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The Arl of Redcliffe

“Esumi, wait!”
“Come on, Cullen!” Speeding from Redcliffe Castle, Esumi ran as fast as she could through the gates and onto the bridge. Cullen ran behind her, although at a distance. It was hard for him to keep up with the light elf.
“Esumi!” he yelled after her. He did not like her running so far ahead of him, especially when outside the castle. She had been attacked before, and even though no more threats had come to her, Cullen still didn’t want her going out by herself. Keeping up with her, however, seemed to be a problem since Esumi was excited.
About a week ago, Esumi had received a scry from Wynne, saying that they had not only found the Urn of Sacred Ashes, but that they also had a pinch and were on their way. It was something that made everyone brighten to hear. The arl wasn’t getting worse, but he wasn’t getting better either, and Cullen could see a weariness in Esumi that told him she may not be able to keep him alive much longer. He could sense her magic weakening, and even though he knew she would try with all her might, this meant that the arl didn’t have much time left. It left everyone in the castle and in the village depressed and gloomy. But the message from Wynne seemed to strengthen Esumi, and everyone’s gloomy demeanor vanished.
Now, only moments ago, Esumi had received another scry from Wynne saying they had arrived.
“Esumi, please wait!” Cullen cried as he ran across the bridge. Esumi finally stopped in the middle and waited for him to catch up.
“You know, you’re awful soft for a warrior,” she teased once he joined her, panting.
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“Last night you weren’t. Now come on, we’re nearly there.” Grabbing his hand, Esumi pulled Cullen forward. They ran the rest of the way across the bridge, Esumi holding her robes up with her other hand.
When they reached the end, they passed through another set of gates and onto the path that split down to the village. They passed the stairs down to the village and hurried across the smaller bridge over the cascading stream and stopped on the other side when they saw Zelda and her companions descending from the top of the cliff.
“Zelda! Alistair! Leliana! Wynne!” Esumi cried when they reached her. She hugged each of them in turn, only pausing when she noticed the newcomers.
“It’s great to see you too, Esumi,” said Zelda. “And as you can see, we’ve collected our other half as well. This here is Arawin, the one I am honored to be bonded to.”
“No Zelda, I believe the honor is all mine,” Arawin said with a fake smile.
“I would believe that, except I know you’re being sarcastic.”
“Really? It's amazing you figured that out!”
“Alright, alright,” said Alistair. “I don’t know why you two have been mean to each other recently, but try to at least be civil now.”
“Right, anyway, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Esumi,” said Arawin. “I’ve heard a lot about you, as you are the one keeping the arl alive.”
“That I am.”
“Then let me introduce the ones who have been traveling with me.” Arawin turned to the others. “This is Sten, he’s a Qunari, but don’t let his size intimidate you, he’s actually a real softly.” Sten snorted but said nothing. “And this is Morrigan. She’s a mage as well.”
“Oh, well it’s a pleasure,” said Esumi.
“Great,” Morrigan muttered. “Another Circle mage.”
“I don’t recognize you,” said Cullen. “What Circle are you from?”
“None. I’m what you would call an apostate.”
“Oh.... joy.”
“Yes, and she’s with us,” said Zelda. “So please leave her alone, Cullen.”
Cullen sighed. “I’m already breaking enough rules, what’s one more?”
“And let’s see, who else,” Arawin continued. “Oh yes, this is—Hey!”
Zevran pushed Arawin aside and stood straight in front of Esumi, eyes wide and gleaming. “Allow me to introduce myself, Señorita. I am Zevran, but you my call me what ever you wish.” Esumi stared at him confused. “May I say, my dear, that you are the most exotic beauty I have ever seen! And I have seen all women from every country in Thedas.” He took her hand kissed it.
“Oh, well, thank you,” Esumi said unsure how to react. “But I’m not from Thedas... I don’t think.”
“That is very interesting.” Zevran began giving her his classic gaze when Arawin smacked him up-side the head. “Hey!”
“Thank you,” said Cullen. “If you hadn’t done that, then I would've.”
“Yeah, well, he’s a jerk, so just ignore him,” said Arawin.
“Why Hermosa,” Zevran said rubbing his face. “Do I detect a hint of jealousy?”
“Hardly! I was just getting you back for pushing me!”
