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A Hero and a Goddess	By : Datsexypootisburdtho Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 2286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda, Fire Emblem, or any associated media. All rights belong to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems, and I make no money from this story.

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Why is it that no matter where he went, trouble always seemed to find him without fail? A sigh escaped him as he rose from his seat in the corner of the tavern he'd been staying at, and made his way over to yet another bandit with more muscle than brains. Really, at least sweep the room before you stood in the center and demanded that everyone hand over their valuables immediately. 'Just once, just once, I'd like to run into a bandit that isn't painfully idiotic.'

The burly man noticed his approach far too late, and with ease Link ducked under the horizontal swipe that was meant to remove his head. Well, to open his throat up at least. Given how dull that axe looked, he would have been in more danger from whatever diseases such an open wound could incur. A gloved fist shot up faster than anyone around could perceive, and the soon-to-be unconscious man's eyes widened just before he was sent flying through the open door of the tavern, his nose broken horribly and several teeth scattered along the ground. Well, what do you know? He looked better like that.

Damn shame his friends didn't agree though. The blonde man debated on using his sword or not as he bobbed and weaved around several axe swings, but that might have made things a bit too unfair. Link lashed out with a kick into the knee of a bald ruffian, and despite himself he winced when he saw the way the man's leg bent. Another kick silenced his cries of pain. A quick twist ensured a blow landed on his shield and not his spine, which left the poor bandit open to a rather mean strike to his solar plexus. Three down, two more to go.... "Look boys, I'll let you off easy. Get your friends, get out, and quit this life. Any luck and you won't end up dead in a ditch somewhere." he rasped, voice a little weak and scruffy from lack of use.

He didn't expect any of them to listen of course, and he shook his head as the final two glanced at each other before they charged, weapons raised and a battle cry on their lips. Guess you really can't fix stupid.... but you can render it unconscious. Link felt a little bad about just how loud a sound their heads made when he cracked them together, but they did bring it on themselves after all. Maybe he would have been more careful about the force he used when he was a good ten or so years younger and less world weary, but they chose to try and assault their fellow man. Better that such a beating was laid on their heads than innocent folk.

With practiced ease he downplayed his actions to the best of his ability and refused any gifts the village tried to give him, though he did accept a free meal here and there. Not that he planned on walking away without giving them some form of payment, but he had learned when to stand his ground as far as that particular argument went. Namely, play along and leave the money in secret, where by the time they found it he was already long gone. Link's idealism had taken some damage over the years, yes, but his fundamental nature had not changed.

The next morning saw his departure from the village before any of the inhabitants had even begun to stir, and he did as he had done ever since he arrived in this new land. Follow the road until he felt like stopping. A map had yet to be procured, so all he had to go by were the ones scattered across the various towns that dotted the countryside. The Hylian could have made his way to a city by now if he wanted, but his more rural upbringing had instilled some small wariness of such places in him. Not that Link didn’t enjoy the fun one that could be found in cities, but peace and quiet was harder to find there.

A slow exhale of breath escaped him as he wandered off into the woods that sat on the outskirts of the small farmland outside of the village, and with a slow breath he called upon one of his newest tricks he had picked up. A long while spent with a tribe of ancient Sheikah well outside of Hyrule’s borders had…. enlightened Link to certain aspects of himself that he would have never known otherwise. Such as the nature behind his ability to wield the Master Sword, and what ties the Triforce of Courage had to him.

In the end all but one had fallen prey to a darkness the likes of which he’d never seen before, even if it had paled in comparison to Ganon’s power. When he’d stepped foot inside the accursed…. Twilight, for lack of a better term, he found himself transfigured into a gleaming, golden wolf. The elders of the tribe did mention something about his soul being that of a heroic, almost divine, beast. Once Link resolved the issue and buried the dead, he found that he could still take on that form, and utilize the heightened senses thereof. He could even talk to animals! Wasn’t that a fun little discovery.

With a grin his Hylian body gave way to a canine with a golden coat of fur that practically shimmered in the sunlight, and he loped his way into the wood in search of game. Thankfully his taste buds changed with the rest of him, or else he would have been rather annoyed to constantly shift back and forth between forms to cook and eat his kills. Trying to eat a fish raw the one time was more than enough for him, thank you.

