The Eagleville docks were a whole level of dystopia worse than even the ruins left beyond The Wall. At least they get to have nature take them over in the end. Here, it was nothing but a lot of crumbled buildings and chewed up streets. Most abandoned for lack of people, some burned to barren char, others destroyed like a freak earthquake had hit just their block. But some were clearly under deconstruction, like they were being repurposed to shore up structures deeper in. With similar treatment shown to the roads. Holes dug or outright blasted, battle damage and recent barricading. Better to make the route to your base impassable than just let anyone even near what was yours.

Though, despite the foreboding ad hoc self-destruction, there was still foot traffic. Still the sounds of life whether it be good or bad. Basements thumped with music like the exact opposite of speakeasies. A sign or two tried to entice anyone at all to enter and buy… something. Though by the glazed looks and twitching demeanors they were probably drug related. There were even a few… less…

'Uuughhh…'

Seth had never really had much time or care to think about girls growing up. The Garkah really flat lined any amount of privacy he could ever have. So seeing a brothel wasn't exactly something he was prepared for. And the sounds coming off of it-

'Let's just find a different street to go down, huh!!'

He could really use less of a distraction from what was ahead anyway. The punk 'err…' 'Zor' had said the Hotbox was the Docker's main hideout, though apparently it was more of a hub than a base. What it contained was hard to say, but it was where people were taken when they were kidnapped. That much was hard to miss. Seth was going to have to fight his way in, probably fight his way back out just for what was already expected to be in there. Though most of the people he passed as he walked these dilapidated streets seemed to be itching for that outcome. The glazed stares were easily avoided, but the goons needed a bit of distracting. A pirate cell tower was still a cell tower, so a few were getting calls at rather opportune times.

'Something about wanting to renew their extended warranties. Heh.'

He may have trouble focusing, but he still had the Garkah's infrastructure to fall back on. And spoofing numbers was just too easy. So the route deeper in was at least manageable. No desperate shadow crawling through alleyways and rushing for cover, just another person walking the street looking for their fix. That no one was allowed more than a glance at. As they headed for the dark heart of this place without so much as a look back.

The Hotbox quickly becoming more than just a name and a room some piece of shit was comfortable in. A looming, heavily repurposed warehouse backed right into the artificially expanded bank of the Plateau. Concrete docks putting it out over the water and in prime location for distribution. The smell of the broken open sewer system that permeated the district melded with the stench of saltwater decay, with a heap of both dry and wet rot to round out just how bad this place reeked. But all that foul air paled in comparison to something more primal. A horrid feeling Seth had about the building he was just waltzing right up to.

Corrugated and cut apart metal panels lined the outer walls, armor against a siege they had no hope of winning. But the rusted through plates and slatted windows, the darkened metal and piled high rotting boxes surrounding. Something about this building made it into an entrance to the worst circle of hell. Like inside would just be mountains of bodies and blood on every wall.

What anger had been kept at bay started to boil up. And over. Instinct flaring it for a fight because flight was too damning of a prospect. But that anger wasn't alone, it was harmonized with. That oh-so-still present chest ache, those spiked beats rumbling his nerves in merciless unison, swirled that boil with purpose and method. This place was evil, and even his guilt wanted it gone.

A pair of guards in common dress, suspended waders and thick denim, lazily camping out at the door. Representing the only resistance to be seen, beyond the general understanding that this place was a fucking human warehouse! Seth could do little to fight his power flaring up, his care for these nobodies waning away. And really he offered it little resistance. The guards sat up from their positions, pipes and pistols their only defense to the audacity of the one advancing on them. All they probably saw was some suicidal idiot in a trench coat walking up their concrete path. Walking on their turf. Thinking he owned the place they carved out themselves. All before that idiot saw their world for himself.

The kick off was instantaneous, destructive. A spray of salt etched concrete poofing this intruder like he'd never existed in the first place. Till he was already there before them, trailing red and burning blue. As a right hand snatched the right guard's arm and yanked it along, without so much as a flinch allowed to manifest. Powered flare and focused revile, pushing and pulling as will pleased. Spreading through like searching tendrils, like linking connections once absentmindedly created. A watchful and careful stymie making sure this goon would live to face judgment for what was scrounged up. Seth's mind latching to his in an instant of still learning limits. Just as when he helped his own mom see the light. Just as with Erdwut slicing into his shoulder. Just as with the goons who would not proceed their fellow pieces of shit in utter obliteration.

