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Chapter 8
Cirilonde had just left the Arch-Mage's Quarters and leaned against the wall, sighing and rubbing her temples as her head was pounding still, if not worse. She had no idea where to start, but figured it was best to find Ganir first, who was in his room with a bag of ice on his head, grumbling and swearing.
"Before you ask, the fetcher paralyzed me and threw me in the n'chow broom closet of all things. Hit my head on the shelf in the process. Yes. It hurts." Cirilonde gestured for him to pull the bag of ice away and after she had a look, she cast a healing spell on the cut.
"Good thing you're already living impaired. That could've hurt you quite badly."
"Very funny." He grumbled, but then shrugged. "Though I suppose I earned it because I almost dislocated his shoulder and held a dagger to his back while we had a little chat."
"You did what?!" She had smacked him over the head before she even realized she had done so, startling herself. Yet, she was still angry he would antagonize someone who could be incredibly dangerous. "You fool!"
"I was trying to protect you!" Ganir snapped in his defense. "But I see he found you anyway. What did the Arch-Mage want?"
Cirilonde sat down next to him on the bed with a sigh. "We are in big trouble. With all this commotion, I need to find a suitable moment to speak with Master Tolfdir, but he's either been surrounded by students or at Saarthal." She then looked at him. " We need to keep a close eye on Ancano. This whole situation has alerted him and now that this Psijic Monk showed up, he'll be ever more watchful. We'll stick to lying low until I can approach Tolfdir safely."
Ganir looked at his hands after removing the bag of ice and he had clearly been contemplating what he was about to say, though he was hesitant about it. "Ciri...I really don't like where any of this is going. Maybe it's best we leave."
"If we walk away from this, we'll keep walking and it's all we...well, I have done ever since I got here!"
"This isn't our problem, Ciri." She looked away from his intense, red eyes.
"It is my concern, Ganir. If you wish to walk away, then do so, but you can't run from the fact you're Dragonborn." Cirilonde wasn't sure why he'd hurt him so, but she didn't want to leave.
Ganir ran a hand through his thick, black mane of hair and winced when he hit the tender spot where she'd just smacked him. "I...I didn't come to Skyrim to dive in from one hell to another, and I've been there for a while. I came here to find a cure. Maybe live a normal life, grow old and maybe at last die peacefully." He looked away from Cirilonde's eyes, which had softened. "I'm tired of it. I've seen enough death and if we stick around, it will all happen again. I don't want to loose you too."
"Ganir..." Cirilodne reached for his face and made him look at her. She had never, even one moment, thought about him, or ow he felt. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea...Please, tell me."
He chuckled bitterly. "You sure you wanna hear an old man's story?" When she nodded, he squeezed her hand in appreciation and then pondered. "Where to begin...? I was born in the Third Era with a father unknown to me and my mother but a mere, lowly servant. I got by, until I stole from the wrong person; Dunsalipal Dun-Ahne, the Morag Tong Master Assassin of the Sadrith More chapter..."
Ganir told Cirilonde how Dunsalipal had taken him in and trained Ganir into a skilled assassin over the course of the years. It all went awry when a House Telvanni Wizard Lord hired the Morag Tong, and Ganir was given the writ, to assassinate a certain 'Nerevarine' who sought to become the Hortator of all Morrowind Great Houses.
It went awry, as the Dark Brotherhood was after the Nerevarine as well. Ganir got caught in a skirmish with the Dark Brotherhood assassin and the Nerevarine got away. When Ganir returned to Sadrith Mora, he found the Morag Tong guild hall burnt to ashes and his mother hanging dead from a tree.
Burned on revenge, he went to Cyrodiil where the Dark Brotherhood had a strong hold, but apparently the Dark Brotherhood had expected his coming and after probably bribing the city guard, Ganir got imprisoned and would be executed no doubt, but one night, the Emperor came to his cell. Cirilonde listened to his tale, her breath taken away. He was the Hero of Kvatch!
"In the aftermath of the crisis, all I wanted was to get away and find some peace, but the Dark Brotherhood found me. Vicente gave me the 'gift' of eternal life, assuming I would bleed to death."
There was a brief silence, until Cirilonde wiped some strands from his face. She had read all about the Oblivion Crisis. There had been so much death in the wake of the invading Daedra. "I had no idea. I'm sorry. I've thanked you, but not once considered you since we got here. I'm a terrible friend."
