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“Is he dead?” he asked, trying not to panic, though it was getting up there, his thoughts racing, his heart pounding. He should have done something. He should have been better, faster, more efficient. “No,” the Host replied, “he went upstairs and then he left. Life signs increased towards dangerous levels and then vanished. There is something wrong with the system.” “Shit, yeah, okay,” Sebastian scratched the back of his neck, trying to think, trying to make sense of that. Something was very wrong. He needed answers. “What’s that thing growing outside of the building? That organ looking thing?” The Host tilted his head the other way, “I am afraid I d not understand your meaning.” Sebastian sighed. This was all getting a bit too weird. Weirder even than it had been in Union. “Okay, can you direct me to the Police Station.” At that the Host seemed to brighten up a bit. “I can give proper directions to Mobius operatives and visitors alike! Simply go down the road to your left for four blocks, until you hit Abbey St. and then turn right, going until you hit Karlson Park. Then you’ll hit a few residential streets so you’ll want to go left again on Baker. You get back on Abbey and then turn right on Erin.” Sebastian tried to memorize it but then the realization struck him. He knew those names. Of course that was where Joseph was. Abbey was his wife, his ex-wife anyway, and Erin was his daughter. She’d been a little bit younger than Lily. He hadn’t seen them for years, even before they’d both been pulled into STEM. Abbey had left him, fallen in love with another man, and moved back up to Canada, taking Erin with her. Joseph had been devastated but he’d kept it close to his chest, he always did.
“Grab onto my hand!” a voice ordered and the he could see the hand, like an angel’s hand, bright gold and glowing, like there was fire just under the skin. He had no choice. “I will make you strong again, just grab onto me!” He did. He reached out. The skin felt like fire and it consumed him as he was dragged out, the flames spreading down his torn shirt sleeve, setting his nerves off and then extinguishing them. Smoke filled his lungs when he tried to cry out, the burning taking away his breath. But beyond that, sinking through the agony of being burned alive, as the large shape of glowing death, like the sun in human form, dragged him away, was the feeling of his skull cracking open. It felt like a jagged break and then there was something inside of it being shoved forward, upwards and out through his empty socket. It smoldered into being, long lines brushing over his nose and forehead, down his cheek and throat. It was marking him. And then he could see. He wasn’t being dragged by an angel, he was being dragged by a man, who was slight and hunched over and dressed well but had been for far too long. His shirt was untucked and stained with sweat and his waistcoat was undone. His sleeves were rolled up and there was a mass of scar tissue down each of them, thin and white and bright through the smear of blood. The world spun and Stefano found himself thrown over the man’s shoulder, and they were running, moving faster than Stefano had ever expected, faster than Sebastian could run, that was certain and he’d taken up jogging recently. The man was saying something, but Stefano couldn’t hear him, not with how his head still felt like it was splitting.
More promo for my old fic, A Detective in Junction! Gods there were some cool ideas in here.
archiveofourown.org/works/172621...
#theevilwithin #tew #tew2 #steseb #joseb #stefanovalentini #sebastiancastellanos #josephoda #mywriting #fanfiction
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“Don’t want to hurt me?” Joseph followed him, not giving him time to right himself, just climbing the stone and hopping off of it, landing on Sebastian’s chest, sprawling. “Oh, that’s cute. After all this time? After you left me behind? After I was shot in front of you and you did nothing while I bled out in the street? Now you don’t want to hurt me?” He was straddling Sebastian and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, not enough anyway. He didn’t know what he could say to appease Joseph anyway. He was right. Everything that he was saying was right. Sebastian had failed him. Sebastian deserved all of this. Joseph dropped the ax to one side, changing over to his hands. He wrapped them around Sebastian’s throat, squeezing. For a moment it was slight, hardly enough to do anything. “This do anything for you Sebastian?” he cackled, “I remember it used to. After all this time, I’d bet you got yourself a new squeeze, huh? You couldn’t be bothered with waiting long enough to mourn could you? You little slut?” Sebastian grit his teeth, pulled in the best breath he could before the pressure intensified. His hand was reaching, his eyes lolling, looking for the ax. Joseph had dropped it just to his right. It was far away, just out of reach. It was always just out of reach. In STEM, whatever he needed, it would always be just out of reach. His left came up to his throat, to scratch at Joseph’s fingers, not getting anywhere through the leather. There were dark spots in his vision. He could feel his body try to fight, try to push him off, but it was awkward, his legs still sprawled over the back of a gravestone. Joseph’s fingers tightened. His hand searched, his fingers finding smooth wood but unable to grasp it.
