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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Jodoque, ever the musical fellow, composes himself. But in any conversation where Kel offers her opinion, there's plenty more trouble to follow. Jodoque: Sorry... Go on. / Isolde: Well, the case here isn't that strong. The Shriners claim that Kel's failure to bring Wythllew's head on a silver platter... / P'Séaigg: You married that? / Isolde: ...Constitutes negligence and ipso facto, complicity. Which is Stercus bovinus evidentus. / Kel: Well, yes! / P'Séaigg: Uh... with the rings and the priest, and all that? / [[Isolde speaks off-panel.]] / Isolde: However, if she does get nailed for abandonment, then the court will have a very low opinion of her character... / Kel: Well... no. If you must know... Jodoque and I don't see the point of such... / Isolde: And then the power of the Shrine-keepers will be more convincing than the logic of- / Kel: Stale... old... rituals. Ohshit. / [[Kel and Kangra facepalm.]] / Isolde: Thanks for sharing that with us. Now don't you wish you hadn't?
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: She fell out of trees a lot. And wore silly hats. P'Séaigg: Well... that at least brings us back to the Rite. Did you or didn't you? / Norla: I remember when you went... / Kel: I never fit in, you know... not even here. / [[Kel narrates. Child-Kel lies flat on her belly, having just fallen out of a tree. Other faerie children laugh at her.]] / Kel: Here, I was an overgrown, clumsy girl with funny ears and no wings. / Child-Kel: Ow. / Kangra: I remember that, by the time you were twelve, your mind was a tangle of fear and self-doubt! / Kel: ...and I couldn't see anyone else's. Not even yours or our mum's. / [[Kel narrates. Child-Kel, in an oversized hat, is knocking at the door of a local branch of the Office of Rites.]] / Kel: I was so eager to prove that I was a real faerie, I took to wearing the most over-the-top faerie hats I could find. And I tried to sign up for the Rite! / Kangra: Yeah... luckily you couldn't get through the door of the local Faerie Offices. Or rather, they wouldn't let you wriggle in and tramp around... / Kel: Heh...
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Even as a young'un, Kel had a lot to be insulted about... [[Kel narrates. Child-Kel is asking a Gnome for directions.]] / Kel: Back then, there wasn't a joint Office of Rites for all species... I ran away from home and walked to a Gnome town. / Child-Kel: Uh... Ritekontoret? / Gnome: <> Þárr... / [[Kel narrates.]] / Kel: I found an Office there, but the Gnomian clerk just looked me up and further up... / [[Kel narrates.]] / Kel: And then he said... / Clerk: I'm going to ask you how old you are, and you will not lie, and then I'll tell you when you can come back... / Kel: ...And then he gave me a cup of hot aniseed milk, and had me brought back to my mother. / Isolde: Hmmm... Got your file here... / Isolde: It says you finally got a post in 990, when you were fifteen... the minimum age for gnomes. / Jodoque: Hee hee! That haircut! / Kel: And that was insulting! Having to follow Gnomian rules. The faeries never ask about those things! I took the most difficult post I could get, just to show'em!
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Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Kel recounts her first night performing the Rite of Serfdom. Blood and rats are involved. [[Kel narrates throughout.]] / [[Kel, wrapped in a blanket, stands on the road to the Green Knight's motte-and-bailey castle.]] / Kel: I was transported to a castle in a forest infested with monsters. / [[Kel climbs over a fence.]] / Kel: My mission would be to do whatever chore presented itself to me. / [[Kel runs past the stables inside the castle grounds.]] / Kel: Looking at the old, wooden buildings, I realised that the real problem where would be where to start! / [[Kel runs toward the stables.]] / Kel: And I was too big to hide in any old cranny... That was a problem too. I decided to try the stables. / [[Kel stands before the chopping block, which has an axe stuck in it. Both block and axe are bloody.]] / Kel: Apart from the rats, there were no animals in there. But I found prof that someone at least lived here. / [[Kel polishes the axe with her blanket.]] / Kel: ... and I also had a good idea where to start with my work.