"You're not. I just wanted you to understand." He stood up. "I will do this. I will help you. But I will not involve myself with this Dragonborn business. The sooner that Eye is gone, the better we can focus on finding a cure."
"That's okay. Thank you." The Dark Elf was quite taken aback when she held him, but he returned the embrace with a chuckle. "And we'll find it."
Cirilonde held up to her promise and between classes, she tried to delve further into researching vampires and a potential cure, but she found it incredibly hard to focus as she felt so tired, drained and the headache just wouldn't go away. Even after casting a healing spell, it wasn't long before it would return again. She also noticed quite the change in Ancano's behaviour and pattern, or rather, she hardly saw him. From what she and Ganir had gathered, he kept to himself in his room and was studying the Eye of Magnus late at night. But anything between the times where he was seen and known to be, he would be gone for hours, nowhere to be found on College grounds until he would randomly appear in the Hall of Countenance or the Arcaneum, muttering to himself.
Cirilonde realized that time was growing more and more of the essence as the Eye was affecting everyone. People were tired, irritable and had trouble focusing if not completely enthralled with the damned object. When she saw Tolfdir enter the Hall of Elements, she got up and walked away from Collete Maren's Restoration class after excusing herself.
"Master Tolfdir, it is urgent I speak with you." she said.
"I just got back from Saarthal, dear. I am rather tired." Tolfdir indeed looked like he was about to fall asleep, his eyes looked like they were about to fall shut and there were dark rings under them.
"You've been telling me this for days," she glared at him. "I need to know about the Augur of Dunlain."
Tolfdir let out an uncharacteristic, irritated sigh. "You won't give up, will you?"
"The Arch-Mage will have my head, but...The Augur of Dunlain can be found in the Midden, below the College. He was once a student, but an unfortunate incident left him nor dead or alive, but still he's here."
"Where is this...Midden?" she really didn't want to press Tolfdir too much, but she had too.
"There's a hatch to it under the stairwell in the Hall of Countenance. Stay away from the Labyrinth...a story for another time, and stick to the path of the College's foundation." Tolfdir shook his head as Cirilonde hurried off, looking around before she snuck into the Hall of Countenance to make sure no one saw her or was following her.
"It simply must be possible. He is wrong. I will have it." Cirilonde dove into a nearby room and hid behind the door. Through a crack, she could see Ancano pacing about. Aside from the determination in his eyes, he looked like he hadn't eaten or slept properly since the Eye had come. "Yes, it will have answers. I know it."
He then walked out the Hall of Countenance and Cirilonde hurried to the hatch and climbed down the rickety, wooden latter, into the Midden.
The Midden was a dark and grim place. Where its walls weren't glazed over with a layer of ice, it was covered in mold, cobwebs and the place was littered with remnants of rituals and experiments of which she didn't want to know whether they were successful or not, but judging by the spatters of old, dried blood and burn marks, she shuddered to think.
She followed Tolfdir's directions, but the door she found to where the Augur was said to be, remained locked. She leapt back, startled, when an odd, blue light was visible from under the crack of the door and came closer.
"There is no solace in knowing what is to come. There is no help for you here and your perseverance will only lead you to disappointment." Cirilonde knew the voice had come from behind the door, but it echoed serenely through the whole College's foundations as though it was a part of it.
"Please, if you are the Augur of Dunlain, I beg of you. I need your help." Cirilonde's voice cracked. She realized that up until now, she had been running away from everything and now that she was about to speak with this...Augur, she realized how scared she had been of the truth that just maybe none of this would end well, just as Ganir had feared.
"Persistent...Very well. You may enter." The door was opened by an unseen force and revealed a round, ice-covered chamber bathed in white-blue light. Cirilonde squinted her eyes to let them adjust to the sudden brightness.
"Are you the Augur of Dunlain?" she asked te glowing bll of energy, which floated and hummed serenely in the center of the room before her. She wasn't sure what or who she had expected the Augur to be or look like, but this was definately not it, nor did it even seem possible.
"I am that which you have been seeking. Your efforts are in vain, however as it has already begun. But those who have sent you have not told you what they seek. What you seek."