His ears picked up on the sound of a river long before he could lay eyes upon it, and Link broke into a run towards the water. His paws made nary a sound as he made his way forward, and in his mind he noted spots where animals gathered as he all but flew by. It still felt…. awkward, to kill and eat the beings that he could now converse with, but a man had to eat. And his appetite was far too large to suddenly switch to being a vegetarian. He hated the taste of collard greens and cauliflower anyway.

Eventually he came within sight of the river, and paused before he cleared the line of shrubbery that lay between him and the flowing water. There was….. perhaps the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen in his life in the stream, relaxed against a rocky outcrop and devoid of any clothing whatsoever. Her long hair pooled around her body, and he momentarily cursed his eyes, the color wasn’t exactly easily made out. It could be silver, lavender, he just was not able to tell. And it bugged him far more than it really should.

Despite how a more instinctive, feral part of his mind protested, Link shifted back into his Hylian form and quietly walked to the edge of the water. The last thing he wanted to do was startle the woman, and have accusations and who knows what else flung at him. With his back turned towards her form, he pulled a fishing rod from the enchanted pouch at his side, and silently began to see what he could find. How long he sat there, his mind split between focusing on his task and thoughts of the bathing beauty behind him, he did not know for sure.

What he did know is that she gasped when she saw him, and quickly moved behind the rock to try and preserve her modesty. “H-How long have you been there?!” She called out, shock and a slight twinge of fear in her voice.

“...... not very long, I’d say. About…. 25 minutes, if I had to guess. For the record, I didn’t even know you were there until you said something just now, not that you’re likely to believe me of course.” she paused and flushed slightly, a little annoyed at how he predicted her lack of faith in his words. Of course, Link had known of her presence before he sat down to fish, but what she didn’t know couldn't hurt him. He hoped.

“.... let’s say I believe you. Do you mean to say that you just… sat down and cast a line without a care? No thought to the woman behind you in the water?” While she was far from her mother in terms of cynicism, Ishtar was no fool. She’d grown used to being leered at and ogled whenever men could get away with it, so to encounter a stranger who supposedly could not be bothered to do either was….. hard to believe, to say the least. “Do you even know who owns these lands?”

“Nope. Heard some people in the village about… a couple miles due south mention something about an ‘Empire’, but other than that? Lady, I don’t know a damn thing about this place. I’m just a wanderer, I go where the road takes me.” …. perhaps he wasn’t lying? His tone and body language failed to strike her as a man who wanted to deceive her, and Ishtar had long since learned how to pick up on those things. She had to, the world of politics wasn’t one where you could remain ignorant of them and survive for very long.

“.... so if I were to come out from behind the rock and dry myself…” Well, time to see just how well this man would keep to his word. If he was to be believed about how long he had been there, then he had ample opportunity to take advantage of her current state. Who knows, maybe there were still a few honorable men here and there.

“I wouldn’t turn around unless I absolutely had to.” Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to do so, as that meant she had either injured herself somehow, or was in some form of danger….. which, if the sound of something large that crushed the brush under its feet as it approached was any indication, she was. “Speaking of that, I advise you to get down. Now.” Much as he didn’t like it, his only option to reach her in time was to transform, and with a snarl his clothes faded into the gleaming, golden fur of his wolf form as he leaped forward.

Violet eyes widened in shock as the world seemed to slow down, and a beast covered with a black, vile smoke crashed through the brushline and charged right towards her. The top half looked like… a twisted, corrupted man with the head of a lion and the rest was the body of… a horse? ‘By the gods, what is that thing?’ Ishtar tried to take aim with a thunder spell, she really did, but with lack of a tome to serve as a focus, and the sudden nature of the beasts appearance, there was no time. Hopefully it wouldn’t hurt too badly…

But before she was able to do more than avert her eyes and prepare to be flattened underneath enormous hooves, a large, golden wolf at least half the size of the thing slammed itself into the flank of the creature. Loud, vicious snarling reached her ears as the two beasts tumbled past her wet form, and the young woman watched with naked shock as the wolf savaged the forelegs of the horse… man…. thing. Her mind whirled as they struggled, and she winced as a powerful arm struck the ribs of the golden canine, and it cried out as it crashed hard against a tree.

