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Who: Kaveh and YOU
Status: Open
Where: Surasthana Cafe on Eltrut!
What: The grand opening of a book cafe.
Warnings: God I hope not.

[Kaveh hasn't talked much about what he's been working on for a few months now, because he wanted this moment to be a surprise (and because he didn't want to be scolded for overwork). It has finally paid off, now, with the grand opening of the Surasthana Cafe, just in time for the deep end of the fall season. The cafe is cozily furnished and warm, the smell of lovingly brewed coffee floats through the air, and soft music plays from Mehrak.

Kaveh isn't expecting a huge rush on any given day--this was done for his own sake more than anything, but now on weekday afternoons, the little book cafe can be found and people can stay a spell, enjoying expertly made coffee drinks and some light reading in a ridiculous plant paradise.

If you have any requests for new kinds of books, or wish to purchase various accessories, stop by the front counter! The owner is happy to accommodate you, after all.

ooc: you may also treat this post as a mingle and toplevel accordingly, just mark if you are doing so! Otherwise, Kaveh will be coming for you!]

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[ the mistake he'd made in his emotional turmoil takes far too long to dawn on him, alhaitham's hesitation enough to let xehanort's mind catch up to the rest of the gamestate. a tightness appears in the corners of his eyes. it makes him look younger, somehow. he doesn't quite meet alhaitham's glance, feigning still studying the chessboard. ]

I don't know if that's a comfort, or even more reason to worry. [ tone low, a waver of uncertainty in it, despite the lighthearted wording. ] How do you know all this?

[ if the memory of this world simply left when its visitors did, how would that be a known consequence? it didn't make any sense. a bubble of time, suspended for... what point, exactly? so many questions he was beginning to realise would have unsatisfactory answers. ]

[Alhaitham makes the move once Xehanort realizes it himself, taking away the the black queen piece after swapping it with his bishop and placing it off to the side.]

Because it's happened to my husband and I. [He answers the question without missing a beat. Alhaitham has never been good with gestures or expressions of comfort or even commiseration, but what he can give are the truth of his own experiences.] We returned to our world, but did not remember anything that transpired, only recalling everything upon our return.

[Which was... certainly something, to go back to Teyvat as roommates but then coming here again to recall that they were already married. Kaveh had taken it far more personally, but Alhaitham can't say that he wasn't not affected himself. They'd worked hard to resolve the differences between themselves, and for Alhaitham to understand the depth of his own feelings—and so to have all of that ripped away by a force that they cannot control did not sit with him well at all. Even if there is an understanding that they would still eventually choose each other back in Teyvat, neither of them could stand being denied the one thing they'd worked so hard for. And so that is why they're working now, to try and find a way that will let them return but still preserve these precious memories.]

Your... husband. [ oh. ] The proprietor, here.

[ that explains the general sense of homeliness and... light, xehanort supposes, not confident enough to label the pleasantly echoing feeling he can sense as "love", and not willing to unpack that right now. even though if these men were married, that's clearly what it was. whatever.

with his queen gone, xehanort's plan of attack is heavily reduced. he's still not in a totally unfavourable position, but he's thrown off enough that finding his outs are going to be difficult when he had been zeroed in on that particular pattern. he's back on the defensive, moving the knight he'd moved previously to try and pin alhaitham's queen again. ]

That sounds... terrifying. [ that sense of loss. hollow and strange. ] I'm sorry to hear it.

[Well light would not be an inappropriate metaphor to use here regardless, for Alhaitham would readily admit that Kaveh is his. Back in Teyvat Kaveh bore the title of the Light of Kshahrewar—and though Kaveh was never a fan of it himself, Alhaitham personally felt it lacking. Kaveh, to him, is far more than a mere light—he is also the breath in his lungs, the warmth in his heart, and now the mirror in which they can see each other for who they are, without any of their previous trappings.

With such thoughts in his mind there's no hiding the touch of fondness that comes onto Alhaitham's face as chances another glance at Kaveh. Maybe he won't tease his senior as much as he usually does later, once they have the night to themselves after closing...

He turns his attention back to the board after that when he hears the soft click of a piece against the surface when Xehanort makes his move, not surprised by the switch back to something more defensive. Losing the queen was not great on his part, that's for sure.]