"And what is it that I am seeking, Augur?" Though she had been respectful, she wondered what fate had befallen this poor soul divines knew how long ago.
"You seek that which all who wield magic seek. Knowledge. You shall find that knowledge will corrupt. It will destroy. It will consume...You seek meaning; shelter in knowledge. You will not find it. The Thalmor sought the same thing and it shall lead to his end as it has so many others."
"The Thalmor?" Cirilonde furrowed her brow. "Do you mean Ancano?"
"He has sought my knowledge as well, through different questions." She wasn't sure if the Augur was capable of thought, but judging by the hum and pulse of his appearance, he seemed to be thinking. "Your path...differs from most. You are being guided and pushed towards something. It is a good path, travelled by few, that can save your College and because of that, I will tell you what you need to know to continue down that path."
Cirilonde swallowed, shivering. She had seen Ancano earlier and judging by his appearance and the general effects of the Eye, she feared that Ancano was in way over his head as well and she wondered how he knew about the Augur.
How long before the rest of the College follows? Everyone's been on edge and acting weird.
"Please, tell me, what do I need?"
"You, and those aiding you, wish to know more about the Eye of Magnus. You wish to avoid the disaster of which you are not yet aware. To see through Magnus' Eye without being blinded, you require his staff. Events now spiral quickly towards the inevitable center, so you must act with haste. Take this knowledge to your Arch-Mage. Now...Go."
Cirilonde had so many more questions, but the Augur of Dunlain faded away into nothingness, seeping into the College's foundations like it had never been there. Whatever fate had befallen him, he indeed wasn't alive or dead, but very much bound to the College and its fate. Perhaps that's why he helped her. She could feel his energy linger, weakened, and she guessed that their conversation had cost him a lot of energy.
Cirilonde made her way back to the Hall of Countenance and found it quiet. She peered into the rooms and made her way to the Hall of Elements. She was rather surprised to see the Arch-Mage present there, who was studying the Eye.
"Arch-Mage Aren...I have important news. Do you have a moment?" she asked him. He too, looked tired, but still calm.
"Really?" he turned to her, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what might that be?"
"I know this sounds crazy, but I've spoken with the Augur of Dunlain, and he told me that we require the Staff of Magnus."
The Arch-Mage wasn't too pleased 'someone' had told her about the Augur's existance, being rather protective of him, but at the same time, he was impressed, because the Augur wouldn't speak to just anyone. "Did you now? And he specifically mentioned the Staff of Magnus? I am most pleased with your initiative, but someone will have to follow up on this...."
Aside from the look he'd given her, Cirilonde already knew that by 'we' he meant 'her'. "So, where do we go from here?"
"A most pleasing attitude." He nodded approvingly. "Something as specific as the Staff of Magnus..." He stroked his beard, tugging at the tip and furrowing his brow in thought. "I recall Mirabelle mentioned it to me recently..."
Cirilonde made to thank the Arch-Mage and get to business right away, when he put his hand on her shoulder. "Wait." She turned and watched him remove an amulet from around his neck, which he gave to her. "You have shown exponential growth in such a short time since your arrival. You remind me of my younger self..." His eyes held a sadness as his memories briefly took hold of him. "This amulet proved to be invaluable for me years ago. May it serve you well now."
Cirilonde looked at the silver, jeweled amulet, awed by its craftsmanship and its enchantment. "You honor me Arch-...Savos. Thank you."
Savos Aren smiled. "Azura guide you, Journeyman. Go. Find Mirabelle."
After asking and looking around, she found Mirabelle outisde, leaning against the statue and rubbing her temples. "This headache is killing me...Urgh..." she then looked up, still irritable. "What is it, Cirilonde?"
"Savos...I mean, the Arch-Mage...he told me to find you as he mentioned you recently discussed the Staff of Magnus with him."
"Figured you'd come asking about it after the Synod did," she snorted. "We don't have it."
"I know, but...the Synod were looking for it too, here in Skyrim?" This troubled Cirilonde. After the Mages Guild was disbanded, the Synod came to be, though they were more focused on their political motives to gain power, rather than seeking and providing knowledge. If they were trying to find, or closing in to finding the Staff of Magnus...This is getting way out of control!
