Silas’s spear shaft cracked against Cel’s leading knee - not hard enough to injure, just enough to collapse his stance. “Your weight distribution is wrong again. You’re leaning too far forward, committing before you know where the opening actually is.” He reset to neutral guard, the dark weapon held with that same deceptive looseness. “Again. And this time, keep your center of gravity stable until the last possible moment.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpIFeH5cfs2
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Cel straightened, Silent Moon still gripped in his hand. His knee throbbed dully where the impact had landed countless times by now. He adjusted his stance, trying to internalize the correction. Weight more centered. Less commitment in the initial movement.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUU3vtrNSSi
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They’d been at this for what felt like hours. Not sparring - actual training. Silas breaking down every fundamental Cel lacked into component pieces, then drilling them until muscle memory started forming pathways his conscious mind couldn’t quite track yet.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgqZ0gk9VbD
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Footwork first. Hours of it. Moving forward, backward, circling - all while maintaining proper distance and balance. Silas would attack with measured strikes, and Cel’s job was simply to move correctly. Not to counter, not to defend beyond basic necessity. Just to be in the right place at the right time with his weight properly distributed.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4YrJavYS7Z
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Then reading distance. Silas standing at various ranges, having Cel identify whether he could reach with a thrust, a slash, a lunge. Getting it wrong meant a light tap from the spear - not punishment exactly, just immediate feedback that left no room for misunderstanding.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1hHSMbT16M
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“Better,” Silas said as Cel completed another sequence. “Your lead foot is still hesitating, but the adjustment is there. You’re thinking about it, which means eventually you’ll stop needing to think about it.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvfFDdSEXfB
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Cel’s breathing remained controlled. Sweat dampened his shirt despite the void dimension’s lack of ambient temperature. The exertion was more mental than physical - forcing his body to move in ways that felt wrong, unnatural.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJsuBqSmnvd
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Behind them, a soft sound emerged from the couch.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlU3gbsvXCO
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Snoring.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb6KZSrsbhi
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Cel glanced over his shoulder. Zara had shifted position at some point, now sprawled across the cushions with one arm dangling off the edge, her dark-red hair falling across her face. Her chest rose and fell in the steady rhythm of sleep, completely unbothered by the training happening twenty steps away.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMuLz4LraQ
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Silas followed his gaze and grinned. “Don’t take it personally - she finds most things boring.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH6QmLY6YV0
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They continued.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHB9Up3Y21c
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More footwork. More distance work. Then Silas introduced timing - having Cel watch for specific tells in his movement and react accordingly. A shift of weight, a subtle rotation of the spear shaft, a change in breathing pattern. Small details that telegraphed intent if you knew how to read them.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyIRSR8ixaz
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Cel got it wrong more often than right. Each mistake earned a light tap - shoulder, ribs, knee, wherever Silas deemed appropriate. Not painful, but accumulating into a constant awareness of failure.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3rY6sB506w
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The training continued until Silas finally called a halt. Cel’s body felt strange - not exhausted in the way combat exhausted him, but drained from the sustained mental effort of breaking and rebuilding basic movement patterns.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAvbmtT6JD8
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“That’s enough for tonight,” Silas said, dismissing his spear. “You’ve got classes tomorrow and you need some recovery time.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9I3wdqvkG2
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Cel dismissed Silent Moon, feeling the familiar sensation of the blade returning to wherever it existed when not manifested. “Same time tomorrow?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl0lKKrv6AB
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“Every night until your final examination. Which means...” Silas counted on his fingers. “We’ve got maybe two months?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3rqTZfxQN7
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“Something like that.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ96hmQPtcgc
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“Not enough time.” Silas shook his head. “But we’ll make it work. You’ve got good instincts and a good body - we just need to give you enough technical foundation that you don’t die immediately. The rest comes later.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡch34ItY8Zk
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The vote of confidence wasn’t particularly reassuring.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhzbTJzYlk7
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Behind them, Zara continued snoring.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwRwvvikDkE
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Cel left through the rift, stepping back into the abandoned bar with its grimy windows and warped floorboards. The transition from void dimension to normal reality left him slightly disoriented - his senses adjusting to the sudden presence of ambient sound, air movement, the subtle vibrations of a living city.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡst5Ihn3rYE
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The days fell into rhythm.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnHk0Qcy1Wm
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Classes during the day. Theoretical lessons in the morning, combat training in the afternoon. Cel performed adequately in both - good enough to maintain his ranking, not so exceptional that he drew uncomfortable attention. The middle ground of competence.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU6dn2pA7DD