 
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Flashback: Kel remembers her first few nights performing the Rite of Serfdom. Things get ugly fast. [[Kel narrates. Kel sleeps under the drawbridge, covered by the blanket.]] / Kel: After cleaning the axe, I located an oil lamp. I slept the day away under the motte's drawbridge. / [[Kel narrates. Kel inspects the castle grounds with her oil lamp.]] / Kel: The next night, I looked for work to do. The roofs in the bailey needed thatching, but I couldn't do that. / [[In the present.]] / Kel: Nor could I do much about the outside fence or the state of the buildings. But the place had a kitchen, which was filthy. / [[Kel narrates. Kel lies awake under the bridge.]] / Kel: That was my job for the next two nights. I ate salted meat from the larder, which made me nauseous. The fifth night, I stayed under my bridge. / [[Kel narrates.]] / Kel: I wasn't just sick, I was going mad. Apart from the rats, I hadn't seen a living soul in the entire castle! / [[Kel narrates. Kel is holding the axe, discouraged.]] / Kel: But on the sixth night, I found the axe bloody again, on its block in the deserted stables!
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The mystery of the Bloody Axe keeps Kel busy until she gets hungry. [[Kel narrates. Kel is polishing the axe.]] / Kel: I polished, and pondered. / Kel [[thought]]: This isn't how it's supposed to go. / [[Kel talks in the present.]] / Kel: It was all topsy-turvy! While the elf was asleep, the master of the house snuck into the empty building to create work for her. / [[Kel narrates. Kel is hiding in a stable.]] / Kel: I staid up during the day, hiding in the stables, staring at the block. But no one came. / [[Kel narates. Kel is in a tree, eating fruit.]] / Kel: By this time, I was out of food. I went out into the forest, picking fruit and setting traps. / [[The present. Kel speaks off-panel. Jodoque, Norla, Isolde and P'Séaigg listen.]] / Kel: When I came back, the axe was still clean, but there was a note pinned to it... / [[The past. Kel reads the note.]] / Note: Elf, do not leave your post again! Signed, Grene.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Kel at last gets a glimpse of her lord - the person she is bonded to for the Rite of Serfdom. Kel: So for the next week, I did not. I let myself run out of food, abandoned my trap... / [[Kel narrates. Kel walks through the castle with a lamp.]] / Kel: By the thirteenth night, I was crazed with hunger... I staggered to the kitchen to eat that last piece of nauseating salted meat... / [[Kel narrates. The kitchen is filled with meats, bread, fruit, saucages, milk and broth.]] / Kel: I was in for a surprise! / [[Kel narrates. Kel drinks milk.]] / Kel: There was even a bowl of milk, as decreed by custom. Knowing my place, I took it. / [[Kel narrates. Kel shines her light over the bed of the Green Knight.]] / Kel: I couldn't resist checking the master bedroom... / [[Kel narrates. The face of the sleeping Green Knight is shown.]] / Kel: My lord turned out to be a giant of a man.. but he didn't look like an axe-murderer.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The gods are in their darkened halls, and all is right with the world... [[Kel narrates. Kel is looking at the Green Knight.]] / Kel: But even if he had, I'd still have felt relieved! The worst was over! / [[Kel narrates. Kel hides under the bridge while the Green Knight walks out at night to investigate a noise he has heard.]] / Kel: I staid at my post for the rest of my tour. I kept up the pretence of secrecy for a while... / Kel [[thought]]: *&^%#!! It's a wolf howling! Go to bed! / [[Kel narrates. Kel sleeeps under the Green Knight's bed.]] / Kel: But as the days grew shorter and colder, I moved my things into the castle... / [[Kel narrates. The Green Knight pulls Kel out from under his bed.]] / Kel: He must have noticed, but didn't let it show. But in the final month... I made a bit of a noise so he'd have to discover me... / [[The present.]] / Jodoque: So close to the end? What on earth for? / P'Séaigg: Shush! / P'Séaigg: This is acceptable under ritual law. You get to test how you hold up against rejection, ingratitude, abuse... / Norla: You get to fish for parting gifts!