Seth gave them what he had, made them what he was. If only for an instant, if only for a moment to sloppily read their being. To use his power as medium and mold. To listen to how they would hum.

He could see bits of their lives, make out thoughts as nerves and grey matter were copied into threads, seeing this world through someone else's eyes. Through someone else's being orchestral. To see what emotion was held to as it all flew by. But what was seen threw Seth's control out the window.

This guard, this Carl, this no named waste of space! He had watched countless numbers of people, children, supers all get carried kicking and screaming into this place… And enjoyed it! He saw them as weak, deserving, impure, and tainted! Just tools to abuse, just things in the way, just fodder for something…! something-

"rrrrRRRRRAAAAAAHH!!!"

Seth had seen too much and this bastard was too far gone from this world! That spread returned to its sender, reeled back under what control he had left, took back what was wholly undeserved. As any civil discourse to refute this bigotry was ruthlessly denied.

That barely perceptible moment ending as those left in the wake caught up as best they could, and as the other hand slammed down to the right guard's knee. The sound of bone and tendon snapping apart drawing what attention either had. Both toppling over without even understanding they'd just been struck, but knew even less of what was about to happen to him.

One sudden loss of balance, the other too far gone to stop, two hands steaming and grilling as they clamped down on their yanked at fulcrum, and all the gravity in the world was lost both of them. As heads collided and force took hold. The conking and shattering of teeth on scalp signaling more than incapacitation. And yet the sudden resulting wood splintering of their unconscious bodies slamming into a nearby rotten shipping box meaning that Seth had over done things and was finally on the down swing.

'But who gives a fuck, they deserved worse!!'

And there were a lot more inside waiting for the same treatment.

The reinforced main door loudly screeched open like the shipping container it was taken off of, stealth wasn't an option or ever a consideration. The smell of the bright outside lost in the blighted deluge from the dank and darkened interior. Human shit and crammed together bodies, antiseptic and acrid smoke, cordite and ozone and an altogether fucking abominable atmosphere. Causing every fiber to ripple to bristle and flare. Seth took one step in, and the world turned to base particles. Upswing already curling over and locking there.

Outlines showing through the walls, perturbed goons manning makeshift rooms built into a front corridor. Another step, and a door on the right was doomed to fly. A locked left, a concrete shattering kick off, and a metal buckling punch sent it careening at its occupant. The screech of its violent reversal of swing overshadowed by it slamming home, one goon made to pinwheel in the gale.

The opposite door opening as that hand forced it back shut. The reacting goon never saw his target. Only the door they opened get smashed back in their face. Hinges impacted and friction welded shut. Locking whoever was inside away from what was oncoming. From Seth overtaking all the light that pooled into this dark hell, eyes burning below brim, fists clenching to bone, and no ache in his chest left to stop what he wanted.

To tear this places apart.

The corridor continued deep into the warehouse, and the smell only intensifying with Seth's need. With every far too slow Docker along the way bearing the brunt. Cratering into their sheet and stressed metal creations. Into concrete floors and furniture abound. They probably won't die… probably. But Seth still couldn't really give a shit either way! Not even enough to see them as the people they were, only the monsters they made themselves into. His only goal, the only agreeable outcome, was this place burning to the ground.

His advance finally leading him to the final door in the corridor, solid steel and locked tigh-

*SKRANG*

Well it was locked. Though Seth was assaulted by the source of this foul building's air as he tore the door open with his bare hands. An antiseptic effluence, festering wound and rotten blood, the sting and burn and grinding implications only driving this fury higher. Even as shots kicked that stale, confined air.

The doorway filling with lead and sparks, made brighter by the burn and sheen of what dared coat the walls. A gaggle of goons refusing to await their inevitable, but only scoring their slapdash hold. And driving that fury to already broken limits.

Because Seth was already in the room.

And careening into the first goon he could see beyond sight!

Left locked low and gut checking to a world of hurt. Impact spreading Seth's flare to every subset corner, giving him the look into the Dockers thoughts he definitely didn't need to calm himself down. Every one of these guys reveled in the pain they caused, enjoyed the hell they created. And every one of them was going to pay for it.