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Nights belonged to Silas. The training varied slightly - sometimes focusing on footwork, sometimes on reading opponents, occasionally pure conditioning that pushed even his enhanced body to its limits. Zara attended sporadically, usually falling asleep on her couch within the first hour. Once she didn’t show up at all.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTgjY74BBVw
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The off-days followed their own pattern. Cel would visit the Moon Goddess church, where Lyra tended to whatever small duties the church demanded. They’d talk about the city, about the small details of daily life, about nothing of consequence. 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHrWe6sFixj
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Afterward, he’d go to the Golden Hart. The bartender had come to expect him, always having a drink ready - something dark and bitter that Cel couldn’t taste but appreciated for the ritual of it. They’d talk, or not talk, and the familiar environment provided something resembling comfort.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSCKHdyMuJW
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Amidst the rhythm of his days, the burden of Selina’s task weighed on him. The words echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the journey he had yet to undertake: uncovering the essence of his true self. 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6pcaifEQzJ
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The instruction circled through his thoughts during quiet moments. Between sparring sequences. During lectures he’d heard a dozen times. Each interaction, each moment spent in the company of others, felt tinged with the urgency of that mission.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKqvuUIiOXv
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Who was he?69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE13vgakxar
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Celvian of House Solmar?69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfiVGTaSfZn
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The Moon Chosen commoner at the Academy?69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwCpVI8J7HQ
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White Death of the Reckoning?69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvBLw3Xu2lt
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None of those felt like answers to Selina’s question. She’d meant something deeper. Something he couldn’t articulate because he didn’t understand it himself.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUxOlvI9KDP
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The thought fragmented as someone’s boot nudged his shin under the dining table.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX9gSEI2u3Z
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Cel’s attention snapped back to the present. The Academy dining hall surrounded him - long tables packed with students, conversations creating a dull roar of ambient noise, the smell of bread and roasted meat filling the air.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW0cl8K02LS
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Lior sat across from him, wheat-blond hair falling into worried sky-blue eyes. 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSVpyORxA8Z
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“Well, well, well.” Kyros’s voice carried that particular tone of false pleasantness that preceded cruelty. “If it isn’t the Academy’s most pitiful Moon Chosen and his even more pathetic friend.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKYXUQglQ9u
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Cel looked up slowly. Kyros stood at the head of their table, flanked by two of his usual followers - nobles whose names Cel had never bothered learning. They wore their superiority like badges, expressions ranging from casual contempt to active disgust.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS5odsgZggF
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“Lord Kyros.” Cel kept his voice neutral. “Can we help you with something?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY2svOgTvyd
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“Help me?” Kyros laughed - sharp and theatrical, meant to draw attention from nearby tables. It worked. Conversations died around them, students turning to watch. “What could blessed trash possibly help me with?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEfLr9KdPVU
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One of his followers snickered. The other smiled in a way that suggested he was already anticipating whatever came next.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXn0osGxctP
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Cel set down his fork carefully. Forced his hands to remain still on the table despite the tension building in his shoulders. “Then perhaps you could help us by taking your business elsewhere? We’re trying to eat.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZWodZbLust
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“Trying to eat.” Kyros repeated the words slowly, as if tasting each syllable. “Does blessed trash even deserve to eat in the same hall as those actually chosen by true deities?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡptnCkdtOvp
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Lior’s face had gone pale. His hands gripped the edge of the table hard enough that his knuckles showed white.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ37g5Cv1YIK
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Cel took a breath. Let it out slowly. The anger was there - always there, a constant companion since his childhood. He'd grown used to this kind of treatment long ago. And eventually, he'd learned to endure it - to control it - rather than let it control him. 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnkJL6Cdg3Q
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“You’re absolutely right,” he said.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJjpIJOneWj
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The words landed in complete silence. Kyros’s expression flickered - surprise quickly covered but visible for half a heartbeat.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeA2pq7rXCt
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“We’re weaker than you,” Cel continued, his tone steady and matter-of-fact. “Not as great as someone blessed by the mighty Sun God. Not as worthy of the Academy’s resources or attention.” He met Kyros’s amber eyes without flinching. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSJfEUcnVYI
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Kyros’s jaw worked. Clearly he’d expected resistance. Defiance. Something he could use to justify escalation. Instead he’d gotten agreement, delivered with such calm sincerity that it defused his prepared script.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe8p7YSxxQw
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“I—” He stopped. Regrouped. “At least you know your place.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdQVTCsPiq8