“No, my darling,” Stefano wanted to reach for her, but she was trying to kill him, and no matter what his heart told him, he had to follow his brain for this one. “No, we wouldn’t have abandoned you. I never wanted to abandon you. I was a child though, I didn’t know what to do.” “You were my big brother, you were supposed to take care of me!” “And I was under the same pressures as you! To be perfect, to be skilled, to be everything that they wanted me to be. I didn’t think I needed to take care of you because you were always so much better than I was! No, Gabriella, you were always so good, so wonderful. I failed you, I never abandoned you.” The tendrils were covered in spikes, the spikes the thorns of the roses that they had crawled up the side of the apartment building. They were so long. They would reach him. He had no choice but to fall. “You didn’t forget me?” she asked, the vines reaching towards him. He had. He had forgotten everything. He had forgotten their parents’ names, he had forgotten the name of the building they’d grown up in, he had remembered only the things that had influenced his art. Her blood, the roses, her eyes as she lay there, dying, looking up at him. He had dreamed of it, had savored her death in the forgetting of who it was who had died. “I never stopped loving you,” he answered instead, knowing that lying would make her destroy him, that telling her the truth would destroy them both. “I want you to know that.” The chain snapped and he started to fall.
More promo for old fic! More! MORE!
archiveofourown.org/works/172621...
#theevilwithin #tew #tew2 #joseb #steseb #josephoda #sebastiancastellanos #stefanovalentini #mywriting #fanfiction #writesky
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“I could be a prince. Are you a princess?” he asked the air. There was no response though and he slowly realized that he was, once again, completely alone in this place. He sighed, unsatisfied, and started once more on his path. There was something though, that caught his eye. As she’d turned him around, lead him back and forth, she had directed him at a small homey cafe. He had to laugh at the name, “JoesCups”, as a reference as to why they were there. There was some outdoor seating and, on the one closest to him, there was a large bouquet of forget-me-nots and blue roses. He was fairly certain that the girl he’d been speaking to had a favorite color. Leaning up against the vase there was an envelope and he knew that it was for him. He went over and lifted it, finding that it was overly perfumed to the point of headache inducing and the handwriting on it was ridiculously curled and decorative. “Mr. Valentini.” Whoever this girl was, she had an idea as to what sort of refined taste she wanted, but she hadn’t quite figured out how to curate it. His curiosity was too great to treat the envelope with reverence and he tore it open to find a light blue sheet of paper underneath, the writing on it still over the top and, added to that, written in gold ink. “My dear Mr. Valentini, you are cordially invited to my tea party, where we shall sup on the finest Earl Grey and scones. High fashion, especially a crown or hat, is requested but if you do not have such a hat one will be procured for you. Tea will be served at 2pm on Thursday, the 22nd. I greatly look forward to your arrival and to speak with you further, your new friend, E.M.”
“Shit!” he grit out before realizing it, the teeth of a bear trap digging fiercely into his calf. He fell to one knee, grabbing the sides of it, and pulling on it, trying to get that metal out of himself. “There you are!” the figure cackled and the loop broke, he was running towards Sebastian. The pain was just a slick burn in his leg for the moment, cold daggers that threatened to numb his leg. He still had a few seconds before it would flare into agony. He tore the trap open the rest of the way, freeing himself and falling back as the ax came down, right where his neck had been a millisecond before. The figure pulled back, ready for another swipe as Sebastian fought to get back on his feet. “After all this time, you still haven’t learned to look where your going?” Sebastian could see him now, could see the sores and the puss, his irises yellow as red encroached the whites of his eyes. He looked the same, was dressed the same, after all this time. He held the ax like it was a part of him, a smile as if it would break his face in two and he would laugh as it did. His voice was wrecked and his skin was peeling with something that Sebastian had only learned after the fact to call a Haunting. “Joseph?” he gasped. The Haunted parody threw the ax down again, barely missing Sebastian’s chest as he swiveled on his good leg, letting the bad one work as a ballast to help him balance.