That flare receded back, but the goon flew regardless. The clang of his unconscious body hitting bars rusting behind threw the rest of his fellow damned for a loop, and only served to help them understand the true hell they had consigned themselves to. As the room's paltry lights crashed away, leaving only the blue burn of Seth's eyes rising between them all to cement this condemnation from on low.

As that blue plasma became a blur, traced toward each goon, flashes of gunfire trying to rival and catch it but only served to draw it straight to them. The sound of skin being beaten like disparate basses. Bodies crumpling and cracking and slamming into the walls. Crashing into each other to make none the merrier. There was no hope left for these bastards because there was nothing left to stop Seth from tearing them apart. Piece by piece!

Nothing… but that harmonized guilt sparing them the sudden end due.

The pockmarked darkness flashed in his face, cordite burst and blinding light trying to keep him back. A fist smashed jaw, as that flash failed its duty. Bone shattered, flesh tore, but its form was known in the flare proceeding. Only enough damage to make the point clear as another unconscious body was remanded back to gravity's course. But the dim aurora flare of infinitesimal threads, splaying and fraying as they failed to reel back in time, gave more than just the minds eye. A disgusting feeling of shared experience and being left in all that wake, but also their being in true physical. Framework flash made and seen. Only an unconscious instinct, that guilt ridden beat, keeping this condemnation from being a permanent solution. Even if he became one with the darkness, he could heal them just as easily.

The flashes fell off, only but one final sound tried to play out. A goon? No! Someone important! Seen the error of his ways and was trying to flee. The clack of his dropped pistol was undershadowed by the jingle of a key ring, and a clear imprint in Seth's mind of him being the one at this places center.

Old grudges agitated, unpowered jealousy staining the image, someone only allowed to keep ripping into people because it was worth the annoyance of relying on a supe. A hold out, trying to be indispensable. A coward to be disposed of when the day finally came. But also the one carving people up and stuffing their organs into others!

That blue glare turned to him like the eyes of the devil come to show him the final error of his sins, and his shadowed form was whipped around into the air. His fall accentuated as that glare slammed him down to the sound of shattered metal and concrete and the finality of this god forsaken place!

The world slowly seethed back to material despair, slowed and highlighted world returning to speed with every heinous breath. The dim lighting buzzing back alive, a little brighter as Seth poured the excess power he had into them, a need to just use it up rather than hold to it and let it all stagnate.

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'It stunk of their cancer anyway.'

The room was finally visible beyond its now convicted contents. An operating theater now tossed and crisscrossed. Cabinets of supplies disgorged and impacted. Freezer space condensing out of bullet holes. Fluids leaking and drenching those crumpled too close. And a central table crushed under the weight of its condemned. The hows and whys left to dissipate, but the blond fuck with his eyes rolled back into his head had the keys Seth needed. And the whole reason he came here was past that rusty cage door passed it all.

The biggest key thunking it, screeching it open to let him see what they dared to lock away. See the wall to wall cells, the rusted bars and metal plates and grime ridden floors. Hear the whimpers of the unjustly incarcerated tossing all other thoughts aside. The cells had no lights, but the forms of countless numbers filled them. But barely a few could stand. Separated by age, adults were piecemeal at the flanks but the children were crammed together at the back wall. All of them staring back as he looked around to them, scarf tightly piled up over his face but eyes meeting theirs in crushing empathy.

They were a spotty gradient of emaciation, skin and bone the only common indicator of time served. Their clothes a mixed bag of torn and stained. Blood and dirt and-

'God please let it just be dirt!'

Several of them were scarred in too many ways. Wrists and arms scabbed over from obvious malpractice worthy blood draws, cuts and bruises from beatings, broken bones and slashed tendons from desperate escape attempts. He looked down, almost in desperation to get the images surrounding him away, but with better purpose. This doctor, this bastard at the center. What he'd gotten hold of was all patchwork and a hell their own. Like more than one person resided within him, or that he'd been stealing organs for himself. Seth blew it off as jumbled limitations of shit he only just learned to do. So much of it the same images horrific anyway, just with the same face draped in blond excess being cut into. But the keys were more important.