No need to apologize. [He says then as he moves his knight, using this opening now to push forward. If he can get his last pawn piece over it should get him the win.] It's not as if its something any of us are able to control.

[For now, anyway. Alhaitham certainly hopes that will change eventually.]

[ oh. oh no. xehanort glances out the window, tips of his ears burning, shuttering his heart as best he can from the wave of fondness that alhaitham is giving off right now. it feels like he's intruding on something private, even though he's just sitting there. his own troubled emotional state had left him careless about keeping his sensitivity to others in check. with a sharp inhale, he wills the feeling to fade out.

there's no filtering out the expression on alhaitham's face when he looks over to kaveh, though. so clearly something special about it, given how stony-faced this man had been until now.

(is that how he looked at-- ugh, no, embarrassing. he's not thinking about that now.

the chess is not helping, actually.) ]

I have a lot of questions. [ he shifts a rook into the path of attack. focus, damn it. ] If you don't mind answering them after the match.

[ stubbornly, he draws them into the promise of a long stalemate. he's probably still going to lose, but he's going to make alhaitham work for it. ]

[With as distracted as he'd been with his own thoughts of Kaveh, Alhaitham doesn't really pick up on the way Xehanort had reacted. As it is he simply takes it as the other still being troubled over their earlier conversation, which he can understand why. It's hard for one to not feel troubled, considering how much of it is outside of anyone's control.]

Mmn. Sure. [He easily acquiesces when asked, seeing no reason to deny Xehanort the answers that he seeks. They are all in this stiuation together, after all, and he's sure that as a newcomer there is much that he wants to know. Asking questions is always a good first step.

But for now he will focus on the game, playing out the stalemate that Xehanort pulls them into. He has time to kill anyway, and seeing what Xehanort does to extend this match is also rather interesting to watch, since its more than evident that he is far better at this game than Alhaitham is—he's certain that the other would have won if it were not for that one slip-up.]

[ the stalemate is not as long as xehanort assumed it would be. he makes his own moves quickly, spurred on by the roulette of thoughts in his mind that varied from completely harmless to threatening to tear him apart if the answers were as bad as he feared. the mellow atmosphere was really pulling its weight, here, to keep him grounded.

the game draws to a close, xehanort having not said a word since. there are too many pieces off the board for him to make a recovery, so he slides his remaining bishop into the only position he can. it's over. ]

It's terrifying, [ he begins, sitting back to accept his imminent defeat, ] because your memories and your heart that holds them should be thing you have the most confidence in.

[Ever content with the silence, Alhaitham goes through the rest of the game with no words on his part either. Still, given the way Xehanort had been earlier, Alhaitham does sort of keep an eye on the other... mostly just to make sure nothing big happens. He doesn't think it will, but it also doesn't hurt to be careful. After all, Kaveh did just open this place and it would be a hassle to already need to have things fixed and cleaned.

Thankfully, just as he'd suspected, the rest of the game proceeds smoothly enough, and Alhaitham watches as Xehanort makes what is in all likelihood his last move for this game.]

It is troublesome. [He gives his agreement as he reaches over and makes his last move, too—the pawn that he'd managed to promote to a second queen piece to the right square, firmly locking the king down in a checkmate.] Doubly so when nobody truly knows how and why the rifts function the way that they do.

[There's been speculations, of course, stories and tales from both the locals here and the little bits of things previous riftfarers have left behind, many of which Alhaitham has read through in his own search for information. But five years hasn't exactly been a lot of time to fully understand a phenomenon such as this when what it brings so much interruption to everything, and the world being more water than land adds an extra layer of fracture that doesn't help anyone. It's all incredibly annoying, if Alhaitham has anything to say about it.]

Good game.

[ it's honest. if anything, xehanort is not a sore loser. everything is an opportunity to learn more, to plan ahead next time, to notice mistakes and lock them down. admitting a loss openly was rarer, but there was no reason to put himself at odds with anyone right now by acting haughty. alhaitham had played very well, even if it had been xehanort's own lapse in judgement that had cost him victory. he's pretty sure alhaitham recognises that, too.

he shifts to the side, bringing both legs up onto the bench to cross them and rest his arms over his knees, staring out the window at the ocean. wherever he ended up, there was always an ocean. ]

It's so different from worlds I'd read about. Like a bubble of activity in a sea of little else. [ the fledgling, incomplete places he had visited with his classmates felt so empty compared to this. ] It would've been nice to come here normally.

