Past The Wall

==By: LadyMooCow==
Hello peeps! (Yes I do mean Marshmallow Peeps) This is my original story so please don't copy or edit unless fixing spelling/grammar mistakes. TW: blood/violence
Note: I'll probably be changing the name of this story, so later it'll probably be called something different. Also if you thing of a better name please suggest it to me.
==Chapter 1: Katrina==
I stare out my window, examining every inch of the structure that blocks the outside world. My mother and the rest of the kingdom think of it as a shield, as protection. I think of it as an obstacle, blocking me from the outside world. The wall may protect us, but it traps us in here too. I sigh, imagining what may happen in the outside world. My mother says there is danger. The royal guards say there are monsters of all sorts. The rest of the staff in the castle just enjoys the protection the wall gives us, not wanting to question the need for a giant wall made of polished marble bricks. The villagers make up thousands of different stories. I love all the stories they make up, but my favorite is the one about a magical and peaceful sanctuary lying behind the wall. The story says that in the sanctuary there are all kinds of other intelligent beings and animals. I love the story because if it is true, that means my mother is wrong, and there isn't any danger. I love it because maybe I could get past the wall, and prove it was unneeded, and we could join the outside world.
"Wake up Princess Katrina. You don't want to be late for your birthday breakfast, do you?" I wake up to the sweet voice of my maid, Hannah. I slowly open my eyes, wanting to go back to sleep. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?" Hannah asks, and I groan in reply. I pull my comforter over my face, and close my eyes again. Hannah sighs. "Trina, please get up." I groan again. Hannah mutters something that starts with back in my day, and pulls the comforter off my face. 
"Hannah, let me sleep." I mumble, my voice thick with sleep.
"Trina, I don't have all day." Hannah replies. That's the thing I like about Hannah, she treats me as if I'm her own daughter, not royalty. 
I yank my comforter back over my face, and Hannah huffs with annoyance. I clench the comforter tightly in my fist. After a minute without Hannah trying to wake me up again, I slowly let myself drift off into sleep. Then suddenly I'm cold, my comforter on the floor, and Hannah standing over me, hands on her hips. "Get dressed. You are getting up and having breakfast." I sigh, and head to my closet to get dressed.
I walk down the long hallway that leads to the throne room. Apparently my mother ordered the kitchen staff to make a special breakfast for my birthday, and she wants us to eat in the throne room for my birthday. I don't get why she did this. All my other twelve birthdays she never did anything like this, so why on my thirteenth birthday? 
The first thing I see when I enter the throne room is a long table covered in a silver tablecloth. The table is covered with so much food. There are pancakes, scrambled eggs, toast, sandwiches, and so many other things. As I stare at all the food, two maids come in. One is carrying a pitcher of orange juice, and a pitcher of water. The other maid only carries a piece of paper. The maid with the drinks places the pitchers down, gives me a smile, then leaves the room. I turn to the remaining maid, and she hands me the piece of paper. "Your mother wrote this for you." She explains before leaving the room. 
The letter is definitely written by my mother. I'd recognize her handwriting anywhere. The letter reads:
Dearest Katrina,
I hope you are enjoying your birthday. I wanted to make this year very special, because I believe that a persons 13th birthday is the most important. I want to give you the best breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I had the kitchen staff serve serve all your favorites. I had them move the oak table because you like it the most. I had them move the purple chairs because you find them the comfiest in the castle. And I had them use a silver tablecloth because silver is the color of your eyes.
I did my best to make sure your day is perfect. I want you to have the best birthday. I want you to know that I love you, even if I don't show it much. 
Love, Mother 
As I get to the end of the letter I hear a familiar voice. 
"Good morning. How is your birthday going so far." Says Queen Virginia, my mother. 
==Chapter 2: Aaron==
Full Moon. Two words. To a normal person, words are all they are. But to me, someone who is most definitely not normal, they are the worst words that ever existed. They've haunted me most of my life, ever since I was six. Ever since the incident happened. Ever since I transformed for the first time. Ever since my brother, my best friend, and my family, was killed... and I was the killer. 