No new fic today, been busy! So here, have some more Detective in Junction promo!
archiveofourown.org/works/172621...
#theevilwithin #tew #tew2 #steseb #joseb #stejoseb #mywriting #fanfiction #writesky #sebastiancastellanos #josephoda #stefanovalentini
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“Kidman texted me last night,” he said, not lifting his head to make eye contact. “She found my old partner, back from KCPD, in an abandoned Mobius facility. He’s over in Tennessee and I- “And you intend to go there and fish him out, is that it?” Stefano interrupted, his cup hiding his face. “This would be Joseph, correct?” Sebastian balked. “I told him about Uncle Joseph,” Lily raised a hand meekly. “You went into the bad place with him the first time, right? You think he’s still in there or do you think he’s a bad guy now?” Sebastian looked from Lily to Stefano, his mouth still open. “You knew about him?” “Lily used him as an excellent teaching tool to explain your sexuality to me,” Stefano waved the question off. “You do realize that there is no way that you’re going alone, correct?” “You’re not coming with, neither of you,” Sebastian glared, trying not to let any real anger shine through, “Kidman will be there, I’m not going to be alone. And no, I don’t think he’s Mobius. He’s probably still in STEM.” “That’s not going to happen,” Stefano placed his coffee on the table, crossing his arms. “I am going with you.” “You lost enough to STEM,” Sebastian shook his head, “and to Mobius. When I said you’re never going back there, I meant it.”
“Hello,” the woman said as they drew near, her voice a perfect monotone. Stefano hated her immediately. Everything about her was flat and bland, even though she was glowing faintly, even through her bland gray pantsuit. “You may call me Luci. Welcome to Junction.” Stefano was impressed. He wasn’t expecting the A.I. to look so human. It was accurate but uncanny, just slightly off in the motions. She cocked her head, eyes looking them over in a mechanical manner and Stefano was brought to the conclusion that she was scanning thm. “I am an A.I., set in motion to accommodate and direct Mobius scientists through Junction. The fact that you do not recognize me give me cause to believe that you are an infiltration in the system. Name and registration, please.” Sebastian looked at Stefano, but he had no registration here either. “We were sent in for repairs,” Stefano explained, trying to come up with something believable, “and we are not altogether Mobius scientists. We were not given proper registration numbers as we were expected to meet other scientists here. Give us a moment to contact our superiors?” She looked at him as blankly as before. “There have been no Mobius agents within STEM in 298 days. The Cores are out of alignment and need to be re-calibrated. There is a long list of repairs that need to be accomplished, but I cannot allow you entry until you have your registration.” “Understood, my dear,” Stefano gave her a smile that would have charmed a real woman of her ilk. She did not respond to it. “We will return momentarily.” He still had Sebastian’s hand in his own and he turned them to go back a few steps, pulling out the radio that was stuck on his belt, unnoticed until just then. Sebastian was looking at him quizzically but that was fine, there were many times in which Sebastian didn’t catch onto things as readily as he did.
Time for the backlog of fic! This is a long one, and a sequel at that! I loved this fic way back when.
archiveofourown.org/works/172621...
#tew #tew2 #tew3 #theevilwithin #steseb #joseb #sebastiancastellanos #josephoda #stefanovalentini
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“Sorry,” Joseph licked his lips and Sebastian couldn’t miss the way that his eyes darted down to Sebastian’s crotch for half a second. “It’s been a while.” “For me too, partner,” Sebastian promised. They didn’t have a relationship, not really, that’s not what they called it anyway. They fucked and they ate together and they spent as much time together outside of work as they did in it and they took care of each other, but they’d never put a name to it. Ever since the IA report they hadn’t spent any time together at all. Sebastian pushed Joseph pack against the wall, nudged his legs apart. He was hard too, his cock straining against the tight blackness of his slacks. Sebastian licked his lips. It had been a good while since he’d spent time with Joseph’s cock too. Sebastian started with his belt, undoing it with hands that were as steady as ever. “We don’t have time for that,” Joseph groaned, though he didn’t fight Sebastian off, just bucked his hips slightly as Sebastian’s fingers grazed the materials. “We have enough,” Sebastian decided, pulling the button open and the zipper down. “If we’re quick.”