Before the demonic beast could advance on her four-legged savior, Ishtar retrieved the tome she had brought with her, and fired the strongest Elthunder spell she could manage under such a short timeframe. Only to pale when her attack served to do nothing more than enrage the creature, and put its attention on her once more. The wretched, hellish red eyes roamed up and down her body, and she shuddered with revulsion when something large and terrifyingly thick twitched below its bulk.

“Hyat!” A high-pitched shout distracted it however, and a bellow of pain from the beast assaulted her ears. She watched in awe as the same man from before had one arm wrapped around the throat of her attacker, and the other held a gleaming blade that was stained in blackened blood. Again and again his sword fell, and drew forth increasingly loud roars of agony. At last it fell, and crashed to the ground mere feet from where she stood, rooted to the spot in surprise and no small amount of amazement.

Without any heed to her current state of undress, Ishtar darted over to the corpse and looked around for the man who had just saved her from an unspeakable fate. A groan and mutterings of “damned stupid Lynels” to her left revealed him as he crawled out from beneath its bulk, and her wonder only grew as the body of the beast exploded into smoke, with more than one strange body part left behind.

“.... are, are you alright? You don’t have anything broken, do you?” It was a good thing her magical education included the arts of healing staves, because the bruising that she could see through the slight tears in his shirt promised to be nothing but trouble. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Still without care as to her exposed body, the mage fetched a Heal staff and quickly channeled its power to the side where his bruise lay.

“..... well, isn’t that a neat trick. Where I come from, the only means of magical healing are potions and… special fountains.” Link decided against telling her what exactly a fairy was at the moment, it probably was not a good idea to overwhelm her with new information after all. Hell, the knowledge that he could turn into a wolf and back into a man would be enough of a revelation.

“Really? That… is rather strange. Potions fell out of use in Jugdral ages ago, they aren’t even a collector’s item anymore.” She poked and prodded at his side and ignored his feeble protests, and when she was sure that he wouldn’t walk away with anything more than some mildly-torn clothing, Ishtar set her staff to the side and stared at her savior. “I…. thank you for your aid sir, gods alone know what that thing would have done if you weren’t here. But…. I have to know, did you really just….”

“Turn into a wolf?” he said, with a roguish little grin on his face that quickened her heartbeat. Now that she was up close, she found that he was…. very easy on the eyes, handsome even. It wasn’t very long, yes, but her fingers at his side revealed that he was quite built, if his arms didn’t inform her of that already. “I did. Handy little trick I picked up from an….. ancient tribe of shamans in my homeland about…. I’d say a year ago?” His nose twitched as a thoughtful expression formed on his face, and despite herself, Ishtar couldn’t help but find it added to his appeal. “Yeah, it’s been about a year since I left Hyrule. I’ve been in…. you said Jugdral, yes? For about two and a half months now.”

Hyrule…. never before had she heard of such a place. This man must have come from very far away then. “Pardon me sir, but I don’t think I ever introduced myself. It would be poor manners of me if I failed to do so. I am Ishtar of House Friege. I suppose that, as payment for saving my life, I could allow you to keep whatever fish you have caught from my river.” she said with a little grin, and her brows furrowed when the blond-haired man kept his gaze firmly fixed on her face.

“Ishtar huh? Never met a woman with a name like that before, I like it. Well, Lady Ishtar, my name is Link, and I must sadly say that I have no house nor family to claim for my own. And while I greatly appreciate your amazing generosity,” there it was again, that damned smile that made her cheeks grow hot and turned her thoughts to nonsense, “the ah, view that you’ve given me is reward enough.” … view? What view is he… talking about…. Oh. Oh gods.

Her face burned a deep crimson upon realization that she was still naked, and had inadvertently given the man before her one hell of a show. She didn’t know how to react, truth be told. One part of her mind stuttered and froze in place, while another shouted various words that Ishtar would never repeat around other people, and the rest…. well, quite frankly the remaining parts were torn about what to do. A loud voice demanded that she slap him for not saying something earlier, and the other…. wanted so very much to kiss him, if she was to be honest.