"No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! It can't be tonight! Why? Why of all nights is it tonight?" I ask, looking at the little square on my calendar. I nervously run a hand through my hair. Tonight there is going to be a full moon. Tonight there is also going to be a festival. A very special festival. All of the elves, pixies, fairies, and other magical intelligent species will be celebrating the building of the wall. Thirteen years ago the wall was built, and my village and all the magical species were left outside. When the wall was built, everyone left outside convinced themselves that everyone behind the wall were stupid idiots, and they didn't need them. So, every year, on the anniversary of the building of the wall, there is a festival. All the intelligent species celebrated, but the humans in the village were killed years ago. I killed them. I transformed into the worst, most bloodthirsty beast in the world, and killed them. I didn't mean to. I just couldn't control myself, I couldn't, and they died. 
As I leave my cave, everyone nearby either runs away, or subtly inches away from me, avoiding any eye contact. I sigh. I've gotten used to this. Every time I go outside my cave, everyone avoids me, and I get it. I'm a werewolf. I'm dangerous, and I might transform and kill someone at anytime I want. No matter how many times I've told them I'm only dangerous when I transform, and I only transform on the night of a full moon. But when I told them they'd ask if I can transform when I want, and I'd say yes, but I don't like to transform. They would just ignore that, and leave. So, after a while I stopped trying to get people to trust me, and I became the lone wolf everyone expected me to be. I got used to people avoiding me, being afraid of me, whispering about me, trying to subtly stare at me, some of them even plotted to kill me. They failed of course. So I've gotten used people treating me like a beast or an animal, because I am a beast and an animal. 
==Chapter 3: Katrina==
I just stare at my mother for a few seconds. Then I say something super intelligent. "Oh, um... uh hi um, mom. I mean... uh, hi mother?" In the end it sounds like a questions. The queen raises her eyebrows, clearly amused.
"Hello, Katrina." She greets. I give her an awkward smile, and a wave a little. My mother gives me a small smile. Heat rises up into my cheeks, coloring them pink. Fortunately, before I get even more embarrassed, Hannah comes in.
"Your Majesty." She curtsies as she greets the queen. Then she turns to me. "Your Highness." She says, as she curtsies to me. I smirk at Hannah, and she glowers back before facing my mother again. "Your Majesty, I have news from the cooks." My mother frowns.
"Not right now, Hannah. We're about to have breakfast." Hannah nods. 
"After your meal then, My Queen?" She asks. Mother nods, then waves Hannah off. Hannah leaves, and we sit down.
“So, How are you?” My mother asks. I smile awkwardly. 
“ Um, fine. How are you?” I ask. I’m always awkward around my mother. Apparently a week before I was born, my father, King William Sunfall, had passed away. My mother was devastated. So, after she gave birth my mother left me with Hannah. That’s why Hannah treats me like her daughter, because I basically am. Ever since I was an infant, Hannah raised me. While my mother grieved and took over as queen, Hannah taught me how to walk and talk, how to get dressed and eat by myself. Hannah raised me, and she is basically my mother, and I am basically her daughter.
”I’m doing fine.” Mother answers, stabbing one of the grapes with her fork. I cut my pancakes into bite size pieces, and shovel as much pancakes pieces into my mouth. My mother eyes me as I chew the huge mouthful of syrupy goodness. I swallow and smile awkwardly again. “So, how are your studies going?” My smile widens at the question.
“Great! Me and Hannah are studying astronomy right now! We’ve learned so much about the stars and space!” 
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” My mother says. She starts on her pancakes, and I start on my fruit salad. We continue polite conversation, and it’s not as awkward as I thought it’d be. That’s what I think until my mother asks a super embarrassing question. “So, any of the boys in the castle catch your eye?” She asks, and heat rushes up to my face. What! Why would she ask that! Does she want me to get married at thirteen or something?!
“Erm… n-no.” I manage to stutter out. My mother raises an eyebrow.
“Not even one?” She asks, disbelieving. I shake my head, blushing even harder. Oh why? Why does she have to ask about this? Why if all things does she have to ask about boys? “Not a single one? What about that new guard over there?” She asks pointing to a guard behind me. “He’s only sixteen. And he’s kinda cute.” She whispers the last part, but I know the guard she’s talking about heard it. If it’s possible I blush even harder. I here whispered teasing, probably the older guards talking to the one my mother was talking about. I try to think of something I could change the subject to. Thankfully I know just the perfect thing to distract her with. 
