[Chenoan]

Chenoan kept Dora held firmly in his arms, careful to be gentle. Xanth spoke down to him once again, seemingly ignoring his apology. Chenoan felt his racing heart calm down slowly, but he couldn't heed Xanth's request.

"I can't... When... she wakes up she'll have questions, and I don't have answers." Chenoan said. "And my home... isn't..." Chenoan remembered the blood stains on his bed, along with the general deadness of the place, Chenoan didn't want to go there right now. He didn't want to be alone...

Chenoan was so vulnerable right now. His emotions were raw and tattered, and even his mind was prone. From the moment he'd transported away from Sacha, his mental barrier had started dissipating, and now it was totally gone. A young blue dragon could learn all they wanted from him if they wanted.

Subconsciously, Chenoan called out to Xanth. "Don't leave me..." Chenoan had been alone for so long, forced into solitude by his own walls, it was time to break them down.

[Nymphadora]

Groaning slightly, Nymphadora felt depleted as she slowly woke. Her entire body felt weak, why, she couldn't remember. It was a good thing too, or else she'd be waking up in a state of pure panic. A state that would have her gasping for breath. It was all psychological, but it still burdened her. Certain things she could not do because of her phobia. Which was a weakness no Aide should have.

As it were however, Nymphadora only knew of her horrible day up until before she let go of Kiril. Fluttering open her eyes, Nymphadora's vision cleared to see Sacha hovering over her. A soft smile spread on her lips as she reached out to her friend. Hey there. She cooed, letting her hand glide over the cheetahs head, pausing to scratch behind his ear, then under his chin.

Realizing that she wasn't... well, alone, that someone was holding her, Nymphadora turned to see Chenoan. Love filled her heart as she looked into his eyes. Seeing his face... his tears, Nymphadora felt her heart surge. After what happened to her... after she'd told him she wanted time, it seemed like her life just, got bad. She wasn't a good friend, wasn't a good Aide. Chenoan... he was the missing link. With him, she... well, he was all she needed.

Feeling her own eyes well up, Nymphadora reached her hand to the nape of Chenoan's neck, and brought him down as she pushed herself up. Locking lips with his firmly, she kissed him with a kiss that clearly said "yes". And if it didn't, her mind projected it toward his.

Chenoan replied, but it was moved to the High School

[Namiko]

Miko raised his brows as once more himself and Xanth were alone in the throne room.

"Well, what can I say....it's certainly never dull around here." Miko commented, trying to lighten the mood. He was intrigued by the actions of Chenoan. He'd made little effort to fight back against the creature, and had simply taken the attack, no question asked, in an attempt to ensure Dora's safety.

"I assume that's our nymph's noble protector?" Miko asked, although he already knew the answer. He wasn't bothered particularly-he and Dora were worls apart, he knew that. But was this aide suitable for her? Miko wasn't sure, but knew it wasn't his place to judge. All the same, a big-brother type instinct seemed to have kicked in. If the guy made trouble for Dora....well. It wouldn't be wise.

[Xanth]

Xanth covered her face with her hands and sighed. She was one of the wisest people in her realm yet when it came to personal relationships she did not have a clue. Little wonder that Dora had been off-balance and confused when she first came to the Temple. Xanth would have been too, given how much there was in her life to cause that confusion. Had Xanth been in the Nymph's place, she would have simply turned everyone into toads and started again.

Groaning with relief as Sacha and the amorous pair left the Temple, Xanth turned to Miko and grinned at his words. Remind me to zap whoever said the age of romance was dead. She should have zapped Sacha, in all honesty, for disobeying her. She treated all her pets as sentient beings and they lived a life of luxury but it was on the understanding that her word was law. He had disobeyed that law and in doing so risked beginning a mutiny in the gardens. As he was merely protecting someone he cared about, however, she was willing to let him get away with it as long as he did not incite the others to do the same. Besides, she had been tempted to injure Chenoan a few times herself.

Brightening suddenly as she shook off the confusion of the last few moments, Xanth wrapped her hands around Miko's arm and leaned against him, slowly morphing into a pretty blonde in street clothes. The only sign that it was still her was the purple amethyst stones set into her necklace and ear studs. I fear I know where the nearest pub is. Care to escort me?