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The Green Knight shows his true colors. Green, to be precise. [[Kel narrates. Kel picks up a bodice.]] / Kel: Well, I did get a parting gift. On my final night, I found a matching skirt and bodicce on my bridge. / Kel [[thought]]: Hehe! How fitting! / [[Kel narrates. Kel looks at her reflection in a bronze kettle.]] / Kel: I put it on. It felt a bit stiff, but I put that down to not being used to that much clothing. / Kel [[thought]]: Hee! / [[The present.]] / Kel: ANd suddenly... AGONY! Everything became a blur! / [[Kel narrates. The Green Knight looms over her with a malicious grin.]] / Kel: I sank to the floor, and saw the lord of the house standing over me, beaming... / [[The present. Kel speaks off-panel. P'Séaigg, Norla and Kangra, listen, outraged.]] / Kel: The costume was - I don't know. Hexed, or lined with iron. I was trapped. The Green Knight owned me. / Kel: And that was how I was forced to serve him for another year. Eventually, I was let out of that evil dress, but by then he could control me by other means...
 
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The lawyer makes an important point, and as a result, Kangra hatches a cunning plan. [[Isolde shuffles her papers. Jodoque tries to console Kel.]] / <> / Kel: It was Tamlin's gang, of course, who... / Isolde: Hmmyes... Veððú... / Isolde: Good as that story is, there isn't anything concrete to back it up. The files merely say you didn't report back... / Isolde: Don't look at me like that! We have to persuade a jury here! You don't have the evil costume? Eyewitness reports? The Green Knight's testimony? / <> / Kangra: We could get the Green Knight's testimony.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The lawyer introduces another complication, a political one. Isolde: Subpoena the Green Knight. Right. I'll have the papers drawn up. But... / [[Isolde quickly looks around her.]] / Isolde: I didn't say this, but: Don't trust the bailiffs to deliver them... / Jodoque: Why not? / Isolde: Well, it's a bit political... I think the Shriners and the office may be trying to make an example of Kel... / Jodoque: ? / Kel: Like I said, many people don't like humans. That's another thing that unites gnomes and faeries here... / Kel: Present company excepted, of course... / P'Séaigg: Don't be too sure.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Wythllew has not been seen in the land of the faeries since she was a small purple imp. This is a problem, strange though it may seem. Kel: So, many of our elected leaders got in on a platform of not mollycoddling humans. And now they have an opportunity to keep their promise. / Isolde: Indeed. And in comes this half-human with a bad ritual record and a stolen relic, and she has unaccountably let a criminal renegade walk free. / Isolde: Assuming, if I may play devil's advocate here, that you didn't steal the bone yourself. The Shrine's records are somehow very vague about the theft. / Kel: Look... / Kel: There's no way I could have subdued Wythllew long enough to bring her here. She's much stronger than me! We can just about drive her back to her tree. / [[Isolde speaks off-panel.]] / Isolde: Hmmmyes... her sensitivity to smells is well documented. But she hasn't been seen here in fifty years. We can't confirm her superior strength. / Kel: Ottar! Ottar can!
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Who, ho ho ho, Shelterhue, things are never quite the way they seem.
Sorry, got a bit carried away there.
Isolde: Who? / Kel: Ottar! He used to work for Wythllew's cronies, but he's now transfered to- / Kel: -Uh... My house. That's not good, is it? / Isolde: He may have a credibility problem, yes. But we should see him anyway. / P'Séaigg: "Credibility problem!" / Isolde: Pardon? / P'Séaigg: He could be the ghostly warrior Shelterhue and the prophet Mu Hairmidh combined and still have a credibility problem! / P'Séaigg: Girl, you were arrested by a gnome at the orders of a gnome and put into a jail run by a gnome. Your lawyer is a gnome. / P'Séaigg: Guess what species the judge and jury will be. Hm?