“Um, so how are the villages doing?” My mother loves to talk about her subjects. And I’m right, because for the rest of breakfast I’m stuck listening to my mother talk about the villages. At least we’re not talking about me or my love life.
==Chapter 4: Aaron==
"Oh look everyone! It's Wolf Boy!" I hear his taunting voice, I hear it everyday. He's an elf, the elf prince actually. The son of King Elm and Queen Flora. Everyday I come out of my cave to hunt, and everyday he's here to taunt me with his friends. I turn to face him. 
"What do you want, Pine?" I growl. One of his friends takes a step towards me. 
"That's Prince Pine to you!" He tells me and I roll my eyes.
"He's no prince of mine." I inform them. 
"My parents rule over the whole forest. We keep things in order. Since I'm the son of the rulers of this forest, and you live in this forest, I am your prince as well. So, you must address me by my royal title." Pine says rudely. 
"And what happens if I don't." I ask just as rudely. 
"You'd be the most disrespectful swine who ever lived." Pine's other friend answers. I shrug.
"I'm already Wolf Boy and The Dangerous Monster. So what if I also get called The Disrespectful Guy?" Pine opens and closes his mouth, not knowing what to say. Finally he just gives up and leaves.
"Come on Vincent. Come on Oak. Let's not waste our time talking to this creature." He and his friends leave. I turn my attention to the woods again, and start looking for a deer to eat.
About half an hour later I find one. I close my eyes and concentrate on my goal. I imagine turning my hands and feet into wolf paws. I imagine turning my head into a wolf head. I feel a warm tingly feeling in my hands, feet, head, and lower back. I open my eyes and turn to look at my backside. Once I see a big furry tail I huff in annoyance. Whenever I turn partially into a wolf to hunt, I always grow a tail. I never want to, but I always do. I turn back to make sure the deer is still there. Once I've confirmed it's still here I get down on all fours and crouch. I wait it's raised it's head and I can reach it's throat easier. I leap onto the deer and sink my teeth into it's throat. I taste warm blood and I try to lick up as much as I can. Every night when there's a full moon a werewolf hunts for human blood. So, every morning I hunt deer and drink as much as their blood I can. Then on the night of a full moon my craving for human blood won't be as strong. Once I've licked up all the blood I can I start on the meat. After I've eaten I change back into my human form and head back to my cave.
When I get back to my cave I want to be alone. Unfortunately there is someone waiting for me. It's a fairy girl. Probably six or seven. She had raven black hair, ocean blue eyes, peachy pale skin, and bluish black dragon-like wings. She wears a dark blue blouse, a matching dark blue skirt, black leggings, and black silk slippers. The girl gives me a wide smile as I approach her. "Hello." She greets me. 
"What do you want?" I ask gruffly. 
"Are you the werewolf?" She asks, large blue eyes full of curiosity. 
"Why do you want to know?" 
"My big brother told me a werewolf lived here. I asked him if he'd take me to meet the werewolf, but he said no. So I came here myself." The girl explains. I wonder if the girl knows what a werewolf is. I doubt it. If she knew what I did she would hate me. I would just be another villain in her bedtime stories.
"Do you know what a werewolf is?" The girl nods her head and smiles wider. "Do you know what they do?" I ask. The girl nods again. 
"At a certain age they have their first transformation. It's a different age for every werewolf. The first transformation is when they know they're a werewolf. The first transformation is also always on a full moon. Once they transform for the first time they are more powerful. Both in human and wolf form. But with all these great things comes something horrible. Each werewolf transforms at a full moon, craving blood." I look at the fairy, surprised. 
"How do you know all that." I ask her. This young girl knew what a monster I am, but she still came to see me. She shrugs.
"I was reading a book on all the magical species. It's a suuuuuuper old book so they actually mention werewolves." I crouch down to get eye-level with the girl. Her knowledge surprises me.
"What's your name?" I ask and she grins. 
"My name is Marcia and I'm six and a half."
"You read a history book at the age of six?" I ask her. She glares at me, and for a moment I wonder if I somehow offended her.
"Not six! Six and a half!" She corrects. I laugh.
"Ok, six and a half." Marcia nods and opens her mouth to say something, but before she can say anything I hear a loud shriek.
==Chapter 5: Katrina==
"May I speak with you Katrina?" Mother asks.