[Namiko]

Miko brightened at the mention of pub. Pub he knew, pub he was used to, although perhaps that was something he should not be so proud of. Still, it would be nice to have someone to drink with; he'd had 2000 years of solitary drinking and thought it would be a nice change. And of course, Xanth was excellent company. He nodded.

"It would be a pleasure." He assured her, taking in her newly morphed form with a smile. The skill she had to change her appearance but still remain herself never failed to amaze him. He could break boulders with his hands and had even been knwon to breathe fire, but the simple subtelty of Xanth's actions impressed him more than any of his own talents. Still, if he had such a power he doubted he'd use it with the same flair that the goddess did. Feeling her arm on his, Miko slowly squeezed his eyes shut and they were away.

[Chenoan]

Chenoan ported into Xanth's Throne room with the intention of pursuing his previous conversation with her. Well, the conversation he'd wanted to have that is. His body, still slightly dripping, left a thin watery trail as he walked. "Xanth?" he called out calmly. He knew where Dora was, so there was no fear that she'd hear his conversation with Xanth. Chenoan wanted to talk about what had happened since he'd become an aide, and he wanted the full story, no tricks.

Sadly, Xanth seemed to like tricks. hopefully she'd make an exception in this case though. All this anger inside of Chenoan... it didn't feel right, and he wanted to be rid of it. Hopefully Xanth would be able to do that. She was the only one who Chenoan could even hope would be able to.

It made the Shapeshifter sad to remember how jealous he'd become so soon after consummating his relationship with Dora. He loved her so much, yet he couldn't seem to trust her. He couldn't seem to trust anyone lately. He wanted, no needed to rectify that. "Xanth... can we talk... please?" Chenoan said, timidly. He hadn't had fear towards this woman ever, but not knowing what was happening to him... scared him, It scared him to realize that he'd pushed everyone out of his life. Secluded himself. Hidden from those he cared about, and those who cared about him. He couldn't do it anymore... but he needed answers.

[Xanth]

A butterfly flitted from one orchid to another, nestling in amongst the greenery that was wrapped around the pillars of the Throne Room. Coloured brightly in dulcet shades of lavender, the butterfly was barely visible so it was little wonder Chenoan did not realise he was not alone when he entered the Temple.

Xanth considered ignoring him. Not simply because he had done everything in his power to ignore her in the past - even on her worse days, she would not ignore an Aide in need for personal reasons - but because she was just not in the mood. She had been trying to call her brother, Yaziz, since that night in the pub. So far he had ignored her and while logically she could only assume it was too dangerous for him to answer her calls right now, she could not help but be upset. Yaziz was the only member of her family - her entire race, discounting Danae, who was little more than an enemy - she had been able to contact since fleeing from her homeland and having him ignore her was as if her last ties to Tanakheim had been broken.

Yet she did not ignore Chenoan. It was unusual for him to seek her out, certainly not for her advice - she was, to him, nothing more than a petty, spoiled child so why would he ask her opinion? She was not about to pass up this opportunity, though even she could not fully understand why she would bother.

Slowly morphing as she fluttered away from the orchids, she came to stand behind him, her wings in full view and trailing delicately along the marble floor as she moved. Chenoan. What can I do for you?

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[Chenoan]

Chenoan had almost thought that Xanth wouldn't answer him when he was nearly jolted out of his skin by hearing her voice come from behind him. Her words were soft and gentle, it was a side of Xanth that Chenoan had rarely ever seen, either that or he'd rarely ever let himself see it. Before recent events Chenoan had held nothing but anger towards Xanth. Anger that was misplaced. Chenoan had just wanted someone else to blame for why his life had changed so drastically, but it wasn't Xanth's fault, it was Chenoan's.

Turning around, Chenoan found himself looking up into Xanth's eyes. She was quite the intimidater. Chenoan found himself inable to look away from Xanth's eyes for a moment. It was like he was frozen in place for a short while. Regaining his composure Chenoan looked down and shook his head slightly as if to stave off the minor dizziness he had begun to feel. "Xanth... I want to apologize for how I've acted." He said as he continued to avert his gave from the woman's face. He wasn't sure why he'd acted how he did... he was just so angry... trying to explain the reasons was near impossible for him, but hopefully Xanth would understand.