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Any company where Kangra is the one to keep a cool head is probably one step removed from cannibalism... Norla: Enough, P'Séaigg! / Norla: Everyone involved is a citizen of the Gnomian Republic! If we can't be that, why even bother? / P'Séaigg: My point exactly. / Norla: There's just no talking to you... / Kangra: So, P'Séaigg... / Kangra: You'd do what you could to see them fail, right? / P'Séaigg: Oh, yeah... / Kangra: So we can count on your help? I mean... / P'Séaigg: Sure! / [[P'Séaigg speaks off-panel.]] / Kangra: It's all right for Norla to have big ideals, but we're the ones in jail... / P'Séaigg: Don't worry! / Kangra: Will you help? We need your contacts. / P'Séaigg: SURE! / Kangra: ...Even the ones that are gnomes. / P'Séaigg: Keep your hair on! I'm on it!
 
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: We're finally getting away from the jibber-jabber and moving towards plans for the next few days! Isolde: Here's what we'll do. I'll check at the Office and the Shrine, and sign the papers... / Isolde: Mr. P'Séaigg, can you arrange a transport to the Green Knight's domain? Say, tomorrow? / P'Séaigg: I can try... / Isolde: Then we can send Mr. Davignon there with the subpoena. / Kel: ...And we'll need another transport to Clwyd-Rhan, so Norla can contact Ottar. / Jodoque: Hold it! / Jodoque: What are you thinking? I should go to Clwyd-Rhan and Norla to the Green Knight! So we'll be working in places we know. / Kel: Jodoque, Norla will be more persuasive towards Ottar. And ... uh... she won't be able to get much done with the Green Knight. He's a bit peculiar. / [[Kel kisses Jodoque.]] / Kel: Sleep well. With luck, P'Séaigg will have everything prepared by tomorrow afternoon.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: What, did I promise action in the previous blurb? This is art! We'll get to the action when we get there. [[Kel stands in front of the door.]] / Kel: <> / Kel: You know... / [[Jodoque, Isolde, Norla and P'Séaigg leave the Justice building.]] / [[Jodoque, Isolde and Norla walk down the street. P'Séaigg flies.]] / Kel: Maybe we should have let Norla go to the Green Knight... / Kangra: Nah. / Kangra: There's no way she could possibly get the Green Knight to hack her head off.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Back in the inn, Jodoque asks a question that he should have asked earlier. [[Jodoque and Norla at the inn, sitting at a table, thinking.]] / [[Norla gets up from the table.]] / Norla: I should go... pack things... / Norla: If there's anything you need, I can- / Jodoque: Norla? / Jodoque: Nobody said anything about this, but I've got to know... What if Kel's found guilty? / Norla: I'm not sure you'd understand... / Jodoque: Try me. / Norla: Well, first off, she could be exiled... / Jodoque: ...Aaand? / Norla: And she could have the Master Rune cast over her.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Norla: You should have asked earlier. I could have taken you out to the Grimborg. / [[Norla waves her hand. Two leaves grow out of her sleeve.]] / Norla: However... to give you an idea... consider a baby that can do this! / [[Jodoque hangs naked, by his ankles, from the liana that has emerged from Norla's arm.]] / Jodoque: Very funny. I haven't laughed this hard since the King had my slapstick filled with dried beans! / Norla: Hee hee! / [[Jodoque puts his clothes back on.]] / Norla: I always get a kick out of how hairy you people are. Anyway, the Master Rune was invented to prevent this. / Norla: It gets cast over every newborn faerie to prevent shapeshifting and other things they could hurt themselves with. / Norla: It wears off, and there are some limited counter-spells, but the magic isn't fully released until after the Rite is completed, in a short ceremony in the Grimborg.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Norla finally cuts to the chase, with some encouragement from Jodoque.
SCHEDULE CHANGING TO ALL WEEKDAYS for this week and the next!