[ then, bluntly, but not rudely; ]

How old are you?

[Alhaitham acknowledges the victory with a nod, though just as Xehanort had suspected, he is well-aware of the fact that the victory had only come by chance. Doesn't make it any less of a win, of course, but while Alhaitham has never been arrogant enough to assume he has a mastery over this game, its still humbling to witness it for himself all the same.

With the game now done Alhaitham leans back himself, lounging comfortably against the cushions Kaveh had gone out of his way to pile up behind him. It just almost borders on overkill, though Alhaitham can't deny the comfort that its bringing to him now. Though it would always be nicer with his senior right in his lap...

Later, perhaps.

Hearing Xehanort as he muses out loud brings with it a new wave of questions himself, because from the sounds of it it almost seems like he's used to the idea of going to different worlds which... is enough of a topic to unpack in and of itself. Until his arrival here Alhaitham didn't even think there could be other worlds beyond Teyvat, so that aspect has been especially enlightening to him since.

The question about his age is a little unexpected, though, and he blinks for a second at it, but sees no reason to not answer it, so he does.] Twenty-nine. [A pause, and then he asks.] What relevance does that have to traveling between worlds?

[That's... the assumption he is making anyway, based on what Xehanort had said.]

[ xehanort smiles, amused at alhaitham trying to make a connection between the concepts. talking about other worlds openly seemed to be normal, here - strange for him, after all he and his friends had discussed about the world order. and, well, if no one was going to remember the details away from here anyway, there was even less reason to not discuss it. ]

Nothing at all. Just thought I'd start small.

[ honestly, he's a bit surprised that alhaitham is that much older than him. between his classmates and their elderly master, xehanort didn't have much interaction with people in that age bracket aside from the merchants and such in scala. ]

I don't know what kind of honorific I'm supposed to use for someone like you. Is just calling you by your name okay?

[ even though i'm younger, he implies. alhaitham carries the kind of scholarliness some of the other masters at the scalan academy did, so he's assuming there's some kind of learned background to him. ]

[The almost frequent talk of other worlds is certainly something that Alhaitham has had to get used to since coming here. It does make him wonder sometimes if topics such as these are even entertained back in Teyvat... he supposes it might be something that exists in Vahumana, if nowhere else.

Still, such discoveries are not all sunshine and rainbows, as Alhaitham has since discovered himself. Different worlds and powers also bring forth different dangers and threats—some of which are beyond mortal ken. Those, in particular, are enough to make one consider things otherwise.

But that's something that does not matter right now, in this moment. Alhaitham blinks again, tilting his head just a bit at the question—both the spoken and unspoken ones.]

I don't mind. [He answers after a pause, giving a careless shrug as he does so. For Alhaitham titles and prestige tend to matter little to him; the respect that comes with them should be something that has to be earned, and not given with those things. Some people of course prove themselves worthy of it by the time its bestowed upon them, but many others do not.]

That's good to know.

[ he nods, still looking out at the ocean. there had been no sign of darkness here - at least not the kind he was used to, that coalesced into heartless and attacked relentlessly. that was equal parts freeing and concerning. to him, light and darkness were forces of nature, truths of the universe. to be somewhere without those immutable concepts locked in battle after years of learning about them was... odd.

and this world was so wide. even scala, with its seemingly endless islands of cities built tall, had felt so cloistered compared to this. probably because there had only been life in one single city, but still. ]

You've been here eleven months. Did you and your husband arrive here together?

[ there's a very subtle hint of desperation in his tone, not fully masked by the neutrality of the question. his classmates had all left together. even with the strange ways of this place, xehanort wants, possibly selfishly, for them to be here with him. ]

[Alhaitham is content to maintain his own silence as Xehanort seems to ponder over things in his head once more, which is an act he can certainly understand. No doubt there is much to take in when you suddenly find yourself in another world with almost no warning or reason—or at least none that seems to have surfaced at the moment. That much is somewhat frustrating, but there's no point in being hung up about it. The world will continue to spin, even with the slew of unanswered questions that exist.