Chenoan turned away from Xanth and slowly walked to one of the pillars. "I... need to know. I need to know why you picked me... why you forced me to become an aide." Chenoan said slowly. He wanted to know the answers to the questions he had swimming in his head so badly, no matter what those answers were.

[Xanth]

Moving past Chenoan slowly, watching her hand trail sparks of purple and lilac through the air as she wandered across the room toward the dais, Xanth listened but she did not probe. Chenoan was not a man who appreciated her interference and she was not particularly given to helping those who did not want it. She was surprised he had come to her, although most did eventually, as a last resort if nothing else.

Xanth... I want to apologize for how I've acted.

Glancing at him sideways as she moved around the dais, still trailing sparkles as her fingertips glanced off the marble platform, she arched an eyebrow but said nothing. She wanted him to squirm. She had given him the world, after all - and not just this one, but all the worlds she had created. She had made him immortal and powerful beyond his wildest dreams and while it came with the price of serving her, she was not unduly demanding. Yet he had chafed and wriggled like a worm on a hook, refusing to see anything but the fact that she had forced it upon him. And still she had been patient and it was only now, when her patience was coming to an end, that he thought to apologise. Still, she chose to believe his apology was genuine.

I... need to know. I need to know why you picked me... why you forced me to become an aide.

Coming around the dais on the other side, Xanth paused. Now, that was a kettle of fish she would rather not open. How could she explain her reasoning so that he would understand? Even she could not always fully interpret the appeal of an Aide. She had made mistakes in the past but thankfully only Dimitri had really made her regret her choices. She had questioned her decision for Chenoan but she had never regretted making him an Aide, only the way she had done so. Perhaps he was not as ready as she had thought but she did not honestly believe that.

Many reasons, she told him vaguely, finally climbing the dais to sit on her throne. Purple sparks still bounced across the marble floor in her wake, floating with the air current. Each of the Aides is unique. They each have strengths that set them apart and make them useful in different ways. Dazadi, for example, able to kill without remorse and without question. Kiril may seem as if he has not a care in the world but he is my best negotiator. I think you know why Nymphadora was invited to the Temple, yes? And Namiko... He is pure, undiluted honour. There was more, of course, far more. Each of the Aides had worked hard to better themselves and even if they did not show it, they all cared. Not only for individuals, but the entirety of Elysia. They would each die for the good of their people and this land.

Your strength, the reason I chose you? She lifted a shoulder in a lazy half-shrug, settling back against her throne as if she could care less. You cared what happened to your people, Chenoan. You tried to help each one of them individually, no matter how it affected you. That is why I wanted you. He had lost his way, perhaps. Being an Aide... he saw too much of the bigger picture now and had forgotten that the picture was made up of smaller parts. Perhaps it would do him good to be reminded of that, though Xanth doubted she would be the one to help him. He did not trust her enough. Perhaps it was unwise to force you. Perhaps I should have let you come to me of your own free will - but can you honestly say you would have chosen this life had I given you a choice?

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[Chenoan]

Chenoan couldn't look as Xanth as she walked. Instead he kept his eyes trained on the ground. Half of him was raging with anger, while the other half was slowly being cooled. It was like an open flame sitting on a River. Impossible, but true. Slowly the enraged and the soothed side began to mix, creating some sorta of balance in between the two. As Chenoan heard Xanth's last words, his eyes lit up. Dis she actually feel... remorse? Did she feel bad for forcing him into the position he now held? Slowly he shook his head as he heard her question though. She didn't feel bad for doing it, just for how Chenoan had reacted to it.

"No.... I wouldn't have." He said quietly. "Especially not if I'd known that I would lose my position as the Therian Sentinel....." Chenoan spoke very softly as he turned to look at Xanth. "Why... why did I have to lose a position that I worked so hard for? It... was the only thing I was good at." Chenoan's eyes dropped once again. Chenoan felt useless now, even with so much power he'd been unable to protect Dora in the gorge, and in the forest. He was a failure at everything. But the position he'd held... he'd cherished it. He was good at it too. At least, he though he was. He wasn't too sure of anything anymore.