"They thought we stored it here in a cupboard or something...fools." Mirabelle spat. "I'm sorry. I'm just...Not well. They left after they realized we really didn't have it and they mentioned an expedition to Mzulft; a Dwemer ruin to the South-East of Windhelm."
Mirabelle was so kind to show Cirilonde where it was on the map she had been given by Urag and after thanking her, she hurried to find Ganir, who was piling through the countless books and documents on legends, tales and journal fragments on vampires and vampirism.
After Cirilonde had given him a summary in a hushed tone, he got up. "All right, let me get my things and get going."
"I don't know if that's wise," she stopped him. "I mean, have you seen Ancano?" Cirilonde's eyes shot around the Arcaneum. Though she couldn't see anyone close, she had the feeling someone was watching them.
"I have..." Ganir wasn't sure why Cirilonde would give a damn about the Thalmor's well-being, but his behaviour since the Eye could be considered a mildy, disturbing obsession. "Maybe the Eye will drive him mad and he'll jump off the bridge."
Cirilonde wasn't too amused by that. "I need you to stay here and keep an eye on things. Things are going to get out of control no matter what we do, and fast. I know I'm asking a lot of you, but Ancano can't be left unattended while this damned Eye is wrecking all of us down."
"I will kill him if he tries anything." Ganir warned her.
"Don't. If we hurt him, the Thalmor will come looking and they can't know anything about this. So when I say 'watch' him, I mean 'don't hurt him." I'm going to Mzulft, which is South-East of Windhelm. The Synod are there and should be able to tell me more about the Staff of Magnus."
Ganir knew right away just by the name, that Mzulft was a Dwemer ruin. He'd had plenty of experience delving into those for his targets, who would often hide there. "Be careful Ciri. I will come for you if it takes too long."
The spear-length icicles that dangled from the bottom of the bridge to the College plummeted down into the river far below as the hooves of Cirilonde's dappled mare, Fiona, stomped down on the stone as she raced against time to find Mzult. The cold, bitter wind slapped her in the face and the snow was crushed below the horse's hooves if not sent flying as she stormed down the roads and eventually, the tricky, slippery trial up to the ancient, Dwemer ruin.
Savos Aren looked out the windows of his quarters. The shadow of the Arcane Eye embedded in the glass cast a shadow on the floor in the entry hall to his chambers. He watched Cirilonde climb on her horse and race off across the bridge. His hands trembled and he swallowed, overwhelmed with an age-old guilt that tore at him still. Yet, here she was, as promising as he had been, except where he had failed, she was fighting against the odds thrown against her and doing what she could, even though she had all the means and reasons not too.
"Come on, we're finally here! Let's not waste any more time!" said a young, enthusiastic Savos Aren.
Takes-In-LIght, an older, Argonian (LIzard-folk of Black Marsh) female, peered up at the magnificent, but eerie and foreboding entrance to the ruins of Labyrinthian where the six Winterhold College students had travelled too in search of adventure, treasure and glory. "Are we truly sure this is a good idea?"
Atmah, a pretty, young Redguard waved her hand dismissively. "We'll be back at the College before anyone even knows we're gone."
Girduin, a burly Nord fellow, snorted. "You would care about that since you're the Arch-Mage's favourite!"
Savos' lips curled as he teased the Redguard. "Don't forget, this whole idea was Atmah's to begin with."
"Let's just get inside," said Hafnar, a tall, gaunt, Nord fellow. "See what's in there."
Savos Aren and his fellow students pulled at the torc that opened the ancient, stone door that led itno the ruin and they were amazed, taken aback by the tomb's entry hall. Though most had decayed, what remained showed how ancient it was and was but a promise of what they could perhaps find here. He squeezed the hand of Elvali Veren, a fellow Dunmer sorceress he had grown most fond of in his short time at the College and she seemed to like him just as much. They would spend hours together talking about Mournhold, the city of magic, which he'd wanted to visit.
"I can't believe we're doing this." She couldn't hold her excitement and grinned wide.
"Can you imagine the looks on their faces when we come back?" Savos grinned just as wide.
"You keep talking like you're sure we'll find something useful in here." Hafnar kicked the shard of an urn away, thus far not impressed.
"Enchanted weapons. Tomes of ancient knowledge. Shalidor's secrets themselves...Who knows what we oculd find!" Savos wouldn't let the Nord kill the buzz. This was amazing!