When Xehanort asks his next question Alhaitham takes a second again, one to recount the memories himself but another to see the way Xehanort is trying to carry himself right now, and also as Alhaitham answers said question.]

No, Kaveh came first, in our initial arrival. I only came two months later, despite both of us having 'left' at the same point of time. [It certainly was a little disorienting to think about back then, especially in those early days. Kaveh, who'd already had to struggle to be here by himself, and Alhaitham who saw the ways it was affecting him when nobody else did, because nobody else could. How would they? None of them know Kaveh like he does—and while other things are different now, this much has not changed.] But we did get sent back together, and came back at the same time.

[They washed up on the beach holding hands, even, though if you asked Alhaitham what he'd remembered more (besides his conversation with Kaveh there anyway) is how uncomfortable it is to have your wet clothes stuck with sand. Truly one of the worst experiences ever if he has anything to say about it.]

[ xehanort's fingers twitch, as if he's about to grip his arms to ground himself, but he exhales deeply instead and closes his eyes with a nod. it's a middle-ground answer. in all likelihood, if his friends were here, he'd have found at least one of them already. this world was big, but he was good at searching, and they were all very good at running into each other.

it was reassuring to think at least they were probably safe. seeing them again was also a possibility, though a tenuous term like possibility weighed heaver on him than he wished it to. and there were those people... who had recognised him, but not him as he was. the suspicion and immediate negative reactions had been hurtful, confusing, and had brought back memories he'd had rather left in the past.

uncomfortable and lonely. he'd forgotten what it was like. ]

You have questions for me, too.

[ an offer, partly to get himself out of his own head about this and partly because he senses alhaitham might need the prompting. ]

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[Alhaitham continues to watch the way Xehanort takes in the information that has been given to him. At the end of the day, it is only natural to be shaken and unsettled by something so unexpected—for it seems like just about every riftfarer did not have a say in coming to this world, regardless of the circumstance they were before. And while there are some who see it as a blessing in the end, others may not necessarily feel the same way. Xehanort, it seems, leans more to the latter—which is of course a completely understandable response.

After another pause Xehanort goes on to address him, prompting him for questions, and Alhaitham takes that cue for what it is. While its clear that the other is troubled by something, Alhaitham is not one to pry into the details of others. As long as it doesn't bother him, then he sees no reason to know, much less interfere.

Anyway, with the floor now open, as it were, Alhaitham is quick to take this chance, only needing a second more before he looks over to Xehanort and asks his question.]

How do you normally travel between worlds?

[Since they were kind of already on the topic and all that, and the way Xehanort speaks of the idea suggests more than a passing level of familiarity. And while he has met a few other person who are also familiar with the concept, he has a feeling this is something a bit different from those other examples.]

[ really, that's the perfect question to distract xehanort from his spiral of loneliness. he blinks, surprised at how blunt alhaitham had been in asking. even though he had been the one to prompt the question, it takes him a moment to decide whether to answer openly or to feign ignorance.

it's something he finds fascinating himself, having grown up yearning for other worlds. this is pretty blatantly reflected in how, as soon as he makes his decision, xehanort's voice turns a little more animated. he rotates on the bench so he's facing the chessboard (and alhaitham) with his legs crossed, rather than looking out the window. ]

Most worlds are tiny, isolated things. [ he begins, moving several pawns into a circle to represent them. each piece rests on the crosspoint of four squares, rather than in the centre of one. ] They have their own structure and order. We've been taught to respect that, as best we can. Here, in this huge world, that "order" is already a complete mess. So, there's no problem talking about it.

[ he traces the lines dividing each square with a fingertip, going from piece to piece. ]

There are paths called the Lanes Between which can be traversed with the right guidance and equipment. I've only been able to do so for a few months.

[ with a casual motion, he holds a hand out to the open side of the cafe interior. his keyblade appears in a flash of sparkles, and xehanort lays it across his lap with his hand on the hilt. ]

This is a keyblade. It's the equipment, and most of the guidance.

[Alhaitham for his part has never seen any reason to beat around the bush on things that both parties are already aware of. Since they both know, there is no need to repeat that which is already true and known, and it will simply easier to get right to the chase. That's how he's always operated, and being in this place has not changed that much.