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“We do.” Cel picked up his fork again. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’d like to finish our meal. In peace, if that’s acceptable to someone of your standing.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa0qwCyeN8t
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The false deference was so perfectly executed that one of Kyros’s followers actually nodded in approval before catching himself.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrD0BjNqpjG
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Kyros’s face flushed red. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. For a moment, Cel thought he might actually throw a punch right there in the dining hall, consequences be damned.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG9i3SkAdBM
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Then Kyros spun on his heel and stalked away, his followers scrambling to keep pace.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHidUGUv0c3
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Conversations resumed gradually around them. The moment of entertainment had passed, attention drifting back to food and gossip.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDTiFlyGPFQ
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Lior stared at Cel with an expression somewhere between awe and confusion. “What was that?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2uuvcdhRgI
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“Survival.” Cel returned to the mechanical process of eating. “Sometimes the best way to win is not playing the game they want you to play.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRj5TCu6S7z
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“You sound like you’ve done this before,” Lior said, his voice hesitant, curiosity barely covering doubt. “Have you?” 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Q7t3P7cCd
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The question hung in the air between them. It was more than Lior had ever dared to ask. Cel considered how to answer. 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2xCuBRl06Y
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“Enough times to know how it works,” he said finally. 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGzN7OsjJZ5
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Lior’s eyes narrowed, scrutiny creeping into his expression. Cel saw the shift and felt the weight of Selina’s question all over again.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuHqPks5UkE
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“Why do people even become like that? What makes someone wake up and decide to spend their energy making others miserable?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmYrBtQ6zbp
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Cel considered the question while chewing something that might have been chicken. 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡphONEvU0qw
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“Lots of reasons,” he said finally. “Sometimes they’re taught it. Their families raise them to believe they’re inherently better, that commoners exist to serve.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡudZZBVHKra
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He paused, organizing his thoughts.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpZUBrMCLAC
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“Sometimes it’s insecurity. They’re afraid of being seen as weak, so they have to constantly prove their strength by making others feel weaker. It’s not about you - it’s about them needing to believe they’re superior.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrzDczV2mAV
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Lior nodded slowly, processing.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgHQot0Pd0S
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“And sometimes… it’s just cruelty. Some people enjoy having power over others. Enjoy watching them flinch. There’s no clear reason behind it - they just like causing pain.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9O8VU5dh4t
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“Which one is Kyros?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPwypqrZs2t
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“Don’t know.” Cel set down his fork. 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5URF5ZcNgf
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Lior’s expression had gone troubled. “So what do we do? Just... take it? Forever?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0WmGSBH9bD
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“There are two ways to handle someone as prideful as Kyros.” Cel’s voice dropped lower, meant only for Lior’s ears. “Take it and endure until he loses interest. Or crush him so completely that he doesn’t want to come near you again.” He held Lior’s gaze. "The middle ground doesn't exist. Any resistance just escalates things. It gives him excuse to go harder. So whatever you do, don't talk back." 69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkeiubkqVtf
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Silence stretched between them.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSE4HXxuB6H
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Then Lior’s expression shifted - worry giving way to something like confusion. “Didn’t you just talk back to him?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZBTdnEVWwx
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Cel opened his mouth. Closed it.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbX5d8zHmnk
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“Shit.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0IhV2QCloz
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Lior’s worried expression broke into a tentative smile. “So what happens now?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZKBzpH8rUf
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“Let’s just...” Cel rubbed his forehead. “Hope for the best.”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHC270ZMnH1
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They finished their meal in relative quiet, neither particularly optimistic.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCoy4uAYplf
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Evening fell across the Academy with the usual progression of shadows and fading light. Classes concluded. Students filtered back to dormitories in their usual clusters. Cel climbed the stairs to the commoner wing with his mind already drifting toward the night’s training session with Silas.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoWD0YD8UnU
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“Hey Trash."69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPLD65vVSKL
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The voice came from behind - flat and cold, carrying across the empty corridor with perfect clarity.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWcgIF9JjsF
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