"And what if...What if there are things guarding this place?" Takes-In-LIght wasn't necessarily scared, but she was well-informed about the potential dangers within places such as these.
"Against six, College-trained mages?" Atmah laughed. "We'll be fine!"
Savos would never forget the soulless, wicked and empty eye-sockets of the skeleton dragon, nor would he ever forget the soul-tearing shrieks of pure agony and horror as Girduin was torn to shreds by the monster. Nor would Savos forget any of their faces, because he couldn't, as one by one, his friends met their end in all kinds of terrible, gruesome ways at the hands of the horrors within Labyrinthian. But he kept urging them to go on, convinced that it would all be worth it in the end.
Savos looked down at the ancient, Nordic steel ring in his hands he had ripped from the entrance to Labyrinthian. From the very moment the Eye had been unearthed, he'd had a sense of Déjà vu, but he had puhsed it to the back of his head until the Eye had reached out to him one night and he was all too familiar with its energy. It was the same, intrusive and magical, intelligent energy he had felt when he had been in Labyrinthian so long ago...
A sudden crackle and rumble like a thundering shockwave tore him from his musings as the College's walls shook. "What in Azura's name waas that?! I swear...PHIINIS!" He bellowed. "If you are trying to combine multiple Atronachs into one again...!" he made to stomp down the stairs and give Phinis a good whatfor, when he met a distraught Mirabelle halfway.
"Savos...! It's Ancano!" she cried. "I tried to stop him and keep him away from the Eye, but he's completely lost it! We have to stop him before he-,"
They held on to the walls as not to tumble down the stone steps as the walls were shaken again, this time much harder and a bone-chilling, unnatural shriek was heard. They wasted no time and rushed down the stairs. Savos wasn't even sure how at his age, he hadn't tripped.
"What in Nirn...Tolfdir, what in Azura's name happened?!" Savos hurried to Tolfdir, who struggled to get up as he'd been thrown out of the Hall of Elements by the terrible, whirling and chaotic energy of the Eye, which no blocked the entrance to the Hall of Elements.
"Are you all right, Tolfdir?" Mirabelle asked as she and Savos helped him get up. Aside from the nasty scrapings on his arms and legs, he seemed to be all right, other than visibly shaken. "What's going on? Where is Ancano?"
"I tried to stop him, I swear it!" Tolfdir's voice shook. He was so upset. "He wouldn't even look at me, nor did he seem to hear me. He has completely lost it and the moment I tried to get anywhere near him, the Eye...I jsut...He's in there. We have to stop him!"
"What in Oblivion happened?" Ganir asked as he had stormed in with Brelyna, Onmund and J'Zhargo. They'd just been practicing warding and destruction spells when everything went haywire.
"You three." Mirabelle pointed to Onmund, J'Zhargo and Brelyna. "I need you to gather all students and get them to the Hall of Countenance. For this situation, you are allowed to enter. Ganir, I need you to fetch Faralda for me and be on the look out for Cirilonde...What are you three waiting for? GO!"
"Again, what in the blazing hells is going on?" Ganir asked again. "Is the Eye unstable or someting?"
"No, it's Ancano." Mirabelle growled. "We need to figure out a way to get that ward down before it bings the whole College down on us. Go, Ganir!"
Every few minutes or so, the walls of the College would be shaken and Ganir waited near the College's gates, often contemplating to head back and check, but he knew he'd be of no use and that Savos, Mirabelle and Tolfdir would keep everything under control.
Winterhold's villagers, however, seemed to think otherwise and came looking with the guards. Phinis had come to Ganir's aid and summoend two most intimidating Frost Atronachs to keep the villagers, guards and Jarl back, who were forced to disperse as Cirilonde finally returned and cried for everyone to get out of her way and though Fiona was exhausted, the mare kept galloping at full speed across the bridge.
Blood from Decimius coated her robes. She had no time to think abut what she'd done just yet, because the moment she ralized the Oculory (which she had set ablaze) could register the Eye over such a great distance, she knew that things had gone from bad to worse and upon closing in to Winterhold, this fear was confirmed as she could sense the rippling energy waves.
She threw the doors to the Hall of Elements open and waas greeted by the sight of Savos Aren and Mirabelle Ervine who struggled against the same energy she had seen when Tolfdir and she had first found the orb.