He listens intently to the explanation as its being given to him, one part of him noticing how much more animated the other becomes during this. Clearly, its something that he has a personal interest him, or at least that's the conclusion that he can draw. Alhaitham supposes part of that is because of Xehanort's own experience, but still... the idea of wanting to venture to other worlds continues to feel rather left field for him.

Worlds, multiple. And in this place alone he's already seen a huge variety of people from all those different worlds. It's certainly been a lot of think about, and this only gives a lot more food for thought.

The appearance of this... 'keyblade', when it comes, its also a little unexpected, and Alhaitham can't help but look at it in curiosity as Xehanort shows it to him. It's easy enough to see why its called a keyblade, even if he can't see it being a wholly practical weapon. More of a keymace than a blade, if it were up to him, but its not as if Teyvat hasn't had its share of strange looking weapons from blacksmiths that were a bit too creative, so he's not one to comment.]

What happens when this 'order' that you've mentioned is disrupted?

[Xehanort does make it sound like its something important, yet he also said that the order of his place is already a mess... perhaps that is part of the reason why this world is the way that it is? It's a possibility that has crossed his mind before, though he doesn't have this same knowledge that Xehanort clearly possesses.]

[ having alhaitham listen with actual interest is encouraging, even as xehanort's enthusiasm fades a little as he recalls, again, his lack of traveling companions. he stares at the keyblade in his lap for a long moment, rotating his wrist to turn it over - impractical as it may have looked, it almost hummed with the strength of his own heart - before letting it vanish back into motes of light.

the question has him blink up at alhaitham, it not quite being the query he had expected. the world order had already been a rule that his group had been willing to... bend, though definitely not break, in their search for clues. he brings a hand to his chin, thinking for another long moment. ]

I suppose it would affect how a world develops. Most are unaware of the Lanes, of us, and of other worlds. [ he makes a vague gesture around them. ] It's not right for a visitant to influence that with knowledge or power the world wouldn't naturally develop on its own.

[ sure, they meddle a bit. but the meddling was coated in excuses and kept away from local's eyes as much as possible. they're guardians of light, that's what they were supposed to do - fend off the darkness and keep the worlds alive, functional, and able to continue their stories.

he puts the pawns he'd been demonstrating with back into their rightful places on the board. ]

This world feels different. [ he smiles, only a bit sadly. ] Literally falling out of the sky isn't how it usually works, for one.

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[A small nod from Alhaitham as he takes in this information. The order of a world, changed, thus affecting the way a place develops... he can see the thread of logic in that. After all, a good part of the technology that exists in this world seems to largely stem from what previous riftfarers had brought with them, based on what he has managed to read up on the history of this world.]

I suppose the rifts being a constant thing that exists here plays a part in that difference. [He remarks, gaze flicking down to the chessboard as Xehanort puts the pieces back to where they were originally meant to be.] And I guess you're no longer able to use these Lanes you speak of to leave, because you wouldn't be here talking to me otherwise.

[It's just a gut feeling, of course, but if Alhaitham were in his shoes, he can't imagine himself wanting to stay in a place that he didn't intend to be at in the first place, especially when he has the means to do so. Curiosity is one thing, but he doubts it'll ever trump over the reality of being stranded against one's will.]

Yeah. This world's order is that it's already defined by other worlds. It's open, despite none of us being able to leave.

[ an edge of bitterness seeps into his voice. they'd been on a mission. even if time didn't pass here - a theory xehanort had been relying on since the start, and really was relieved to have confirmed - the sudden lack of progress toward their goal was deeply frustrating. and he missed them, so much. this game had been more than pleasant, but didn't hold a candle to Usual Chess Afternoons. ]

I can't access the Lanes. [ his armour could be equipped, his keyblade able to take its glider form, but there was no way to open a gate. ] ...even if I could, without any guidance, it would be hard to navigate home.

[ master odin had been the one to provide them with the means to navigate the lanes, underclassmen like themselves not permitted to roam freely. xehanort knew the theory behind tracking worlds, but had never done it himself. ]

...what's your world like?

[This world's order being defined by other worlds... Alhaitham can't say that he would have thought of it like that, but he supposes its because he didn't have the exact knowledge to have that sort of understanding. To be honest he still can't quite grasp it, but that's what research is for, in the end.]