“Whatever you say,” Zevran chuckled.
“Well it’s very nice to meet you all,” said Esumi. “This here is Cullen. He’s the templar who was assigned to accompany me here.”
“Don’t down play it, Esumi,” said Leliana. “You can say it to us. He’s your lover.”
“Yes, that too,” Esumi laughed. “But you know it’s something we have to keep secret. And my name is Surana Esumi. Surana being my family name since in my culture it is said first.”
“I think it’s lovely,” Zevran said over Arawin’s shoulder. Arawin went to hit him again but he ducked her blow.
“You know, I’m not going to save you if a certain templar decides to cave your skull in.”
“I think I’d have to do something more menacing instead of giving his lovely lady a complement before he decided to do that.”
“Whatever. Just shut up before I decide to cave your skull in myself.”
Zevran laughed at her. “No, you’re not jealous at all.”
“Alright, enough,” said Zelda. She then turned to Esumi. “I assume you came all the way down here to greet us because of this.” She pulled out the pouch of Ashes and handed them to Esumi. When Esumi opened the pouch and looked inside, she was completely amazed.
“I can’t believe it,” she gasped. “You actually found them!”
“This is...” Cullen tried to say as he stared at the Ashes over Esumi’s shoulder. “I-I’m not even sure what to say.”
“How about you say nothing and we head up to the castle and heal the arl,” said Zelda.
Both Esumi and Cullen looked up from the Ashes and nodded. “Right, let’s go,” Esumi said as she closed the pouch.
Together everyone went across the stream and to the larger bridge to the castle. Their group more massive than when they left, making heads turn when they reached the castle. Soldiers and guards whispered as they passed. Servants gasped and jumped out of the way when they came through. When they finally reached the royal bedchambers, they found Teagan and Isolde to be inside. Isolde leaped up and cried out when she saw Zelda.
“Zelda, Alistair!” said Teagan. “I can’t believe it.”
“Oh Zelda, you’ve returned! Does that mean it’s true?”
“It’s very true,” said Zelda. “Esumi, you may proceed.”
Esumi had gone straight over to the arl’s bed. Wynne went with her and handed her a chalice. Dumping the ashes in the chalice, Wynne then filled it with water and mixed the two together. Esumi then poured the water down the arl’s throat.
“I do hope this works,” Isolde pleaded. “After all this trouble everyone’s been through...”
“It will work,” said Alistair. “The Ashes really do have amazing healing powers. I’m proof of it.”
Isolde looked over at him. Confusion was on her face as she looked him up and down. “What do you mean?”
“I nearly died fighting to save Zelda, but when I was given the Ashes, well... Here I am.”
“So it will work for Eamon,” Zelda said. “And we can tell you what happened in more detail later.”
“Yes,” Isolde said taking her eyes back to her husband. “I would very much like to hear it.”
Esumi hovered her hands over the arl’s chest, concentrating as she stared down in his face. Wynne was right next to her, instructing her on what to do. “Can you feel them yet?” Wynne asked. “Concentrate. They’re there.”
Esumi moved her hands over his heart and gasped. “I feel them! Wow, it’s... it’s incredible!”
“Yes, I know. Now, a simple healing spell should do it.”
“Really?” Esumi said surprised, looking up at her former teacher. Wynne nodded with a smile.
Facing back to the arl, Esumi closed her eyes and blue light shined from the palms of her hands. To everyone’s amazement, they watched as the arl began to glow as well. White light shining from his skin, then something black surrounded him, lifting out. The black particles swirled around, fighting to get back in, but being blocked by the white light. Soon they lifted completely in the air and disappeared. Esumi took her hands away and fell back, Cullen catching her.
“Esumi are you all right?”
“Yes... I’m fine,” she breathed. “Just exhausted. It’s apparently catching up to me if a simple spell like that can make me tired.”
“You did good, Esumi. Very good.”
Isolde and Teagan made their way to the bedside and stared down at Eamon who began to stir. The arl opened his eyes and blinking a few times, looked into theirs. “Isolde? Teagan?” he said gruffly.
“Oh Eamon!” Isolde said through tears. “Thank the Maker you’re alive!”
“Hello there, Brother,” said Teagan. “I’m glad to see you finally awake.”
“But, Teagan...? What are you doing here? And, Isolde, why are you crying? Is Connor all right?”
