smile. He made the teacup disappear after a moment before leaning back into the bench. "That's always a nice wish. No, unfortunately, they won't. Things seldom remain the same. It's in the nature of the world to transform and grow...especially with magic. What doesn't feel right?"

#t h r e a d ✧ ⎨alice h.⎬

hydraslayinga

Herc’s crooked smile deepened, lingering on Donald. “Careful—that sounds a lot like a perfect dinner plan. And, uh… I don’t usually get this lucky.” The words slipped out lighter than he meant, the faint flush rising in his cheeks giving him away.

Herc closed his menu with a laugh, his stomach growling right on cue. Rubbing the back of his neck, he set it aside. “Good thing this worked out. You’re running on coffee, I’m starving… guess this blind date showed up at the perfect time.” His grin tilted, teasing but warm. “Best part? You get the gumbo, I’ll get the jambalaya—and everybody wins.”

His grin lingered for a beat, then eased into something gentler. His expression softened as he glanced back up, hazel eyes catching Donald’s for a moment before flicking down shyly. “Honestly… I can’t remember the last time I was this excited to sit down and eat with someone. I’m really glad it’s you.”

His words lingered in the quiet for a moment—then, right on cue, his stomach let out a loud growl, shattering the tenderness. Herc groaned with a laugh, dropping his face into one hand. “…and clearly so is my stomach.”

theduckblur

* ∙ ✰ It has been some time since he'd been smiled at this way and his cheeks may have warmed a bit. "I do tend to have the best plans." Donald shrugged, a little cocky. "Lucky?"

He chuckle softly and gave the other a half smile. "Yes, it would seem so." He'd been so sure this was going to be a disaster. Not that he didn't trust Penny, he just had no idea who he'd end up with. He was more than a little happy that it has turned out to be Hercules.

Donald's gaze was fond as Hercules spoke. It was adorable how happy the other man was. He was honored that he was the one who had been the cause of it. "I don't either. I spend so much time cooped up that I forget to eat. It's nice to have company. I'm just glad that you're okay that it's me here and not someone else."

Hercules was younger than him and he should be on a date with someone else. Someone more deserving of his time. But Donald was selfish enough that he was going to enjoy his company. Outside of the council and the stress of running a city. Here they could both be just themselves. Here, he could enjoy how sweet Hercules is. "So maybe let's distract it. Tell me what you've been up to. No work talk though. Tell me the what fun thing you've done lately."

#t h r e a d ✧ ⎨hercules z.⎬

skellingtonisms

——— jasper was not one to reach out for help. a strong sense of pride was instilled from a young age. his father was a man who craved power. alaric did what he could to keep it even if it was an illusion. jasper had been shoved into the mold that was expected of him but it never fit. he would never be the perfect skellington son. it was still hard to unlearn everything that was taught. jasper got along well with the other councilors. that wasn't the issue.

the issue was that he thought he could handle things himself. there was no need for his hand to be held. mostly because he didn't expect it. he wasn't coddled as a child. instead he was placed upon a pedestal and weighed down with expectations he would never reach. there was also the truth jasper did his best not to think about. he knew that the council didn't just reach out because of his prince status revealed. they feared him. they knew what he could do - even if it was under the control of someone else. it was better to have a giant monster on the side of elias rather than roaming the streets of the underland.

perhaps that's why he kept some distance between himself and the big three. he feared they'd realize their mistake.

he wasn't startled by donald's enhanced voice the way others in the ground were. if anything he was intrigued by the magic. the firm hand on his shoulder did send shivers down his spine. physical touch wasn't something he had received until he met donnie. the skeleton wasn't aware how deeply he craved it until he was searching for donnie's touch when he wasn't near. ❛ oh, uhm, yes i'm fine. thank you. i should ... prepared answers. ❜ most of the time jasper knew what to say but now he was at a loss for words. ❛ is it fully misplaced ? we're supposed to be helping them and they're upset with us. ❜

theduckblur

* ∙ ✰ ◞ Donald knew a self-sabotaging people pleaser when he saw one. Jasper was still too young to realize that sometimes, it was best to leave things alone. He was putting a lot on his plate and Donald didn't intervene only because he didn't want to discourage Jasper from feeling useful. However, he wasn't going to let him hang himself in order to keep the city happy. He had a fair amount of respect for this place but he wasn't going to sacrifice anyone for it's sake.

He knew Jasper had experience with being a public figure and maybe that's why he backed off a little more but clearly that wasn't working. Minnie did tell him that everyone just needed their space to grow. Maybe he was overstepping but he'd let Jasper tell him that if he thought so. "Good. You can't prepare for everything. People are always going to ask something you couldn't possibly have an answer for." He patted his back one more time before stepping away to give him space. "I suppose you could argue it's not. But you see it from our perspective as well. We are trying...or do you think we can do more?"

#t h r e a d ✧ ⎨jasper s.⎬

#walt.intro #➤ Biography ┊ donald d.

keyguarded

riku leaned back against the bench, arms folded, dark hair catching the lantern glow. his bright eyes followed the little girl weaving through the street before settling on donald again. moments like this; quiet, ordinary, and unshaken... all reminded him why it was all worth it.