Slowly his hand slid down the pillar as he slumped to his knees. His hand caught hold off some of the ivy as it traveled downwards, ripping it from it's position on the stone. A soft, floral scent wafted into the air as the plant was ripped apart slowly. Chenoan sighed slightly as he rested on the ground. His rage had now pattered out and was replaced with mild depression. Depression that was growing by the minute.

[Xanth]

Especially not if I'd known that I would lose my position as the Therian Sentinel...

A blast of air so hot it could have singed metal erupted from Xanth, exploding the oil in the gold dish next to her and shrivelling up the orchids overhead. For a hint of a second, her face was a grotesque mask, fangs bared as her eyes glowed with rage.

And then it was gone. The air sucked back into her quickly enough that all Chenoan would feel was brief discomfort. At least until Xanth spoke, her voice dripping with anger. You lost that job not because of anything I did to you. You let your own anger dictate your actions that day, Chenoan Cirocco, and sooner or later you will take responsibility. She had blackmailed him into this new life because she had thought him beyond such petty feuds but even after losing his well-earned position he had gone after Kaida Tanili with a vengeance. He had beaten her near death and to hear that even now, guilty as he felt, he was still blaming Xanth...

Few things could bring Xanth to true anger, the kind that made her want to destroy, the kind that revealed things she had no wish to reveal. Blaming her for things she had not done was one of them. Yes, even she made mistakes and ill-judged decisions but she always admitted them, if only to herself. She was not going to stand idly by while Chenoan blamed her for this on top of the things she had done.

I am done speaking with you, she snapped, her voice calmer though only because she made it so. You may return when you have accepted responsibility for your own actions and not before.

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[Nymphadora]

It had been awhile since she'd seen or spoke with Xanth. Although none of the other Aide's seemed keen on 'checking in', Nymphadora wanted to make it a regular habit. Sometimes someone can need you, without being able to ask you. Or perhaps, she just might want the company. Nymphadora or Xanth.

Making her way to the portal, Nymphadora materialized just before entering the portal, pausing for Sacha to catch up. Once he landed and tucked in his massive wings, Nymphadora smiled, and reached out a hand to stroke his head. Sacha had been such a good friend over the past few months... they'd come to know each other in and out. For better or worse. There was no doubt in her mind that he was her familiar, and they had destined to meet. Which meant she'd been destined to become an Aide.

Sucking in a breath of pure content, she moved forward through the portal with Sacha right at her heels. The moment she entered the throne room however, the tension she felt nearly knocked her back. Eyes widening as she looked from Chenoan to Xanth, Nymphadora crossed her arms, hugging her ribcage protectively. Looking from one to the other, she wondered if she should interrupt... or... inquire what was going on. If it had been anything other than personal, surely the other Aides would have felt it, as well as herself. Glancing down at Sacha, her eyes widened even more as she saw him carefully make his way toward Xanth, his eyes boring down on Chenoan. Biting her lower lip, Nymphadora clicked at him softly to return, but he didn't listen. His scruff was raised and his claws were out, gently clicking on the marble floor. When he came up to Xanth, a low growl emitted from his throat as he took a stance between her and Chenoan.

Seeing how protective Sacha was, Nymphadora felt proud. But as the same time, Sacha seemed to genuinely dislike Chenoan. And if they were to be married... that would have to change. She didn't know how. Furrowing her brow because she knew Sacha had heard her, Nymphadora hissed. Sacha! In a low whisper.

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[Xanth]

As soon as she felt the hum of the portal activating, a hum only she could hear as the one who created them, Xanth reigned in her temper and lowered the hand she had raised to slam Chenoan through the portal. She had never treated an Aide as such and she was glad of the interruption because she did not wish to start doing so now just because he had pushed her buttons unwittingly.

In the midst of the hum, she honed in on Nymphadora's signal and almost sighed with relief. Perhaps she could assist Chenoan where Xanth could not. At the very least, she could get her fiance out of Xanth's Throne Room.