[[Norla speaks off-panel.]] / Norla: ...And with the magic comes full citizenship. Voting rights, and... / Norla: There's something else... As you know, Faeries don't marry. / [[Norla speaks off-panel.]] / Norla: We're not like humans. I studied you... The Ancestor didn't give us rules for sleeping with one another. / Norla: But we do have laws governing who breeds. You're not to have offspring if you don't complete the Rite. / [[Jodoque grabs Norla by the wrists.]] / Norla: In fact, a full-blooded faerie under the Master Rune can't even-AAAAH! / Jodoque: Stop stalling! Out with it, woman! / Norla: They could take away your child!
 
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: P'séaigg is debriefed by a forest person in a big red hat... [[P'Séaigg is in the forest, speaking to an older Faerie woman, Maghreid.]] / P'Séaigg: And that's just about it, your ladyship. / [[P'Séaigg speaks off-panel.]] / P'Séaigg: I'll need to commandeer two transports to get the testimonies... I can do that... / P'Séaigg: ... But what about that lawyer's conspiracy theory? We both know who dominates both the shrine and the Office of Rites... / Maghreid: Yes. We do... / P'Séaigg: ... And that of course means that a victory in court could cost us dearly in Congress... / Maghreid: Get the transports... I will talk to the Hats... / {{Note: This conversation actually took place in a local dialect of the Gnomian language. Because the dialogue is a little more complex than that shown in earlier sequences which were ran in Gnomian, it has been translated into English for your convenience.}}
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Jodoque ponders, Norla rents a heron, and something goes bump in the night! [[At night. Jodoque lies in bed, alone.]] / [[Kel and Kangra sleep in a hole in an artificial tree in the Dyrtforrabyggern.]] / [[Norla rents a heron from a heron stable.]] / [[Norla flies off on the heron's back.]] / [[Kel and Kangra, asleep.]] / [[Kel's dream. She's swimming again, pursued by large things with toothed shears.]]
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: In her dreams, Kel is haunted by nature red in tooth and claw. Well, the teeth are white, but you get the idea. [[The shears enclose the swimming dream-Kel.]] / [[Dream-Kel screams in terror.]] / [[Kel awakes.]] / Kel: NO! / [[Kel looks around.]] / [[Kel clutches her head.]] / Kangra: What? / Kangra: It's those nightmares I get. If I don't shapeshift... Sea beasts devour me in my sleep.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: She's just picking up some of her things. And, as it turns out, a memory. [[Norla has arrived at a hole in a tree in the forest. There's some furniture inside the hole.]] / [[Norla opens a chest. Off-panel, one of her housemates awakes and calls her.]] / 1. Faerie: Murr... Norla? / Norla: Jág tár bare ettige mínr tingr. / 1. Faerie: Å, Åkej... / [[Norla pulls a striped shirt out of the chest and looks at it.]] / [[Norla looks in the mirror, wearing the striped shirt, a beret and white pantaloons.]] / [[In addition to her own reflection, Norla sees P'Séaigg in the mirror.]]
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: C.M.I.I. Daobleagh tries his marketing skills on the Gnomian Grand Shrinekeeper. [[The Keeper of the Ancestor's Shrine is on the way to his office. "Clap-Me-In-Irons" Daoibleagh is hawking his wares.]] / Daoibleagh: Oats! Wild oats! Get them while they're wild! / Daoibleagh: Morning, your priesthood! Can I interest you in some oats, or maybe oatmeal inna bun? / Keeper: Is that the same oatmeal you tried to sell to me last week? The stuff you could crack a skull with? / Daoibleagh: Uh... it's been in the rain since then... / Keeper: I'll pass, if you don't mind. Now if you'll excuse me... / [[The Keeper enters his office.]] / Keeper: Grm. / [[Close-up of the Keeper, who is startled by something.]] / Keeper:? What th-
 
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: This Sidhe-Maghreid is quite a handful! So is that oatmeal! [[Maghreid flutters annoyingly in front of Ratskuchbønn, the Keeper of the Ancestor's Shrine.]] / Ratskuchbønn: Whaaaa! / Maghreid: Whee! / [[Ratskuchbønn swats at Maghreid.]] / Ratskuchbønn: Cut that out! Oi! / Maghreid: Whee! / Ratskuchbønn: Oh, it's you. What do you want? / Maghreid: Nothing! Sidhe-Maghreid wants nothing! / Ratskuchbønn: Well, if you don't want anything, why don't you- / Maghreid: Want some oatmeal? I got it from the oatmeal man! / Ratskuchbønn: No, thanks. And really, I think you should. / Maghreid: Sure? It's got lovely blue veins!