“He is fine, my husband. Your son is alive and well.”
“There is much you need to know about, Brother,” said Teagan. “Many things have happened while you were sick.”
“Yes, dark have my dreams been of late. So horrible have they been I felt as if they were real.”
“And they might have been. But let me give you the full account, then we will decide what needs to be done.”
***
“This is most troubling.” Arl Eamon stood in front of the fire in his throne room, staring into its flickering flames as everyone else stayed silent behind him. After being healed, Eamon had listened to Teagan, Isolde, and Zelda as they told him the long and hideous tale of what had happened in the castle as well as with Ferelden. The others occasionally pitching in, giving their own accounts when necessary. Eamon listened to it all in full, finally getting up and getting ready before making his way into the throne room. It all seemed unreal to him.
“This was something I never thought would come: Loghain killing Maric’s son then taking the throne. In all the years I’ve known him, not once has he ever had a motive to acquire power.”
“It is most troubling indeed, your grace,” said Zelda.
Eamon turned away from the fire and faced everyone in the room. Zelda and Arawin were at the front of the group with Esumi and Cullen close by. “Yes, and my most sincere condolences to you, Zelda, for the loss of your family. Bryce was a dear friend of mine, as I’m sure you know. I had heard about it before becoming ill, and would have investigated the matter fully, but of course, things swirled out of my control.” Zelda nodded her thanks to him. “As for what you did here, in saving my family as well as the village, I would like to make you and those who travel with you, honorary champions of Redcliffe. You will always be a welcome guest in these halls. I will also do whatever I can to help you against the Blight.”
“Thank you, your grace,” said Zelda. “You are most kind.”
“We should speak of Loghain, Brother, and Howe,” Teagan said. He stood next to Eamon by the fire.
Eamon shook his head. “It seems as if I'm still dreaming. To think Loghain would do such things, and with Howe at his side. I have never known the two to get along, least of all to have a conversation that would end in this tragedy. Loghain is a sensible man, although I did notice a change in him after Maric died. Perhaps it was enough to finally hear the whispers of a snake.”
“I would have to agree,” said Teagan. “Loghain has changed since then. And I was there in Denerim when he announced his regency. All along Howe standing behind him, smirking.”
“That is why we need to get rid of him,” Zelda blurted. “He is probably controlling Loghain in the background. I can definitely see him being the mastermind behind all of it.”
Eamon considered for a moment. “Yes, but unfortunately it doesn’t matter who is pulling the strings. It is Loghain who we must stop. What’s more, we can scarce afford to fight this war to its bitter end.”
“What does that mean?” asked Arawin. “Are we not going to fight Loghain, then?”
“Oh we will,” said Eamon. “But not with swords, as our forces are not nearly as strong as Loghain’s. He has strength we cannot hope to match.”
“But what about the other nobles?” said Zelda. “They will unite under you, I know they will, especially once you tell them of how Loghain and Howe tried to kill you.”
“I could unite those opposing Loghain, yes. But not all oppose him. He has some very powerful allies. We have no time to wage a campaign against him. Someone must surrender if Ferelden is to have any chance at fighting the darkspawn. So there is only one other course we can take.”
Zelda straightened and looked at Eamon fully. “You’re going to call a Landsmeet, then?”
“Indeed,” Eamon nodded. “I know for a fact Loghain intends to keep his daughter, Anora, on the throne. It is the very reason why he took the regency in the first place, as well as to keep the country from going into total chaos. But with either Loghain or Anora in charge, we will never be able to acquire the power we need in order to unite the nobles and fight the darkspawn. In order to do that, we need someone with a stronger claim to the throne.”
“You're referring to me, then?” said Alistair timidly.
“I would not propose such a thing if we had an alternative. But the unthinkable has occurred.”
“Wow, wait a second,” said Arawin, her face full of shock. “You intend to put Alistair forward as king?”
“Don’t look so shocked, Arawin,” said Alistair.
“But you’ll be a terrible king!”
“Hey!”
“Don’t write him off so soon, Grey Warden,” said Eamon. “Alistair will do just fine. He has Theirin blood in him, which means he is up to the task.”
“I’m not so sure,” Alistair moaned. “I was told never to expect this, so how am I suppose to react? Becoming king was never one of my dreams. It was more like one of my nightmares.”