"Just what is he doing inthere? How is Ancano even doing this?" Mirabelle's hand was pushed away from the barrier the moment it got too close.
"I don't care what it is. I want it down. NOW!" Savos' voice was filled with calm rage. He turned to Cirilonde and nodded at her. "It's good to see you back. Assist us. If we pressure this barrier enough, we should be able to get it down. I will get to the bottom of this. I assure you!"
Cirilonde joined the Arch-Mage and Master Wizard and combining their forces, they gave everything they had; blasting frost, flame and shock at the barrier, which finally gave when they thought it was futile and they ran out of strength and willpower to cast.
Though their minds and bodies had been pushed over their limits, they ran into the Hall of Elements and saw that Ancano indeed had been tampering with the Eye, except, it had turned on him and in his weakened state, the Eye had taken possession of him. A wicked, jagged crackle of lightning joined the Thalmor with the Eye and though it was most likely futile, he struggled in an attempt to break free, which wasn't noticed right away by the Arch-Mage who marched to him.
"Ancano I command you to stop this at once!"
Mirabelle's eyes widened in horror and she shielded Cirilonde because the moment Savos Aren got too close to Ancano, the Eye of Magnus showed its true, wicked nature as it opened. A bright, white light filled the entire room, blinding everyone and again that terrible, terrible shreak was heard and they were blown away by a new, thundering wave of energy.
When Cirilonde came too, she found herself in pain as she'd been through against the wall and had fallen on the ground. She felt the blood seep from her nose and a nasty deep cut in her cheek. Slowly and aching, she lift herself off the floor and looked at Mirabelle, who sat slumped, but alive against a pillar next to Cirilonde. She seemed all right despite a bit roughed up. "Thank the Divines you're alive." she sighed with relief. "Can you get up?"
"I...I can." Cirilonde crawled to her knees. "What happened?"
"I don't know...Ancano is doing something with that...that thing. The Eye..." Mirabelle suddenly only now seemed to come too her senses. "We can't stop him!" She looked around in panic. "Savos! Where is Savos? SAVOS!"
Cirilonde looked at the entrance to the College and saw that the door had been obliterated to smithereens and Ganir came running in. He looked furious with his face set in a snarl and his eyes seemed ablaze in its glow. "Ancano you you n'chow Thalmor s'wit!" He roared. "Ciri? Ciri?! Wehre are you?!"
"I'm here...Where is the Arch-Mage? Have you seen him?" Cirilonde took Ganir's hand as he helped her up and a chill ran down her spine when she looked him in the eyes.
"He's dead..." He replied. "I saw it happen. He flew through the door and was slammed into the statue."
They didn't even get a chance to grief as Tolfdir ran into the Hall of Elements as fast as his old age permitted him. "Mirabelle, we have a huge problem.The village of Winterhold...I don't know what happened, but it's been run over by...by anomalies of some sort!"
"Take care of it then!" Mirabelle snapped. She groaned and shook her head. "This is hopeless...We're doomed."
"We're not!" Cirilonde said. "I know where I can find the Staff of Magnus. It's in Labyrinthian. I came back here before rushing into anything."
"Labyrinthian, huh?" Mirabelle frantically sought for it in the pockets of her robes. Surely, she hadn't lost it? No, there it was. Her fingers wrapped around the ancient, steel ring. "Savos gave this to me. Said to give it to you in case something happened...I...I think he knew..." Tears ran freely down Mirabelle's cheeks. she'd wanted to maintain her composure but the pain from Savos' loss was immense when it hit her.
Cirilonde took the ring from Mirabelle, not sure of its use but she was sure she'd figure it out. The Arch-mage knew what he'd been doing. "There's no time to waste." she said to Ganir. "We have to leave immediately and get that staff before that Eye destroys us all."
"Before Ancano destroys us all." Ganir's spat, glaring at Ancano through the blur of the teal storm of energy. As Ganir and Cirilonde stormed out of Winterhold on horseback once more, they saw how Faralda, Phinis, Drevis and Tolfdir took care of the magical anomalies that had spawned out of seemingly nowhere. They were forced to duck for cover as the anomalies even made to lung e at them, but thankfully, they made their escape and headed for Labyrinthian, which as South-East of Morthal.
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