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Together all Maghreid Is upstairs or done had serious some she hallucinagens a sprite as? Ratskuchbønn: Please. I've got work to do... / Maghreid: Yes! Yes! Daily war against sacrilege and theft. Days just packed, yes? / Ratskuchbønn: Indeed. And this is serious, difficult work. As you should know, Maghreid. / [[Ratskuchbønn, the Keeper of the Ancestor's Shrine, speaks off-panel.]] / Ratskuchbønn: So why don't you tell your people that we're dealing with that half-human thief and her accomplice... / Ratskuchbønn: Precisely as we promised our voters we'd do. That we're sending a message... that no human fifth column will disrupt the Pax Gnomica. / [[Maghreid flies off.]] / Maghreid: Okay! Won't keep ya! No fifth column, eh? / Ratskuchbønn: Grm. Grm.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: After dealing with the nuisance that is Sidhe-Maghreid, the Priest now has to deal with... the lawyer!!! He will not be having a good day. [[There is a knock on the door. Ratskuchbønn, the Keeper of the Ancestor's Shrine, is annoyed.]] / <> / Ratskuchbønn: Ye Gods... come in. / Isolde: Good morning, your holiness! / Ratskuchbønn: Who are you? / Isolde: Isolde Shieldbiter, of Shieldbiter, Shieldbiter and MacSweeney. My card. / Ratskuchbønn: You're a lawyer? / Isolde: How do people guess? Yes, I'm an attorney at law. / Ratskuchbønn: What do you want? / Isolde: Oh, just to rid you of some documents that are no doubt cluttering up your store rooms as wel speak... Here. / Ratskuchbønn: You're subpoena-ing all our financial, andministrative, duty and incident records for the years between 950 and 960? / Isolde: Think of all the space you'll be able to reclaim!
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Isolde can't help herself, and almost pushes the priest over the edge. Ratskuchbønn: This is about the Mánsdottir case, isn't it? / Isolde: Don't worry. I'm sure we'll find that you're very dilligent about your record-keeping. / Isolde: ... And that only one record will turn out to be missing. Of course, there's no predicting what the jury will think of that. / Ratskuchbønn: Grm. / Isolde: It is of course possible that other records might turn out to be missing. The consequences of that eventuality would not bear thinking about. / Ratskuchbønn: Look, you smug bastard, why don't you- / Isolde: Hmm? / Ratskuchbønn: Grm. Hm. / Ratskuchbønn: Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Most unprofessional of me. / Isolde: Don't worry about it, your holiness. I shan't keep you any longer.
Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Somebody thinks powdered wigs make a man look sexy. Too bad that the man in question is a gnome called Isolde. [[Isolde walks the street of the Gnomian capital. Behind her, Daoibleagh is peddling his wares.]] / Isolde [[thinks]]: Damn! Something's not right! / Daoibleagh: Oatmeal? / [[Maghreid speaks off-panel.]] / Isolde: That priest took my bait like nobody's business... But I'm overlooking something! / Maghreid: Ooh! What a lovely wig! / [[Maghreid pops up and grows to human size.]] / Maghreid: Sidhe-Maghreid loves powdered wigs! They make a man look so powerful! Sex-ay! / Isolde: Hey! / Isolde: They are designed to convey the dignitas officiis advocatorum, milady. Please stop ruffling my dignitas. / Maghreid: Ooh! Stern! / Isolde; As for my alleged sexiness, let me remind you that I am a gnome, and female. Thus, my advice to you is- / Maghreid: Oh, I'm not fussy. I've had faeries, humans, why not a gnome? / Isolde: Sidhe-Maghreid, your ladyship, please cease and desist from your non compos mentis act. Nemo imprimatur.
 

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