At the sight of Sacha coming to protect her, Xanth did not know whether to be grateful or amused. She had suspected the cheetah would be attracted to Nymphadora in the way of familiars when she saw them together and the bond was strong. Because of that, she allowed him freedoms none of the other animals inhabiting the Temple claimed and yet he had never been one of 'hers'. Her creation, perhaps, but he had always been distant, even more so once he was bonded to Dora. To have him taking a defensive stance as her champion... It stole the thunder right from her lungs and she found her muscles easing.

Sacha, be at ease, she murmured, sparing a small smile for the Nymph.

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[Chenoan]

Chenoan felt the heat form Xanth's wind but didn't look up. The slight scorch completely dried out his clothing and hair. Chenoan knew Xanth was angry by the searing tone in her oice. He couldn't blame her for being mad though... she was right. Even after all this time Chenoan was still trying to blame others for his mistakes. It couldn't continue like this. How many times had he been reprimanded for this same issue when he was younger? By Katara, His Grandfather, even his Parents. "Old habits die hard..." He thought with a faint sigh.

Just as Chenoan was about to leave, he heard the familiar growl of Dora's feline companion. Chenoan churred back as he took a submissive position to the beast. The cold, smooth surface pressed against Chenoan's chest as he laid down on it before rolling over. Any animal would know that Chenoan would cause no harm from his actions. This was an act of complete submission. And even if he was dominant, trying to portray dominance now would help no one. "I'm not an enemy, Sacha. I mean no harm." He said in his guttural response. Just then he heard Dora's call to the cat and his face turned o her, his expression one of embarrassed shock.

Quickly Chenoan looked to Xanth, his apologies in his eyes. Then he ported away to his bedroom, where hopefully no one would follow him as he sorted things out for himself.

[Nymphadora]

Nymphadora watched wide eyed as Chenoan took a submissive position to someone who she'd called her friend. She'd never really... realized before. But Sacha was indeed an animal. A predator in fact. Maybe it was because he could speak to her, or the fact that she could understand him. Maybe it was his casual moments, when he was being calm or frisky. It could even be times like these when he stood up for someone he loved, putting himself in what he thought was danger just to protect them. But through all those times, she'd never really seen the beast within Sacha. Only the soul, and heart. Chenoan... unfortunately, he seemed to be on Sacha's threat list.

As she watched her boyfriend behaving... well... like an animal, Nymphadora realized just how much of Chenoans shifter side she didn't know. She'd only seen him take on his gryphon form, but never really talked about it. Then again, although she used her Ayad powers, they never really talked about her heritage either. Not in a long time anyway. When Chenoan turned and caught her raised look, she noticed his face turn flush, then he looked away, and ported.

Frowning, Nymphadora looked up at Xanth, curious to what had happened here. Moving forward, she clicked her fingers and Sacha came to rest by her side. Although Chenoan was her boyfriend, Sacha had done the right thing in her eyes. He was protecting Xanth, and although Nymphadora knew Chenoan would never harm the goddess, not that he could, Sacha was only acting on the fact that he felt his creator was being threatened. Stroking his head, Nymphadora smiled down at him, then looked up at Xanth.

Walking up to her, Nymphadora smiled softly, normally she'd move forward for a hug, but something just didn't feel right about it right now. Folding her hands in front of her, she smiled tenderly up at Xanth. Is everything alright? She said softly.

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[Xanth]

As Chenoan left the Temple, all the tension in Xanth bled out of her and she drew back all the remnants of power that had leeched out of her in her temper. The temperature in the Throne Room slowly cooled to a much more normal level and Xanth's smile this time was full as she touched a hand to the Nymph's shoulder.

There was a moment of regret as she remembered her words to Chenoan. Banning him from the Temple was perhaps not the wisest course of action but if he continued to anger her, his life would be in constant danger in her presence. Xanth was the first to admit that her temper was unpredictable and Chenoan's self-denial made her even more so. She would rather not destroy one of her Aides if it was at all avoidable so until she calmed down he had better stay away.

His attempts to question her had, if nothing else, brought one unavoidable truth to her attention. She had threatened Nymphadora's life in exchange for his service, an act she regretted now - not merely from a business perspective, as a woman who wanted to hire someone at any cost, but also from a personal standpoint. She considered Dora a friend and had become more and more excited at the prospect of being an actual person appreciated for herself and not her powers as she once had... Even if Dora never found out what she had done, it would always stand between them.