“You will…. not breathe a word of this to anyone.” she whispered, mortified beyond belief. And strangely enough… aroused. All her life, ever since she could consciously remember, Ishtar had put the wants and needs of House Friege ahead of her own. Her life choices, whom she was allowed to be friends with, she wasn’t even allowed to have a say in her betrothed for Thrud’s sake! So the notion of… of doing something so unlike her for once, for throwing any thoughts of her family’s standing aside was… gods but was it a temptation like no other. Besides… was not this type of thing fairly common in the more ribald, uncensored fairy tales and legends? Surely a grateful woman would not reward her hero with just a small token of her esteem….

“This isn’t happening. You never saw me like this.” Ishtar breathed as she crawled into his lap, and much to her delight she saw a desire darken in those eyes of his. Gods… those eyes were going to be the death of her. They looked at her with a cocksure confidence that she just wanted to wipe out, to see it drowned beneath waves of hunger so strong that it threatened to consume them both… and she hoped it would, if she was to be honest. A muffled mewl slipped out as Link pulled her flush to his broad chest, his lips on hers and an utterly sinful tongue inside her mouth that dominated the kiss. Her sex grazed over his knee as a gloved hand dropped to her round, shapely backside, and the lavender-haired woman wondered just when had she grown so wet, so… needy. Thoughts of her duty fell from her mind as he squeezed hard, and pushed forward as her breathing rapidly shortened under his assault. Never had the descendent of Thrud imagined that a mere kiss could inspire such a warmth in her core, that the feel of a man atop her heated body would fill her with such a delightful ecstasy.

His lips broke apart from hers after what felt like an eternity of rapture, and before Ishtar was even able to think of a protest, they ravaged the pale, creamy expanse of her neck. Her moan was breathless, sensual and filled with a hunger for more that the young woman would never be able to articulate. Link seemed to know just where to kiss, where to suckle and leave a rather obvious mark, and when his teeth nibbled at her flesh… the cry that left her lips surely did wonders for his ego.

Her heart shot up in her throat when his hand brushed over her core, and her hips bucked against his touch when he pressed down on her soaked mound. Her meager explorations could never have prepared her for this, for the pleasures his thumb on her clit brought her. It was a good thing that she had gone a good ways into the forest, it wouldn’t do for her screams to be heard. Those damned lips of his curled into a grin against her skin as she cried out for more, panted for breath when a finger ever so slowly ran along her folds. “S-Stop… teasing me!” Ishtar whined, desperate to feel him inside her so this need could finally be sated.

Link chuckled as he regretfully left her neck, and before his mouth closed over her teat, he replied in a low, husky tone that made her want him even more. “As my lady commands.” Her back arched when he slipped a finger inside her sex, walls that had never known any touch but hers clenched around the foreign digit as it slowly pumped back and forth. She sobbed as tears welled at the corner of her eyes, and her makeup mixed with them as they ran down her face. He had to admit, there was a certain appeal in the thin dark streaks, and he wanted to see just how wild he could drive her before this little tryst reached its end.

Insane… that was the only word she could conceive of for what he was doing to her. To have put her in such a mood that she was willing to throw away her duties to her house and family, however briefly, and writhe beneath the touch of a man she had only just met. The scandalous nature of it all was the type of thing that Ishtar never would have thought she would do, and yet… that only made her more aroused. Her cries rose in pitch and frequency as he added a second finger to her pussy, and reached depths she had only dreamed of before. If this was how good sex could be…. then she more than understood just why some men chased skirts the way they did.

He knew it wouldn’t be long now until the woman beneath him reached her peak, before the pleasure his touch and his mouth brought her grew to be too much for her mind to bear. Link only hoped that she’d be in the mood to let him take her in full, to let him experience the embrace of her walls around his painfully hard length, once her orgasm was through. Sure, he might have a chance if he went for it now, but that was too much like taking advantage of her for his liking. Best to see how she feels about it in a moment or two.

A dismayed cry of protest escaped the young woman when he pulled his hand away from her slit, only for her hands to grip his head as she pushed that tongue of his deeper into her snatch. Words were far beyond her as he feasted on her sex, and even as her thighs wrapped around his head, she knew that would not be changing anytime soon. Gods, and she thought his tongue was good just from that kiss earlier… that settled it, he would never be allowed to so much as dream of bedding another woman. Such skill was surely meant for her pleasure alone, right? She froze as he brushed over a spot inside her that made her heart skip a beat, and Ishtar screamed his name as the white-hot flames of her climax crashed against her mind.