"Of course." I answer politely. Mother nods. We've just finished breakfast and servants are coming to clean up. Mothers stands and so do I. 
"Let's head to my study tower. It'll be more private." My eyes widen and I nod. Mother never allows anyone to enter her tower. Not under any condition am I or anyone else allowed there. Her private library is up there. Mother says she wants privacy and that's why nobody is allowed there, but I think there's a bigger reason. I think she might be hiding something. Like maybe some secret forbidden books, or weapons and a training area. Once when I was eight I tried to sneak in but apparently there's a lock on the door. Whatever is in that tower is the biggest secret in the castle.
Mother takes out a small silver key as we approach the large doors. As she opens unlocks the doors excitement fills me. I've almost always wanted to look inside this tower. When I was about five I'd make drawings of what I thought was inside the tower. I'd show Hannah and ask her if I'd guessed the things correctly. Of course Hannah didn't know, but I'd never listen when she told me she didn't know. 
"Are you coming?" Mothers voice startles me out of my thoughts. Once I'm back in reality I realize I've been standing here for a whole minute, not doing anything. 
"Oh, um yeah." I say as my cheeks turn pink. I take a step into the room. I look around at the small room. Against the left wall is a comfy looking chair and a desk full of papers, notebooks, and a small stack of books. On the right is a door leading to who knows where and a small bookshelf. There's another door on the back wall. 
Mother walks to the door on the back wall and takes out another, smaller silver key. She opens the door and we enter the next room. This room is larger. A LOT larger. Against the front wall there's a comfy chair and a small table next to it. The rest of the room is a maze-like library. I wonder how many books there could be here.
"This is my favorite part of the tower." Mother says sitting down in the chair.
"I can understand why." I say.
"I'd like for you to find me a book Katrina." Mother tells me as she hands me a small piece of paper. The words: A History And Guide To All Intelligent Species are written on it. 
"How am I supposed to find one book in a library this big?" I ask. 
"Just try." 
"Ok." I reply. Does she actually expect for me to find the book? I guess I should at least try. "Should I go look for it now?" I ask. Mother nods. So, I take a deep breath and head into the maze of bookshelves.
== Chapter 6: Aaron ==
I whip around and see the person who shrieked. It's a fairy woman. She has dark brown hair, large blue wings, and blue eyes. Eyes like Marcia's. 
"Marcia! What are you doing here!?" The woman demands. This woman must be related to Marcia. Marcia shrinks back from the woman.
"Hi mom." She mumbles. So the woman is her mother.
"What are you doing with this, this Creature!" Marcia's mother demands, pointing at me. I glare at her, and Marcia glares at her too. 
"He isn't dangerous! He's nice!" She informs her. 
"You don't know what you're talking about! He's a werewolf! He is the most vile and dangerous thing there is in this world!" The woman exclaims. She grabs Marcia's wrist and drags her away from me. "You shouldn't be near him! You shouldn't be outside at all! You know you're not aloud to be out here!" She scolds. Marcia looks at her feet again. 
"Sorry." she mutters, clearly not sorry. 
"You better be. We are going home and once we get there you are grounded!" Marcia doesn't raise her head and just glares at the ground. The woman drags Marcia away and I decide it's time to head inside.
Once I get inside I sit down at my kitchen table. Inside my den isn't much. I have a small wooden table with two wooden chairs, a small rug, a large cauldron I sometimes make stew in, an oven, kitchen stuff, a chest full of randoms things I have, a bed, a calendar, a bookshelf full of books, and that's pretty much it. I also have a few things left from my old life. Before I killed my village. Before I transformed into the beast I am. I don't look at those things much. I don't like to think of my old life. It doesn't feel like I have a right to miss my old life, since I'm the one who ruined it.
I’m so deep in thought I almost don’t notice the voice screaming in my head. 
HELLOOOOOOOOOO!? ARE YOU THERE?
I sit up straight. What is that?
Oh, hi! It’s me Marcia! Remember? 
My eyes widen in shock. Is Marcia reading my mind?
Yup! It’s one of my abilities. Mom doesn’t want me outside because I can do things nobody else can. Like reading minds and transmitting my thoughts. 
Abilities?
Yeah. I was born with them. Mom makes me hide them. She thinks people will hurt me if they know, Marcia explains.