Still, Xanth was not influenced by fearor self-doubt. She would not tell Dora the truth for fear of Chenoan doing so, or for fear that Dora would find out for herself. Xanth wanted to tell her.

Come, child, she murmured, guiding Dora towards the dais. As she settled into her throne, she met the Nymph's eyes and smiled sadly. Have you ever wondered why Chenoan is so reluctant to work as my Aide? She must have. Compared to Dora's own enthusiasm, he never spoke about his work and did not act the eager puppy. It is because he did not wish to become my Aide in the first place. I... acquired his services by threatening the life of someone he loved. She did not look away from Dora. She would accept blame where it was due, as she had instructed Chenoan to do. Your life, in fact. She had not technically threated Nymphadora, merely asked how she was faring. Chenoan had inferred the threat, which of course was Xanth's intention at the time. She may well have harmed Dora if Chenoan still refused, though likely not. The Aides were, after all, recruited to help protect the people Xanth created, so why harm her own people to acquire their services?

It was rather romantic, actually - he was firmly against the idea even when I threatened his life, but at the mention of you...

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[Nymphadora]

Nymphadora smiled when Xanth's touch was loving, and it filled her with a warmth. She'd not really noticed the heat within the room until it all flooded from the room, leaving it refreshingly cool. Smiling at that alone, taking in a deep breath full of her fresh crisp element, Nympahdra hugged herself by wrapping her arms around her waist. Eyes glinting with the love and adoration she felt for her goddess, and Sacha who lazily plopped onto the floor having had his only threat leave the room. The cool marble cooled him down, and although not seen often by cats, he began to pant, having felt the heat immediately compared to his Nymph familiar.

Walking with Xanth as she guided her toward the dais, Nympahdora kneeled to Xanths side, sitting on her feet as she looked up at the beautiful goddess. Seeing the sadness withing Xanth's eyes, Nymphadora's own smile faded slightly, wondering why she was upset. Yes... there had just seemed to be tension in the room... but could something possibly have happened that was all that horrible? Chenoan seemed fine... other than his odd behavior toward Sacha.

When Xanth asked her question however, Nymphadora raised a brow ever so slightly. Yes, she had wondered, but she'd never really asked. Anyone. She just assumed he hadn't liked the other Aides... he'd told her as much. He had once expressed a slight dislike of Xanth herself, but she honestly didn't remember much at the time. She'd been a little... distracted. But now that she thought about it... Nodding slightly as to answer Xanth's question. Remaining quiet, she listened carefully to the goddesses response.

At first... it'd didn't quite register. She never thought Xanth could do such a thing, which automatically made her think Chenoan had asked her to say this. Why? She didn't know. But Xanth would never have threatened her. Or any other Elysian. She wasn't like that. Xanth loved everyone... she created everyone. Why would she threaten someones life, when anyone would jump at the chance to be an Aide. Chenoan had come to her telling her he was going to be an Aide. He wasnt upset then... at least not from what she could remember. If Xanth had threatened her life, he would have told her. Why would he keep it a secret. Unless... it never happened.

When she further tried to place Chenoan in the role of hero, Nymphadora shook her head. She loved Chenoan, but she knew Xanth. And Xanth would never do such a thing. Ever. I- I don't believe it. Why is he making you lie to me? What is this for? Why was he here? Did he tell you to say all this? Did he tell you to make him look like the victim? What is he trying to prove? And why are you going along with it? Upset anger flowed through Nymphadora with each word that spilled from her mouth. She didn't know if she believed this or not... if Xanth was protecting Chenoan, or if Xanth had really never been the kind soul she had always thought she was. Whatever the truth was, Nymphadora's stomach was knotting trying to find it. And she didn't know what to do.

Pushing herself to her feet, Nymphadra backed away from Xanth, her eyes blackening from the anger she was feeling deep within. She was -yoinks-. Sadly, her anger was directed on the man she loved, for she thought Xanth could do no such harm. Chenoan however... was only an Aide, and Aide who's made mistakes in the past. This... was just another. One he would regret. Winds raging throughout the throne room, Sacha immediately took her side as she strode toward the portal. She couldn't wait for Xanth's answer... she's find out from Chenoan herself.

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