Now that… sweet Farore but did he ever want to hear his name pass her lips like that again. Not just today either, that was a sound that any man would want to hear day after day for the rest of their life. His tongue slowly lapped at her folds as she bucked and writhed against his face, and he greedily drank down the juices that flowed into his mouth. Link was very, very glad he decided to head into the woods now, her taste had him hopelessly hooked.

Gradually, Ishtar came down from that incredible peak that his mouth brought her to, and with a throaty groan of effort she sat up and gave him a look that smoldered with desire. “You… gods Link, that was… wonderful.” she panted, and licked her lips at the sight of that damn smirk on his face. That clearly could not be allowed to remain, and so she pulled him close and kissed him deeply, without a care that she tasted herself on his tongue. If anything, that only added to her enjoyment of it. A dainty hand brushed over his length as she crawled into his lap once more, and a shiver ran down her spine at the groan her touch coaxed from his lips.

This time it was her on top as the pair fell onto the grass once more, and had she been in a more patient mood, Ishtar would have loved to have returned the favor that he so wonderfully granted her. But patience was not a virtue she possessed right now. Ample, perky breasts dangled in his face as she worked on freeing his length, and she hissed air through her teeth when his hands seized her bosom and squeezed. His touch was rough, and he groped and kneaded her sensitive bust without a care in the world in regards to being gentle. Gods but did she love it.

Finally, her fingers wrapped around his crown as she brought him to her entrance, and she swallowed a lump in her throat upon realization of just how endowed he was. “I…. please, give me some time to adjust, will you?” she breathed, more nervous than her face let on. His size was a little intimidating, she would admit to that much without hesitation. But if anything, that only made her want him more.

“You didn’t have to ask, I’m not that impatient y’know.” Link said with a tone softer than his expression. Here she was, about to give her virginity to a man she had just met not even an hour ago. Ishtar paused and took a slow, deep breath as her folds spread around his tip, and even as he gradually slipped inside her, the look on his face had her addicted. He’d given her such wonderful pleasure, and now it was time to return the favor.

Her gorgeous face grimaced as his girth slowed the process down every couple of inches, and she was never more grateful for her barrier having torn a good long while ago. The thought of having to endure that kind of stinging pain was not one she relished, if just taking him inside her sex was fairly troublesome as is. “S-So damned big…” she whispered under her breath, and the cocky gleam in his eyes made her lips twitch even as she thumped his chest. “This is not the time to stroke your ego!” she hissed with no real heat behind her words, and cried out when his hips bucked into her own.

Now he was fully sheathed inside her core…. “Just let me know when, ok Ish?” A lavender brow twitched at the shortened form of her name, and she shot a mock glare down at the utterly unashamed blond.

“N-Nicknames already? Is a two syllable word too long for you, really?” Damn him and that grin! Her hands splayed out on his clothed chest, and that gave her no small amount of pause as her walls spread around his cock. “Lose the shirt. Now.” Ishtar’s tone brooked no arguments, and Link was a bit too enamored with the tight heat around his length to even think about one anyway. Violet eyes darkened as his muscled torso was bared to her gaze, and she absentmindedly traced a scar that stretched across his side. “Couldn’t get out of the way in time?” she mused softly, and he shook his head as she gave her hips an experimental roll.

“No. I got that when I jumped in front of a blow that would have killed a rookie soldier under my command. Poor guy froze up when he saw his friend take an arrow to the gut, and there was no way he was gonna react in time. That… was not exactly a pleasant experience when that was stitched shut, let me tell you.” That day started his policy of always having at least three bottles filled with Blue Potion in his pouch, and several more with the weaker, yet more commonplace Red variant as well.

She hummed to herself as he responded to her movement with a small thrust, and his hands gripped her backside as she started to ride. The Friege noble didn’t have to ask him to bear with her awkward, less-than-graceful movements atop his length, and Ishtar found that he had already begun to establish an easy rhythm for her to follow. Considerate, attractive, and more than well endowed. If Link wasn’t already fitting into her mold of the ideal man, then that would have sealed the deal. Part of her wondered when the catch would come into play, when would she find some flaw in him that was too big to simply brush aside or take steps to mitigate.