When I was thinking before, did you know what I was thinking? I ask. Did she see what I did to my village?
No. I’ve been practicing so I only read the thoughts you want to show me. You’re private thoughts are safe. 
I let out a sigh of relief. She doesn’t know.
Anyway I reached out to you to tell you something. I’m going to visit you again. Not tonight though. I just wanted to warn you. Anyway, I have to do stuff, Marcia says.
What kind of stuff? I ask. 
Marcia internally sighs. Dishes. Mom’s making me do dishes until I’m forgiven. Which will probably be in a few weeks. Oh, also before I go I have a question for you. 
I think for a moment about what she’d want to ask me. 
What’s your question? I finally ask.
I never got your name. My mom came before I could ask. I think back to when I met her this morning. I realize she’s right. I never told her my name. 
It’s Aaron, I tell her. 
Bye Aaron, she says. I smile. Maybe today isn't too bad.
== Chapter 7: Katrina ==
I walk through the shelves, examining each spine of each book. Does she actually expect me to find the book? I keep walking and examining. I see many books on history, intelligent species, history of intelligent species, but not the one I'm looking for. I look at book after book but I still don't find it. But I do find: Species of Intelligence: A History, Species of Intelligence: A Guide, Species of Intelligence: A Guide And History, Intelligent Species of The World, A World of All Colors: A Guide To The Languages of The World, and A Guide To Intelligent Species: Now In Full Color. I sigh. How am I supposed to find one book in a library this huge? 
After walking through the maze I find a little area. In the far left corner is a desk similar to the one in the tiny front room of the tower. There's a comfy reading chair next to it. In the far right corner is a platform with two metal poles. Hanging from the metal poles is a black cauldron. On the platform in front of the cauldron is a little stand. On it is a closed book. The book is thick and old with a brown leather cover. In the middle of this area is a small dark blue rug. Instead of looking around more closely I head straight to the back shelf. Something draws me towards the shelf. I see a gold spine of a book and instantly select it. On the front cover it reads: A History And Guide To All Intelligent Species. I stare at the cover in shock. I have found the book. I have somehow made it to this little reading area and found the book! I squeal in delight and hug the book to my chest. I can't wait to tell mother.
Mother is waiting at the spot I entered the maze. She sees the book in my hand and smiles. 
"Good job Katrina. You passed the test." She says. I frown at her, confused. 
"Test?" I ask slowly. Mother nods.
"You passed the test. This means you have magic in your blood. This means you're a witch. Congratulations Darling." I freeze and drop the book. She said magic. She said I had magic. 
"I'm... a witch?" I ask, dazed by the thought. Mother nods. 
"On every princesses thirteenth birthday they go through the test. They are given the task of finding a book. The book is placed in the enchanted section of the library. Only those with magic can find the enchanted section. My Dear, you found the enchanted section. You passed." Mother explains. I stand there in shock and excitement. I'm a witch!
== Chapter 8: Aaron ==
I sit on my bed. Ever since I met Marcia today my day hasn't been that bad. Marcia actually wants to know me. She's the first person I've met who doesn't judge me without meeting me. Who doesn't call me names. Who doesn't feel scarred. Maybe my life won't be as bad if I have her as a friend. 
Before Marcia I never saw any point in living. The only reason I didn't kill myself is because of my family. They wouldn't have wanted me to kill myself even after what I did to them. They would want me to keep living. My father had always hated suicide. He'd always say: ' Such a selfish thing. You're only thinking 'bout you and your problems. Not about how it'll affect the people around ya. Never do that Aaron. Even if life isn't going good, never do that.' I'd always nod and promise not to commit suicide. I want to keep my promise to my father. I killed him and everyone else I loved. I should at least keep my word. And maybe it will be easier with Marcia. Maybe I'll actually have a reason to live now.
I lay on my bed, eyes closed. I can't stop reliving my memories. The memories of killing them. Ever since I thought it would be easier to keep my promise with Marcia around I haven't been able to get them out of my head. My parents, my brother, my best friend. I can't get them out of my head. Maybe this time a I should just embrace the memories instead of trying to block them. I get up and head over to where the black rug is. I yank it up and throw it to the side, revealing a wooden trap door. I keep the stuff from my old life in there. 