“I understand what you are saying,” Eamon said with compassion. “But it is still your responsibility. Without you, Loghain wins. I would have to support him for the sake of Ferelden. Is that what you want?”
“I... but I... no, my lord.”
“Then it is settled. I will call for a Landsmeet and we will gather in Denerim. There, Ferelden can decide who shall rule, one way or another. Then the business of fighting our true foe can begin. What say you to that, my friends? I do not wish to proceed without your blessing.”
“If you are in need of our aid,” said Zelda. “Then you will have it.”
“That is good to hear. I have no intentions of facing Loghain alone. With all of you by my side, then we should be strong enough to take him down.”
“But what about us?” Alistair questioned. “The bounty out for Grey Wardens? If we go to Denerim then we’ll be arrested on the spot.”
“The bounty has gone up to 200 sovereigns each,” said Teagan. “Howe is very determined to get a hold of the three of you.”
“Huh, 200 sovereigns?” Arawin laughed. “I’m surprised it hasn’t gone up more for all that we’ve done.”
“I wouldn’t doubt if it does. Howe has been spreading rumors that the Grey Wardens are gathering an army and are planning to over throw the crown and take over the country.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”
“Not necessarily,” said Eamon. “Alistair may be a Grey Warden, but we need to show he is Maric’s son first, and a Grey Warden second.”
“Although I see it the other way around,” Alistair muttered.
“And as for us going to Denerim with Eamon,” said Zelda. “We don’t have to worry too much. We'll be protected by the Landsmeet itself. No one will be able to touch us until it is over, and either we win, or Loghain calls for our execution.”
“Well that makes me feel all warm inside,” Arawin huffed. “Is this Landsmeet idea even going to work?”
“That depends,” said Eamon. “If we cannot gain a consensus in the Landsmeet for Alistair, we cannot afford to oppose Loghain either or the darkspawn.”
“So then we have no choice,” Zelda spoke. “Calling the Landsmeet is our only option.”
“Indeed, but it will take time, time that Ferelden may not have, but we don’t have much of a choice. As I send out the word that a Landsmeet will soon be called, I suggest you go ahead and gather the rest of your allies. You said that Orzammar was your last stop? That will take awhile, but it may be enough to gather our forces.”
“Indeed, your grace. We will leave immediately in order to acquire the dwarves’ aid.”
“Very well, I will start sending out the word. But before we proceed, I believe there is the matter of the mage... my son’s tutor. He still lives, I understand.”
“He does,” said Teagan. “He is in the dungeon, Brother. I will go fetch him.” Both Teagan and Cullen left to go retrieve Jowan. Esumi stayed behind and moved closer to Zelda. Zelda noticed she looked stricken and afraid of what might happen. When Teagan and Cullen returned, Jowan walked in between them, his head down and his arms bond in front by unseen rope.
“Jowan,” Eamon said fully facing the mage as they stopped him in front of the arl. “What you have done is not in question. You tried to assassinate me and set into motion a series of events that nearly destroyed everything I cherish. What have you to say in your own defense?”
Jowan looked up at him, his face long. “Nothing, my lord... other than to say I am sorry. I expect no mercy for what I have done.”
Esumi gasped, and placed her hand on her mouth. Zelda looked from her tear-filled eyes to Jowan’s and then to the arl. She stepped forward, and stood right next to the mage, straightening herself and looking determined. “Your grace,” she said. “I would like to say something on his behalf.”
“Then you may,” Eamon allowed.
“Jowan saved Connor’s life by confronting the demon in the Fade. He was also coerced by Loghain and Howe to poison you. They told him you were a threat to Ferelden and so he agreed, thinking he was doing something good for his country. So please, I ask you to let him go.”
Eamon sighed. “That may be so, but I’m afraid I can’t do that, Zelda. You know this. I shall forgive him what he did here for those very reasons you spoke, but unfortunately I cannot forgive him of being a blood mage. That is not in my power.”
“I understand,” Zelda said hanging her head. “So then I ask now that you give him to the Circle at least.”
“Yes,” said Cullen. “As a templar of the Circle, I would take him there myself and see that justice be done.”
“Very well,” said Eamon. “Cullen, I shall release Jowan into your custody. You shall take him back to the tower.”