Thumbing through them as he tried to find which was which, while immediately storming over to the children's cell. Several cowering back, starting to tear up like this was a trick to crush what was left of their spirits. But none cried out, none whimpered even a sound, only cementing Seth's ultimate wish to nuke this place to fucking kingdom come. His hands refused to stop shaking as the memories failed to stick, as he jammed key after key into the lock, each one failing to turn and only adding to his-

"gghhAAAAAAAAHH!!"

The last key spalled to splinters as he tore it away and clamped down on the corroded bars, flare spreading like wildfire through them. So that an almighty yank came away with the dust cloud that used to be a cell door. Desperation seething through the rusted air, eyes glaring above the frightened children, but a sharp breath cleared his frustration and the tetanus cloud that obfuscated him. Fear refused even a joyous release, cowering stillness locking them down like deer in headlights.

He knelt down to their level, the huddle cowering back even more, save for one staring straight into his soul. It was a girl, brown hair and eyes, couldn't be older than ten.

'How much fucked up shit has to fucking happen to 10 years olds in this world?'

An oversized blue shirt hanged off her by ripped up seams, a scar on her cheek triple wide and marking her defiance, but her eyes still teared up in spite. Seth stretched out his hand, the same one he just dusted their cell with. Her hesitation was crushing in its own horrid right. But shakily, cautiously, she raised hers and placed it in his.

It was pale, cold. Then hot. Too hot! She had powers, an uncontrolled blue aura started to tear at Seth's hand, burn his skin and etch at his soul like ghostly fire. Like he was in his suit burning after overloading it. But he held it regardless, fought back against the pain that knew no tangible source, wrapping his hand around hers like they were just going to cross the street together. A beacon to the rest that he really was here to free them, lead them out of the hell they'd been left in. Back to a better life than this.

If what was outside was even any better.

Past the cells he broken open to more matured relief and spoken thanks, passed broken doors and beaten bodies. Past banging of those sealed into their new more deserving cells. Past what mitigating all his anger had done, what holding back and keeping at bay had wrought as best it could. All the way to seeing that blinding light at its end. With so many in toe and only two… Aegises…? Prepared to meet him…?

'…ffffuuuuuugh… I know these assholes have an escape hatch somewhere!'

*A few minutes earlier*

The air around Aegis rushed by with a velocity Alex could only just barely keep up with, this was a lead she really didn't want to miss and she wasn't going to hold back in reaching it. The pair zoomed out of the skyline of Kadia toward those circling hills, toward Eagleville. A red hinted Aegis, Alex, desperately forming up alongside as best she could. If what Razor had described was true, they just found where Seth was hiding and where he would be at this very moment. And if not, they'd at least found some people in real need of rescue.

The radio in Aegis' ear tried to buzz to life, but a quick flick silenced it before anyone could admonish her. The one still hidden in Alex's silent, but carefully flicked off as well. This was happening no matter what, and she would rather not be the intermediary to the fall out.

As the half dystopian streets of the neighboring town came into view over the tree covered hills, Alex could hardly accept a place like this existed so close to Kadia. But her thought was interrupted as impromptu flight lead shifted. A thoughtful slow down, followed by a sudden stop and boom upward into the cloudy sky. Alex scrambled to a stop, doing everything she could to catch up. But Aegis was ridiculously fast when she needed to be. Thankfully slowing as the white fluff cloaked their intrusion, allowing Alex to finally hovering in alongside her.

"Hughugh… Would it kill you to pace yourself?! This flight system is insane!"

Aegis' serious face finally cracked from the moment she heard Razor's description, even chuckling a bit with a nostalgic gleam.

"You should have seen what it was like growing up with it. Breaking your wrists will teach you control real quick."

The pair casually zoomed through the seasonal dour, plenty of cover to get them over the docks without too much notice. And they needed to keep unseen, else another Kineticlysm-esc fiasco could ensue and a lot of innocent people could end up paying the price. It wasn't truly his fault, but the damage he cause when it all hit the streets couldn't be ignored. Aegis had always wanted to find out who it was that really caused the unrest, and well now she had an excuse.

Their target was hard to miss. The majority of the warehouses that began to dominate the sprawl below them all looked decayed beyond structural soundness. So the only one worth its salt, and coincidentally the one covered in salvaged container walls and brimming with an uninviting aesthetic, was it. These Dockers were all about intimidation factor. Also the roof was painted up with "Death to Supers" on it. Really hard to miss from the air. Made the hand full of years in the dark more fucking irritating.