“yeah,” he murmured, as if answering a thought more than a question. “it’s not the same hum you hear in a fight. less sharp. the city, it feels more like… breathing.”

he allowed the silence to stretch. between them. the sound of the flute carried through the evening wind, the notes soft and unhurried..not too bad. a chill brushed past, raising goosebumps along his arms, but he didn’t move. instead, his gaze lingered on the lanterns, and his voice dropped softer.

“you didn’t mess it up. it’s perfect either.. the city’s still willing to trust you..and i think that's a big win.” his mouth curved into a small “that’s harder to earn than any law you ever scribbled down.”

for a moment he simply sat with him, remembering how rare it was for an evenings like this. then, with a sideways glance

“you should let yourself sit here more often...we both should..the world doesn’t fall apart every time we stop holding it up..”

theduckblur

* ∙ ✰ ◞ Donald chuckled as he finished his tea. "Yes, well let's be thankful for that. No more battles any time soon."

It was still so jarring how much Riku and Sora had grown. He'd been in their lives since they were teenagers. He'd done his best to guide them and help them. But he'd always wished they'd been home with their parents living normal lives and not running around in danger.

"When did you get so smart?" Donald teased. "I think we're trying as hard as we can to make things right. That's what matters. I just worry my magic will give in."

Donald reached over to ruffle Riku's hair. "You're right, we both should relax more. You need to take your excellent advice more often. How are you doing? Sora's been worried about you."

#T H R E A D ✧ ⎨riku p.⎬

bclegendary

Mabel wandered beneath the trees of the Arcane Hollow, eyes as large as saucers and a disbelieving grin on her face. This place was beautiful.

She'd noticed the posters on the bulletin boards at school, asking a few well-placed questions to her classmates, spurred on by a note scribbled in the margins of her textbook:

"The Hollow awaits!"

So here she was, to determine just what was drawing her to this place. Her magic was going haywire as she crossed into the pocket dimension, but had calmed as she started forward among the lanterns and the leaves.

She followed the path as it wound about, eyes drawn to the patterns on the stones, nearly jumping from her skin when the stranger spoke to her.

"I notice how it hums, but I didn't realize that meant it was calm," Mabel replied, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. To her, the city's magic was abrasive, foreign, and almost... scratchy. Like a wool sweater.

"What would happen if it was messed up?" She asked after a few moments, unable to contain her curiosity. She slid onto the bench, trapping her hands under her thighs as she watched the man's face for a response.

theduckblur

* ∙ ✰ ◞ He felt the familiar prickle of magic as someone entered the arcane. It was an odd side effect to using his magic to create the space. He was distinctly aware of everyone in it and to an extent, what magic was being used. He could at least know if everyone was safe. It was a little unnerving at times but he'd grown used to it. At least, he could keep an eye on everything without having to physically be in the Hollow.

This person was new, this much he could tell. He looked over to her as he made his teacup disappear. "Yes, the quieter the hum, the safer the magic...in my experience anyway. There's a lot of different kinds of magic out there."

"Ah, well, it would blow up I suppose." Donald shrugged with a bit of a smile to show he was teasing. "Honestly, it would just close and kick everyone out. I'd have to remake it and that would be annoying."

#T H R E A D ✧ ⎨mabel p.⎬

hydraslayinga

“Looks like we both got lucky,” Herc admitted, a faint flush creeping across his cheeks. “Didn’t expect to see you either, Donald… but I’m not disappointed.” His grin lingered as he glanced at the menu. He barely made it past the appetizers before his stomach gave a loud growl. “Skipped lunch,” he winced, a nervous laugh bubbling up as his gaze lifted, catching Donald’s. “Guess you could say I was a little too excited about eating here.”

He broke their stare with a quick glance back to the page, eyes scanning the main course options. Penny hadn’t been kidding, just reading the descriptions was enough to make his mouth water. Tiana’s Place was decadent in the best kind of way.

“I’m half-tempted to order everything just to get a good taste,” he teased. “Penny wouldn’t stop talking about the gumbo, so I’m drawn to it already. But the jambalaya’s definitely calling my name too.”

A crooked smile tugged at his lips as his boyish grin overtook his features again. He looked up once more, eyes bright. “One thing’s for sure—we have to get beignets.”

theduckblur

* ∙ ✰ ◞ "Ah, well at least I haven't ruined your night." Donald knew he wasn't the best company at times but he did try to be better these days. But he was just hoping he wouldn't bore the younger man. He raised an eyebrow at the growl of the other's stomach and couldn't help a soft chuckle. "I don't think I've eaten since...hmm, I don't remember. I'm sure I had coffee this morning at least. I've heard nothing but good things about this restaurant so I'm sure it's been worth the wait."

He looked over the menu and tried to think of the last time he'd eaten something that wasn't microwaved. Everything looked so good that it was a hard choice to make. "I think I might be hungry enough to actually help you eat all of it." Donald joked. "Well, we could get both. I'll get one and you the other and share to get a taste. If you'd life, of course."

Donald's smile was warm and fond as the other looked at him. Hercules was a rare kind of person that was genuine in everything he did and he couldn't help but appreciate that. "We'll get anything you want."

#T H R E A D ✧ ⎨hercules z.⎬

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