“Thank you, your grace.” Cullen bowed and took Jowan by the arm and gently lead him away, but not before Esumi ran over and hugged Jowan in a tight embrace.
“Esumi, please,” Cullen said softly. “Don’t make this even harder.”
“Yes, Esumi, come on,” said Jowan. “It’s something that must be done.”
“I know,” Esumi said through her tears. She then released Jowan and wiped her eyes. “I love you both.”
Cullen patted her on the shoulder before taking Jowan again and leading him out the room. Esumi rejoined Zelda’s side.
“Don’t worry, Esumi,” said Zelda. “I’m still not giving up on him. Jowan will not be killed, I swear that to you.”
“I just hope you’re able to do it,” Esumi muttered.
“I’ll find a way.”
“I can see that he was a dear friend,” said Eamon as he looked down at Esumi.
“Yes, he still is,” she said. “He will always be my friend no matter what.”
“I see, then I hope you accept my apology, but unfortunately, these things must be done. But as for you, Esumi, because of what you did, keeping me alive and helping with my son, I would like to offer you a job here in the castle. The mage I had stationed here before was killed when the demon attacked, and I have always had at least one mage on staff. The position is yours if you like. I can think of no other mage I would want to be here more than you.”
Esumi stared at him, her eyes still red and puffy. “That is very kind of you, my lord, but I’m afraid I must decline. The Circle needs me right now, as there are very few mages left, and they will need my help to rebuild and train for the fight against the darkspawn.”
“That I understand,” Eamon smiled at her. “But just so you know, my offer still stands, and if you are unable to take it until after the Blight is dealt with, then so be it.”
“Again, you are too kind, my lord.”
“As for you, Grey Wardens, you are allowed to stay here as long as you wish. Treat this castle as your home.”
“Thank you, your grace,” said Zelda. “But if we're wanting to get the last treaty and start the Landsmeet as soon as possible, then we must leave as soon as we can. Tomorrow morning would be best.”
“At least we get to sleep in beds for once,” said Arawin. “Even if it is for one night.”
“Very well,” Eamon said. “Then I will have the servants prepare your rooms as well as get any supplies you may need for the morning. Again, I thank you for all you've done for me and my family. I only hope that what I can give you in return is enough to make up for it.”
***
The next morning everyone gathered at the docks, preparing boats for the journey each of them would be taking. Cullen prepared the one boat for him, Esumi, and Jowan that would take them back north, across the lake to the Circle Tower. Zelda, Arawin, and their friends helped to prepare three other, slightly larger boats for their own departure. They would head north as well, but then go west to the other side of the lake from the tower.
Eamon had come down with them. He had addressed the village, informing them that he was alive and was planning on helping the Grey Wardens with the Blight. The villagers had been very happy to finally see their arl well and were also equally glad to know he would be using his influence to help Zelda and her friends the best he could. They were also excited to see their heroes again, wanting to know everything that was going on and wondering why they were leaving once more. Zelda had to explain that they were not through dealing with the Blight, and needed to continue on.
As they prepared the boats, with the villagers helping as well, supplying them with food and anything else they may need for a trip through the mountains, Zelda made her way over to Esumi who was standing on the shore, watching the waves. She had wanted to speak with the mage ever since they had finished the meeting with the arl, but neither of them had seen each other since.
“Hey, Esumi,” Zelda said once she came beside her. “I just wanted to say-”
“You don’t have to say anything, Zelda,” Esumi said not turning her gaze from the lake. “I know you tried your best, and you were able to get the arl to forgive him, but there is nothing you can do about him using blood magic.”
“I beg to differ.”
The elf looked over at her. “He doesn’t want to be a Grey Warden.”
“Do you really think that’s all I have up my sleeve?” Zelda asked.
“What else is there? Right now there is no king to hear his plight, and the way the system is set up, blood mages don’t even get a trial. It’s straight to death.”
Zelda kicked a stone that was embedded in the sand. It rolled out and into the water as the tide began to lift. “I still have you,” she said. “And Keiven.” This made Esumi cock her eyebrow.
“And what can we do about it?”
“You’re Irving’s favorite student, right? Well, I’m sure if you pleaded to him to spare Jowan’s life at least until the Blight was over, then he may consider it.”