But something was off as they hit the airspace over the building. The entrance was wide open, there were no guards anywhere near, and… And it didn't seem as intimidating as it should be for a human trafficking base. Aegis looked back at her struggling greenhorn, a stern look back and a silent nod the go ahead to descend. As quick as before, Aegis dropped to the ground, thrust vectored down hard but halting a foot above the ground. Blowing away the built up garbage and dirt with the wind force alone. Alex psyched up and tried to repeat her move, the sudden assault of the dockyard air wincing her out of focus. Lurching her to a stop just above the crates that stacked up three high on the concrete dock, nose held tight before she looked around at her haphazard descent. A quick release and she landed down proper and immediately got back to regretting ever learning to breathe.

"Oh god! Uguugh… What the hell is that smell?"

"Nothing good."

A desperate change turned Alex to a cloud of red smoke, another Marvelous mimic. Can't smell if you don't have a nose, and they needed to be stealthy anyway. Aegis glared at the entrance, the pair were occluded from the main path by the surrounding boxes, a glowing wispy eye poking out to check wide.

"All clear… For some reason."

"Because he's already been through."

Alex looked back up at her and followed her eye line. A matching set of orange overalls and rubber waders were sticking out of a smashed in box, their owners unconscious and heaped inside.

"Sheesh he-"

"shhh!"

Aegis shushed her as she glared at the door, figures appearing in the unnerving dark. She tensed, air at her feet pushing another layer deeper into the built in grime, but abating as those figures staggered into the light.

Ragged, torn, and bloodied clothing. Many emaciated forms leaning on anything still stable. Lot beaten and aching and weeping into the light. Her tension melted as the tide of human suffering stumbled free of their captivity. Without a care for consequences, Aegis shot out of her cover and ran to help as a man stumbled out of the dark. Alex didn't even have a chance to dissuade her, nor an inclination as she glanced back at the clear path and morphed her way toward the wounded. Red clouds turned to red hued armor and medical power. She couldn't compare to Mediknight, but she could do her best.

Aegis steadied her first ward and scooped up an emaciated woman about to fall over all the same. Hurriedly laying them down away from the entrance, hand grasping to hers in reassurance and failing hard not to grip too tight. An immediate relinquishing, a flick of the radio on her ear, and she was already off to the next needing way more than she could offer.

"Hill Control, Valerian Actual in need of an immediate medical evac flight to Eagleville docks! Will pop flare for direction but we need multiple VTOLs here now!"

"W-wait… Aegis we-"

"I am counting 50+ victims in varying states of god damn torture and starvation here!! There is no time for hesitation!!"

"R-roger ma'am!!"

"Mimic focus on the-"

"Already on it!"

Alex had already triaged three more before she'd made the call. Rowing them up and setting to work. She could heal bones and organs, but malnutrition wasn't going to just go away. The stream of humanity soon losing stature as group after group of children came out from the dark, huddled but thankfully with less injury but more existential weight. Aegis stormed through the crowds, trying to identify those who needed attention first, directing everyone else to stay near but get free of the door.

Eyes that had not seen the sun in far too long squinted and cried. Those who had been spared the worst ran into the light with undefeatable joy. Many tried to cling to and hug Aegis as she tried to check them. Frail forms too weak to properly grasp mixed with those too manically happy to let go. Every time she drooped low, scooped them up, and pressed them into her shoulder, but continued scanning the tide for the wounded. Alex was swamped on the box walled sides, hands wrapped around poorly healed breaks and lesionous bruises. The sickening smell had faded away as adrenaline and desperate duty drove her on.

Minutes passed, worry and scanning over the crowds becoming scanning between the street inland and the sky. But soon enough the thunder of a VTOL was heard over the gathered whimpering and lapping of the river. Aegis threw caution to the wind, passed off the child in her arms and pulled her hands in. An orange ring cowering any still not laid out or sat down, rising slowly from the concrete in the center of the dock, translucent barrier gradually folding over and over to get it as bright as it could be. With a massive forceful raise, the cylinder shot up into the sky, a beacon that few could miss. The thunder grew louder, as did finally her concern for the result of this shifted mission. But this was not the time for second guesses.