Even without guidance, you still have some experience with traversal between worlds, which is enough of a start. [Of course, its hard to say if something can actually come out of that... but its certainly better than the nothing he had to start with. There may be talk of hidden planes and lost civilizations in Teyvat, but worlds are very much a whole different beast.

But that aside, its not hard to pick up on how much this talk is affecting Xehanort, and he's pretty sure that being asked about Teyvat is one way of deflection. He's more or less fine with that, since he knows better than most how ineffective it is to speak when under duress. For better or worse they have the time here to figure things out, so there's no need to rush.

He takes a second here, to get some coffee into him, shifting a bit at the same time to get comfortable. Alhaitham never minds talking about Teyvat to those who asked, and he owes Xehanort this much after the information that's been given to him.]

Teyvat is a land that's divided into seven nations, each of them ruled by a being known as an Archon. [Well, the truth is that only about half of the Archons are known to still be around now; the Anemo Archon has never been seen for hundreds of years, the Geo Archon has passed, and the Hydro Archon recently stepped down from her position. But Xehanort doesn't need to know any of those extraneous details.] Each Archon holds dominion over one of the seven elements that make up the world, and are said to have the authority to grant humans the power of a Vision. Humans who own a Vision are then able to use the powers of the element that the Vision bears.

[A brief pause as he hums. What else can he say here...] Unlike your keyblade, Vision holders do not have any means of being instructed in how to use their Vision, because everyone's Vision is unique to themselves and functions completely differently. There are some basics that can be shared, but anything beyond that is simply innate and usually found through trial and error.

[Alhaitham certainly had to take a bit to figure out how to work his Vision. Kaveh... he'd never really asked, though he can't say he's ever seen anyone use a Vision in the way his senior has. Not that that much is surprising—Kaveh wouldn't be who he is if he ever allowed himself to conform to the ordinary.]

[ alhaitham's simple words of encouragement are unexpected, but not unwelcome. xehanort shifts a little awkwardly, ducking his head and giving a simple nod to show he'd understood what alhaitham was communicating. they both had no idea whether it would make a difference, but it was... nice. to hear some positivity - not even praise - from someone a bit older.

he waits patiently for the other man to get comfortable, glancing around at the cafe in a display of false nonchalance. mehrak floating around catches his eye, which then follows on to xehanort watching kaveh at work for a little while. when he senses that alhaitham has settled, he sets his hands in his lap and listens. ]

Seven elements...?

[ while other worlds had their own order, xehanort had never read of any that were defined by anything other than light and darkness. sure, escordvi as a world felt undefined by the concepts entirely, but lacking that and having it replaced with other driving forces were different. the fascination shows on his face, hands clasped and body language attentive. ]

Are Visions... items, or innate powers? [ both? neither? ] Do these Archons interact with humans outside of granting Visions?

[Hello I am just here to be pretty, gay and oblivious, how are you?

He's trying to make a ridiculous little lion in the latte foam, by the way.]

[The way Xehanort reacts to what Alhaitham tells him feels not too dissimilar to how he felt inside when he first learned of other worlds himself in this place—of course, some of that novelty has since worn off due to... incidents... but at the end of the day its still very much a new frontier that's definitely worth exploring into. At his own pace, of course.

There's another pause after Xehanort's question, though this time its because Alhaitham is grabbing his cape that he'd left at his side (no need to have it on when he's in here the whole day after all), plucking out the Vision that's dangling from where his shoulder would be and then holding it up for the other to see.]

Visions themselves are what grants a person the ability to use elemental power, but the method of execution differs in every individual. [He turns his Vision over after saying that, briefly giving it a look over himself. Unlike Kaveh Alhaitham doesn't hold his own Vision as of high of a regard, even if he will readily admit its usefulness—it does make some things a lot easier to deal with.] As for your own other question, every Archon has their own way of leading their respective nation, which includes how they interact with the people who live there. I can't speak for the other nations, but Lord Kusanali—Sumeru's Archon—has always made an effort to connect with the people, Vision bearer or otherwise.

[If Alhaitham speaks like he knows her personally... well, its because he does. She's his boss, after all. ~~That and he also led a coup to free her from her 500 year imprisonment but he will downplay that fact for eternity.~~]

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