“I’m not exactly sure I get your meaning.”
“The Circle has suffered a major hit. There are very few mages left, and I’m going to need every last one to help defeat the darkspawn. All you need to do is convince Irving to keep Jowan long enough to have him help.”
“I now get what you mean, but Irving isn’t the only one that needs convincing. Greagoir is really the one that decides Jowan’s fate, and trying to convince that man to spare a blood mage will be nearly impossible. And please don’t ask Cullen to do it, he’s already going to be in enough trouble as it is.”
“How so?”
“By staying here. He was suppose to go back with Irving, and even got a letter from Greagoir asking why he stayed. He sent a message back saying that Jowan was in the castle dungeons and he was going to take him into custody and bring him back to the tower. Greagoir then sent another message that he would need to bring him back right away, but of course, Cullen never did.”
Zelda thought for a moment. “Does he have an excuse?”
“Not really, but I’m sure he'll think of something. He always does.”
“Well, I wouldn’t worry too much about Greagoir,” said Zelda. “Just give him this, and everything should be fine.” She handed Esumi a sealed envelope. The elf took it and stared.
“What’s this?”
“A letter from me, nothing more. Just give it to him.”
“I’m not exactly sure what you wrote, but I hope it works. And I really hope what you plan on doing to save Jowan after the Blight works as well. Thank you, Zelda. Even if you fail and Jowan dies, at least you tried your best.”
“I told you, I wasn’t giving up. Both you and my brother seem to love him very much, and he is a good man at heart. Just because he made a few mistakes doesn’t mean he should die for them, especially not when he worked so hard to save the arl’s family.”
“Speaking of your brother,” Esumi said smiling as she put the letter away within her belt. “I know he’s going to kill me when we get back. I’ve been getting messages from him too, and they aren’t very happy.”
“Keiven will get over it,” Zelda laughed. “He may be mad now, but I’m sure once he sees you, he’ll jump into your arms and forgive you.”
“I’m sure, and I can’t wait to see him again. It’ll be nice to be back at the tower.”
The two women stared back out over the lake, soon being joined by two templars. Cullen placed his hands on Esumi’s shoulders while Alistair took Zelda’s hand in his.
“So, is everything ready?” Esumi asked Cullen.
“Almost. I just need to go get Jowan from the dungeons now. Esumi, are you going to be okay about this?”
Turning to him, Esumi looked into his eyes and stroked his check, half smiling. “It’ll be fine,” she said. “Everything will work out, I know it will. So let’s go get him together.” She took one last glance at Zelda before pulling Cullen along. Zelda and Alistair watched them go before glancing back at each other.
“So what about us?” said Zelda. “How much longer before we can head out?”
“We’re just waiting on a few more things,” said Alistair. “But other than that, we’re ready. I’d say we could set out within the hour.”
“That’s good, because I want to get going as soon as possible.”
It wasn’t long before everyone was ready and eager to head out. Esumi and Cullen returned with Jowan in tow, his arms still bound in front by an invisible force. He was also back in his apprentice mage robes, but Zelda noticed they were cleaner and that someone had also stitched the rips and tares. She also noticed Jowan didn’t seem defeated, but instead happy. Esumi was next to him, whispering in his ear and smiling. Zelda wondered if Esumi had told him their plan, or if she was just trying to make Jowan feel better about what was happening. Either way, Zelda liked to see Jowan smile.
Soon it was time to leave and everyone gathered around the docks to say their farewells. Esumi, Cullen, and Jowan got into their boat first, with Cullen in the back and Esumi in the front with Jowan in the middle. Zelda and Alistair, along with Leliana and Wynne, took one of the three boats, while Arawin, Zevran, and Morrigan took the second. Sten with the two dogs took the third boat, as it was the largest and would carry most of their supplies.
They all set out together, making their way across the lake with the help of the mages as they used the wind to blow them north. It wasn’t until they came to the middle of the lake that they separated; Esumi, Cullen, and Jowan heading east, going straight for the tower that was just on the horizon. Everyone else turned west, soon coming to the shore and docking their boats. They docked them in the spot Eamon had suggested so his men could go and claim them later on. Soon they had the boats unpacked and evened out the supplies amongst themselves. They all then faced the mountains that loomed in the west and kicked up their feet.

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age: Origins
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