But the rest of her was more focused on enjoying the here and now, the sensation of his hands at her ass and his dick in her pussy. The curvaceous woman hoped that she would retain enough sense of mind when his climax approached, as she really could not afford to be with child at the moment. Yet even as the two start to pick up the pace and intensify their movements, the more lustful side of her was already asking if that would really be such a bad thing. A fairy tale whirlwind romance that ended with eloping together… it was hardly a realistic possibility, but it did sound nice, at least.

She was going to be the death of him, he realized. Link never saw himself as a womanizer in the slightest, but he still had a fair amount of fun with women across his many travels and adventures. Some more fondly remembered than others admittedly, but that was par for the course wasn’t it? Ishtar, however… not even Princess Zelda could approach her in terms of beauty, if he was honest. The way she bit her lip to try and silence a moan, how her breasts bounced and swayed with each thrust into her heat, or even the way her trim, toned waist moved as she rode him… fuck. Was this how he’d finally fall?

To a woman who had never even heard of the three Golden Goddesses, the Triforce, or any of the struggles that lay in his past. Though perhaps that would be for the better. He still got an earful from Malon every time he saw her about that one time he tried to bait a Wallmaster with a bombchu. If even half of his exploits reached her ears.... he’d in for a tongue-lashing, that’s for sure. Maybe… it wouldn’t be a bad thing though. He’d still get the pleasure of seeing what she looked like when she was angry.

Speaking of pleasure… he wouldn’t lie, it was very, very nice to watch her work atop his length, but the Hylian had started to crave a more active role in this. Without warning he sat up and attacked her nape again, and his grip on her ass tightened as he climbed to his feet in a motion so smooth a dancer would burn with envy. Ishtar mewled in surprise at the sudden change in position, but that turned into a wail of pleasure as her lover held her in the air as he pounded up into her snatch. The only thing keeping her from falling now was the strength in his arms, as she had none left in her body.

More tears fell down her face as Link fucked her relentlessly, his cock reached spots she never could have dreamed of from this angle. Her mind swam amidst the sensations brought about by the speed and force he showed with every thrust, and she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that there would be no going back. Ishtar could not simply return to her daily life without him now, damn the consequences. She didn’t care that he was a foreigner in their lands. No heed was given to his lack of social standing, or how her family would take it. For the first time in her life, she, and she alone, had made a choice about what she wanted, instead of what she felt like she should do.

And gods but did she want him to release inside her. It was foolish beyond measure yes, dangerous and far too risky to even be considered a remotely safe option. Which was why it appealed to her so. “Inside!” she sobbed, her walls pulsed and clenched around him as she came again in his arms. “Don’t, d-don’t you pull out!” That roused a growl from his chest, and as it rumbled forth she only felt more secure in her decision. Link surprised her yet again, and increased his pace now that he heard those words spill from her lips, and a wet, sloppy kiss was the only thing that stopped her cries from filling the clearing around them. It would be soon, he wasn’t going to last much longer with the tight embrace of her folds and the desperate plea from Ishtar.

His tip threatened to reach her most sacred of places, but she was too far gone in the throes of orgasmic ecstacy to care. Her womb was flooded with hot, sticky ropes of white as the Hylian finally let his release take him, and she swore that her vision turned into a blank, featureless void more than once as he deposited a virile load into her fertile chamber. The thunder mage truly could not keep track of just how long his climax lasted, nor how much seed he pumped inside of her, all she knew is that a desire for more was born in that instant.

Slowly, blissfully slowly, Ishtar’s mind settled down from the heights he brought to her, and she was content to just lay against his broad chest until her voice came back. At some point her hair had come loose, but all that did was make her look even more beautiful in his eyes. “You…. I… gods. That was… amazing.” she murmured blearily, and a small smile formed at his soft chuckle. “I’ll have to… keep you around, I think.”

Though she could not see it, a blond brow arched at her words, and before Ishtar passed into the realm of slumber, Link gave her exactly the reply she wanted to hear. “I’ll stick around for as long as you’ll have me, Ishtar.” That…. that sounded like a phenomenal idea...
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