The roar of the VTOL increased as a flight of three cut through the clouds, escort flyers breaking off from railings and streaking toward the dock. Aerial perimeters were just good practice, and gave the less physically inclined a duty to uphold. Their smaller model carriers down under their auspice, side doors sliding open to reveal teams of medics and security staff.

The grime and trash on the street side docks blew in everyone's faces as the first came to land. Security stormed out the opposite side, guns and mild powers trained on the town that surrounded them. The medics filing off the warehouse side and running headlong toward Alex and the worst of the injured. Heavy packs and cases laden with as many Mediknight set packs as they could carry. One VTOL emptied, it powered back up to roar and pulled away, another already coming in to take its place and reinforce the response.

Aegis released her beacon as the flight circled above, as the main heavy VTOL pulled over the warehouse, loading ramp wide and scraping onto the corrugated roof. And bearing the strike team she hadn't called for but knew full well was coming along. The ominous glow of Eschenwald illuminated the angling dark as Erdwut stepped off, stoic glare scanning the area before staring down on her. Small groups of heroes scrambled off behind him, set missions already known. With even a few of her former trainees in tow.

Kabar using his lines to help teams rappel down, following his own around to secure a ground perimeter. Maya staying up and punching a hole in the reinforced roof for her team, following behind as a clearly designated breacher. Even David was tailing a few marine heroes over the edge of the docks into the river. A bit of pride carried over her concern, but melted as Erdwut kept walking forward, and stepped off the roof like a damn statue.

A standing straight up Erdwut crashed down on the concrete, startling a few of the stragglers still coming out into the light. A little girl cowering back behind a piece of paper she clutched in her hands. He scanned over them, none looked injured at least, just scared. With an almost uncharacteristic shift, Eschenwald dissipated and returned to his hip as he moved to address them.

"Keep moving and find a clear place to sit and rest. We will protect you, do not worry."

His tone was soft, measured, a side Aegis had not heard in a long while. But her relief was short lived as he turned back to her and stepped out of the apathetic boot shaped indent he'd just made. All softness gone from him again.

"Where is he?"

His voice grated against her, demanding an answer he knew he wasn't getting. Aegis steeled herself, but knew this wasn't going to go well.

"I don't know… We only-"

"Aegis! If we just-"

"Don't! Even! Start trying to say it!"

Her glare matched his, fiery expression turned against him.

"There are too many people here that needed help. If he got away because of it, then so be it. But don't you dare try to say I was in the wrong!"

His stoic glare at her didn't waver, but hints of rebuked fury were clear as his grip tightened on his stowed away sword.

"Then find him… Find anything! Don't make this a pointless gesture to people who want nothing to do with us!"

Aegis released her own grip, calming breaths trying to ease back the tension. She at least had the high ground on this. Because she had only asked for a medivac.

"Then why the hell did you come? All we needed was a standard security detail and the space to carry people out!"

"Because Para has the sense to report his, and your, findings! Though it seems neither of you understand how to stay where you should. We're lucky no one saw him in his state, but that doesn't mean this is any less worse! Do what you were meant to do and find him."

That grip returned, threatened to boil the air in opposition. In pure want to beat the false stoic right off his- *tug*

Aegis flinched and looked down, the little girl cowering behind her paper shield was tugging on her sleeve. The desperate expression of de-escalation on her face like she wanted her parents to stop fighting. Aegis' expression softened out of shame, a final calming release wiped away her tension as she knelt down to her.

"D-don't worry. You all are going to be safe from now on okay. We just-"

The girl closed her eyes and shook her head, messy brown hair tousling her nonverbal want for understanding. She pressed her grasped paper shield out for her to take. Aegis gingerly accepted it, a slight burn nibbling at the edges of the page. Looking down and patting down the embers on the crude drawing on the other side she flipped it over to make sense of it. Crayon and marker mixed together as best they could to show people.

The little girl in question was clear, brown hair and eyes matched with cartoonish depictions. There were others, red mixed with purple and odd colors in places. Wounds and… powers. But one was unlike the others. A dark figure standing over figures in similar orange to the Dockers, hand extended up with a metal barred door grasped in it, or at least part of it. It looked to be colored over at the top in a lot of… rather well shaded brown. But Aegis didn't focus on that much. Her focus was on the figure. Dark clothes, bright blue eyes glowing under a dark cap.

And a red scarf flowing on their neck.

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