Sebastian’s mouth was dry. He squeezed his eyes shut, surprised by how the tears squeezed out and stuck to his eyelashes. He was so raw, so sensitive. “Please.” “Tell me!” the haunted groaned. “I love it, okay?” he grit out, “Please, I love it, just, don’t stop. Please!” He went as deep as he could, coming once more. There was so much of it, more than a human could ever produce in one go. Joseph was always good at having large loads, but this was more than he could ever do, and he just kept going. Sebastian whined as his hips were grabbed and he was dragged across the floor, the monster, forcing his ass up and his legs to splay oddly. He squatted over Sebastian, shoving his cock back in. He felt like he was so loose that his hole would never return to it’s original structure. His tissues felt stretched and sloppy and wrecked. His entire body was screaming for it to end and he wanted nothing more than to be completely destroyed. “Look at this hole,” the haunted grinned, entering him so deep as he moaned. He shoved two of his fingers into Sebastian’s hole alongside his cock and he was so open that they went in easily. “So greedy.” Sebastian’s cock jumped, full once more. He was moaning and shaking. He was soaking wet with sweat. “Just a bit more, Pet, yeah?” Joseph grinned at him and it wasn’t Joseph’s grin at all. It was too toothy, it didn’t meet his eyes. “Just a bit more.”
I forgot that i was posting a backlog of my fanfiction? So here's some old The Evil Within smut!
archiveofourown.org/works/17701670
#theevilwithin #tew #joseb #josephoda #sebastiancastellanos #writesky #mywriting #fanfiction
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“Come on, we need to get you warmed up.” she pressed, trying to sound a bit more compassionate. That had always been hard for her. Sebastian slung an arm over Joseph’s shoulders, and together they were able to get upright. They were only standing for a moment before Joseph was coughing, a mess of a fit, mucous and spit and blood coming out of his mouth and freezing before they hit the ground. It was over quick enough but there was more than just hypothermia effecting him. Juli suddenly regretted a lot of things about sticking with them. Still, she led them up the hill and to the little house, more of a hovel than anything else. It was locked but she was quick to break a window to get inside. It wouldn’t be quite as warm but it would be warmer than out here. She climbed through and unlocked the door, waving them both inside. The house wasn’t much, just like everywhere else in this place. It was bright enough outside that their flashlights weren’t completely necessary but it was so cold in there that the rotten food on the table had frozen into hard chunks and the windows all had fractals on them. There was a wood burning stove though and a fireplace. She could get the place heated up in no time. They were just standing by the door though, awkward, Joseph not seeming to understand how they’d gotten there. She took him by the hand and led him to the fireplace, Sebastian coming with his hold on him.
Sebastian blushed heavily, the red on his cheeks spreading down his chest. “Shut up.” Joseph spat into his hand, trailed the saliva against Juli’s hole, before he breached her with a finger. “How do you like it, Juli?” She moaned. She wasn’t moving in Sebastian yet, just holding her cock steady, and he was starting to slid against it, fuck himself, a bit of chilled air between them whenever they parted. She didn’t know if the cold was lifting anymore, she felt so warm. Joseph’s finger felt good inside of her, rubbing along her insides, searching for something. “I like more than that,” she admitted, “But I’ll be honest, I don’t normally receive. You’re going to have to be gentle.” Sebastian impaled himself fully with a deep guttural moan, “You’re asking the wrong person for that.” Joseph chuckled and speared her with another finger. “I’m not that bad.” Sebastian braced his hands against the hearth and started to fuck her in earnest, to get as much as he could as he moaned and whined. He really must have liked it rough. Joseph pulled his fingers out of her and she could hear him spit into his hand. “How about this? You can control the pace, if Sebastian will allow it.” “Sebastian will not,” Sebastian argued, thrusting himself harder against Juli.