I pull up the large chest up and close the trap door. I gently place down and open the chest. I take a deep breath and take out the first item from the chest. It is a wooden wolf my brother carved and painted for me. It was my favorite thing in the world. My brother had been a very talented carver. He'd carved many things out of wood. The villagers loved his work. My brother had helped make money by selling his carvings.
I place the wolf next to the chest and take out the next item. It's a small black box. Inside it is two golden rings. One has a small crimson ruby and the other a dark blue sapphire. The rings belonged to my parents. They were their wedding rings. Once I'd woken up the morning after my transformation I'd found their bodies. I'd taken the rings off the remains of their bodies. I place the rings back in the box, then place the box next to my wooden wolf. 
The next item in the chest is a paint brush. It was my mother’s paint brush. She was a talented artist. All her paintings were beautiful and lifelike. She’d paint animals, people, and even random objects. I gently place the paint brush next to the box with the rings and my wolf. 
The next item in the chest a necklace. It belonged to my best friend Miriam. It has a golden chain and an emerald. She’d always wear the necklace. It was a gift from her grandmother. She had given it to Miriam before she died. I place the necklace next to the box with the wedding rings. 
I reach into the chest to take out the last item. It’s a small painting. My mother had painted it. In the painting my parents stood next to each other, smiling brightly. In front of them were two boys. The first one slightly taller than the second. He had dirty blonde hair and sky blue eyes. The second boy has messy dark brown hair and the same sky blue eyes. My brother had the same dirty blonde hair and sky blue eyes as my father. He had the same bravery and loyalty as my father. I’d always had the same dark hair as my mother and selflessness as my mother. The only thing I got from my father was his eyes. I look at the painting and smile sadly. I place it with the other things and softly whisper, “I’m sorry.”
== Chapter 9: Katrina ==
I sit in my room, staring at the ceiling. Mother let me go back to my room about an hour ago. She gave me a few books about witchcraft and magic, told me the basics, demonstrated magic, and let me go. I put the books on my desk and sat on my bed. I've been thinking for about an hour. Thinking about magic, about how I'm a witch, and about how my mother kept this from me. Mother said tell me more about magic tomorrow. I can't imagine how many spells I'll learn. Spells for cleaning, spells for cooking, spells for hair and clothes, spells for healing, spells for protection. A thought occurs to me. Mother could teach me protection spells so I can go outside the wall! I could see what's out there! I could be free! I sit up straight and I smile. I could go outside the wall. All I have to do now is convince mother.
I put the small silver key into the lock and open the door. Mother had given me keys to her study. 
'Since you've got magic in your blood this will be our study.' She'd said. I smile at the memory. Maybe I'll get closer to my mother. Maybe we'll have a better relationship. I never knew my father but my mother knew him. Maybe if we get closer she'll tell me about him.
I open the door that was on the right. Mother had also told me the door on the right in the small room before the library was a bedroom. She used it occasionally when she was doing late night studying and was too tired to go to her room. In center of the bedroom is a large canopy bed. It is bright crimson with dull, rose colored pillows. On each side of the bed is a white nightstand. On the nightstand on the left is a lamp. On the nightstand that's on the right is a small stack of potions books. On the right wall is a vanity. It has a large mirror, perfume bottles, bags of makeup brushes, and makeup. On the left wall is a door that probably leads to a bathroom.
Mother is sitting on the bed, book in hand. When I enter the room she slowly turns her attention from the book to me. 
"Mother! I've had a brilliant idea!" I exclaim. She nods so I continue. "I've been thinking about spells. There must be all kinds of them. Spells for cooking, or getting dressed, or household chores, or healing, or protection." Mother nods. 
"There are millions of different spells. What is your idea?" She asks. I give her a broad smile. 
"What if you taught me a protection spell. Then I used the spell on myself and... went outside the wall?" I whisper the last part, but mother hears it loud and clear. 
"Past the wall?" She asks. "You will never go past the wall! Do you hear me!?" 
"But mother I would be safe! I'd have a protection spell!" I argue. She stands up, giving me a cold glare. 
"Go back to your room." She speaks barley above a whisper, yet the it's as if she's yelling. I curl my hands into fists at my side and glare at the ground. Angry tears fill my eyes. I know it is no use to argue with her, so I don't. I turn and walk back to my room. If she helps me or not I am going past that wall. I am going tonight. I am going to change and go past that wall. 
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