Some old fic with the classic hypothermia trope
archiveofourown.org/works/17445419
#tew #theevilwithin #juseb #joseb #fanfiction #mywriting
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“Feel free to kiss each other,” Joseph offered, “You’ve deserved this. You’ve both been such good boys for me.” Stefano moaned though, back arching so his chest left Sebastian’s as Joseph penetrated him, fucking him roughly. He only gave Stefano a few cruel jabs before pulling out and sliding into Sebastian instead, making him shudder as he cried out. He went from one to the other, as if he couldn’t figure out which hole he licked more. Stefano’s cock rolled against Sebastian’s the hypersensitivity rising, Sebastian’s previous orgasm nullified as a new one started to form. He latched onto Stefano’s mouth, kissing him hard, pressing against him, as Joseph slid back into him, the sensation starting to become too much. “Gorgeous,” Joseph choked out as he filled Stefano once more, “You’re both so beautiful like this.” He went back into Sebastian, this time pulled out enough to put the dildo back into Stefano and he fucked them both, hard and ruthless, harder than before, the dildo against his stomach so that he could ride them in unison. Their kisses became sloppier as they moaned, as they tried to hold on, as they tried not to come.
Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from moaning loudly with each thrust, as they picked up, as he felt something other than just being full. The sounds were harsh and uncontrolled. Joseph was right. They didn’t have any self control. That’s why he was there. Joseph picked up the pace, burying his face into Sebastian’s hair as he started a pace that betrayed how worried he’d been just moments before. It was like he was just fucking one person, not two, with how they were thrusting into him, as they humped into him, as he felt his inside stretch to accommodate. Sebastian’s hands were tight in the sheets, unable to grab at Stefano’s skin with how he was pinned or Joseph’s shirt with how he was angled. All he could feel was that pressure and the pressure built and he came so hard, so much earlier than he ever had before, the sounds coming out of him almost a scream. Stefano came right after him, grabbing a hold of him as his hips stuttered and he cried out. He stayed inside though, stayed still, as Joseph continued, his first orgasm making the next take longer to build. It was almost too much now, it was almost to the point that Sebastian would say something, but then he was coming too, swearing against Sebastian’s ear.
one last promo for this old TEW story!
archiveofourown.org/works/166917...
#tew #tew2 #theevilwithin #sebastiancastellanos #stefanovalentini #josephoda #stefseb #joseb #jostefseb #mywriting #fanfiction
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“Look at that, look how good he is, how beautiful? Deserves the world this one, but we’ve only gotten what, three? We still have a long way to go.” He took Stefano’s cock in hand once more, finding that it wasn’t quite as hard as it had been and started to jack him again, keeping the strokes rough and hard and grueling. Stefano gasped and thrust, and Sebastian kept the camera as still as he could as he focused it on Stefano’s hardness, as the precome dribbled down the sides. “Please, please, Capo, please!” Sebastian let go of him, moved the camera to catch his harsh breathing and waited only a few moments before taking his cock in hand again, to give it the same treatment as Stefano gasped and shook, swearing as his orgasm built fast and powerful, as he was shaking, trying not to let it get the best of him, and then he was swearing in Italian, the words fast and running together. Sebastian let him go, smiling wickedly. They were almost half way there.
“A bit more?” he asked, rolling his knuckles inside of Stefano, only now noticing how wet his face was, “A bit more and then we’ll move on, alright?” “Please?” Stefano sounded close to begging, to really begging, instead of just asking. Sebastian picked up the camera once more and started to jam his fist into Stefano, the motions fast and violent and dangerous and Stefano was screaming now, his back arching, the tears large and fat on his face. Sebastian stopped almost suddenly and he slowly pulled his fist out of Stefano, releasing it as he did, listening to Stefano sob. “That okay?” he asked, finding his hands stroking Stefano’s twitching thighs. His knees were so drawn up now, it was as if he was hiding from the world, but his wrecked hole was still on display, still open, lube slowly leaking from it. Stefano’s words were quiet, almost impossible for him to hear. “Per favore, scopami, amore mio, mia luce, per favore, ho bisogno, di arrivarci, ho bisogno di venire. Ti amo. Ti amo, ti amo. Per favore.” Sebastian kissed his eyelid, pulling himself up once more along Stefano’s body. “Four more, alright? Just four more, and then you can come.” He was half expecting Stefano to end it right there, to use his safe word, to call for a break. Instead he just nodded and turned his head, hiding it under his hair. His eye was still open, just a sliver of blue visible, staring at Sebastian through it.
Some old Jostefseb smut! God I love hurting men
archiveofourown.org/works/166917...
#theevilwithin #tew #tew2 #jostefseb #joseb #stefseb #jostef #josephoda #sebastiancastellanos #stefanovalentini #mywriting #fanfiction
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“You’re fidgeting, mio caro,” Stefano noted, not taking his eye off of the camera. “You are not camera shy, are you?” Sebastian dragged his hand down from his neck, where he’d been scratching absentmindedly. “Not exactly.” “Well good, we are doing on his orders, are we not? You do not wish to disappoint him.” Sebastian could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the blush starting already. He did not want to disappoint Joseph, not at all, and he’d said that he’d be alright with this. This wasn’t much different from one of their usual scenes. It was just that it was going to be recorded and sent digitally to a man on the other side of the planet. There was no way that any of this would go wrong. Stefano left the camera for a moment, going to Sebastian, running his hands down Sebastian’s arms, gentle and warm. He wasn’t wearing his gloves, he never did, when it was just the three of them. He and Joseph both knew how much Sebastian needed to feel their actual skin against him. “We don’t have to do this. I can text Joseph, tell him you weren’t feeling up to it. He’ll understand.” Sebastian shook his head. He could do this. He was going to do this. Lily was at a friends, they both had the day off, there was no other time they’d be able to try something like this. He just had to shake off the nerves. “No. No, I can do this.”
“Do you see this, Maestro?” he asked the camera, “Do you see how good our Sebastian is being for us? Do you see how badly he wants to impress us?” He pulled Sebastian’s cheeks apart and pulled back, making him fold forward, his bound hands falling to the mattress to support himself. “Look at how wet he is, already, Maestro. So excited to be good for us. His reaction to touch is just,” he slid his fingers down again, lightly stroking Sebastian’s cock, and his whole body jerked in response, “magnifico.” He turned the vibrator up and Sebastian straightened, his thighs shaking as Stefano chuckled darkly. “Oh, I am going to have such fun with you, mi amor. Are you ready for more?” Sebastian nodded, burying his face in Stefano’s shoulder. He knew that his skin was sore, that the redness of his cheeks was visible, but he could handle it now, he was sure of it. He could always stop it, if he had to. He was sure that Stefano had known just how close he was before, to not being able to handle it any further, since he’d given his beaten flesh a bit of a break. “Back in position then, pet,” Stefano kissed his temple and he squirmed, pulling himself out of Stefano’s lap to lay upon it once more. His cock was still hard, the foreskin barely able to hide the head of it, and, as sore as Sebastian was, he knew that Stefano couldn’t be comfortable with his erection like that. He wanted to give him some relief too.
More old TEW fics. I still adore this game, it sucks.
archiveofourown.org/works/166917...
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Joseb cosplay. Joseph (Linds) and Seb (Taz) share a secret kiss from behind a sunflower. Joseph is wearing Seb's jacket.
A drawing of the same cosplay image, drawn by Jutalovelace
Y'all asked for The Evil Within!
Of course, my first post has to be my favorite cosplay image of my fiance Tazunay Hitori and I! With artwork by my dear friend @jutalovelace.bsky.social 🌻❤️
#joseb #lindscosplay #theevilwithin #psychobreak #sebastiancastellanos #josephoda
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The Evil Within just turned ten. I spent the majority of that time content-creating for the fandom, including my M/M novel.
archiveofourown.org/works/3810274
If I never revist #Joseb, I'm happy with all I left behind🖤
#theevilwithin #lindscosplay #josephoda #sebastiancastellanos
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