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THANK YOU FOR INDULGING MY HYPERFOCUS (and also sorry for the abrupt detour into your blog before I came to write this jdkskdlfl) THE FIC IS FINALLY DONE
I apologize for the length both in time and word-wise
...actually no that's a lie I don't apologize for the total word count of 5,030 or something JSKDKSDNKDKXNDKKFLC
Sometimes you look the same / just like you did before the accident
They don't cross paths often. It's something he has to avoid - just... Knowing what she's done, he can't face her anymore. And Barry wants to, he wants to so badly, because it's Lucy, lil’ Creesh, and he somehow still loves her, but he just - can't face her.
That doesn't mean it doesn't happen, though. He can't just stop searching for Lup, and Lucretia has her own plans, so sometimes they do still run into each other. Like today, when he's passing by the Felicity Wilds, just trying to make sure his relic is still contained.
It's hard to say why exactly he goes the direction he does. Looking back later, part of him thinks it was because he could sense her on some level. In any case, he comes to an abrupt halt when he sees her.
Lucy is collapsed over a fallen log, blood smeared all down her left leg, seen through a huge rip in her robe - not the IPRE one; something she clearly got in this system. Despite the arguments they'd had their last few run-ins, Barry's first instinct and response is fear that she's already dead, that this is the last he'll ever see of her because they've committed to this planar system. His second is to immediately go to her to help her, heal her, get her stabilized. Her breathing is erratic, pulse metronoming between fluttering like a butterfly and racing like a horse, but his ministrations help both to stabilize. Lesser Restoration, Cure Wounds, Sanctuary in case whatever attacked her - likely a chimera - returns. And then just... Wait.
Once her pulse has steadied to a point he no longer fears for her life, Barry releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Not that he needed it, being a lich.
Knowing that Lucretia is going to be okay, he sits on the log to watch over her, all animosity forgotten in the moment. It doesn't take her long to stir, pushing herself up and shifting to sit against the log, head tilted toward the sky as she takes measured breaths.
He feels like his world has lurched when he sees her face. It's not the same Keesh he knows - she's older, her face full of lines just like his is, an eternity of exhaustion held there. She catches whatever sound he made, apparently, as her head snaps to where he's sit-floating.
"Barry." It's clear by her tone alone that she wasn't expecting him; and even her voice has changed - it's deepened a little, has a heavy gravity to it. He doesn't respond.
"What are you doing here?" she asks, sitting up. He doesn't miss her grimace.
"I could ask you the same thing, except I'm pretty sure I know." Barry tries for flat, tries to re-establish distance between them, but he can't do that right now. Not when she'd almost -
Lucretia looks away with a sigh. "I... Really don't want to argue about this again," she says, quiet but firm.
He doesn't respond again, silence filling the space between them as he takes her in. She's so different, and yet it's still her, still Lucy-lu, still Creesh. In the way she moves, though not as graceful. In the way she studies the sky, though they've been here for years now and there's nothing new. In her very posture, though she slumps a little more than he remembers. In the little things he still finds beautiful about her, though he's still hurt and angry.
"What did you give up?" he finally asks.
"Too much," she answers, still quiet.
He waits for her to elaborate. When she sees, she exhales. "Some colors. Dexterity. A few memories. Nothing I couldn't stand to lose."
"What else?" he prompts.
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. It matters to me."
Lucretia glances at him. "Why?"
"Because -" Barry struggles with the words, the feelings inside him, trying to match them together. He's already struggling to stay together just from the thought of his relic having hurt her, the thought of how much shorter her life could be. "Because it - it's you. It's the Bell. It's - please, Creesh, just tell me," he pleads.
"I don't want to hurt you like that, Barry. Please. We should just go our separate ways, like usual." She won't look at him.
"How much time?"
"Barry -"
He grabs her hand, or tries to, ghostly as he is. "How much time, Lucretia?"
"It doesn't matter," she insists.
"Yes it does. You're human - time for us is short. It matters, Creesh." The edges of his robe are crackling.
"No it doesn't, Barry," Lucretia moves to get up. He grabs at her shoulders.
"Please just - tell me!" Red bolts are flickering out from him, hitting trees and bushes, several narrowly missing her.
"I don't -"
"Tell me!" he cries, trying to shake her, casting Hold Person when she just keeps moving away from him.
Lucretia squeezes her eyes shut. She breathes slowly for a moment. "Twenty years," she finally whispers.
Twenty years. That's - twenty years. He stumbles backward, away from her. "Twenty years," he repeats numbly, then laughs. "Of course you'd give that much."
"I didn't want to."
"Doesn't matter, does it?" He dimly recognizes that he's falling apart, the magic keeping him together lashing out wildly.
There's a ripping sound from behind him, and he mutters a curse, trying desperately to think of The Days, the days his family gifted him to keep him Barry. He can only think of Lucretia's.
When you're staring into space, / it's hard to believe you don't remember it
She woke him with a kiss, snuggling up to him as he turned to see her better.
"Morning, Bar," she murmured.
"Morning Keesh," he responded, returning the kiss.
Lucretia had taken him out to the library, even though they both knew he'd spent so much time in there as is. They had a picnic up on a hill where the intersection of the prime material plane and the plane of magic looked like a galaxy that was visible even during the day, with some of his favorite foods courtesy of Lup (who had also thrown in two of Lucy's.) They'd talked about their hobbies, stories from their lives on their own plane, about each other. And they ended it with stargazing, catching a meteor shower, and falling asleep in his room.
Woke up in the ambulance; / you pieced it all together on the drive
Barry is dead long before he hits the ground, but the impact jars his lich form out of his body. It's a strange sensation, to say the least, but necessary as the memories that had been turning to static return in a flood. For that brief moment, he almost loses himself, but he reaches for the days he was given, the love he knows intrinsically, and the magic that is his being weaves itself back together.
He looks up at the Starblaster, still hanging in the sky, and immediately heads for it. If he and Taako were forgetting Lup and each other, what about everyone else? What was happening? Why did they start forgetting?
He reaches the deck and sees Taako still staring at the railing he had sent Barry over, shaking with tears running down his face. The expression on his face as he looks at Barry is one of utter blankness, not even a glint of recognition there. Then, as he seems to remember what had happened not five minutes ago, he scrambles backwards.
"I - I didn't kill him! He was asking me to!" he yelps, shakily raising his wand in defense.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, bud, I'm not here to do anything to you," Barry hurries to reassure him.
Taako doesn't lower his wand, but he doesn't start to cast anything either.
"Just stay here, okay? I don't want you going over either. I need to go check on the others." Barry turns and quickly heads inside, hearing no objection from the elf.
He intends to head for Lucretia's room first, to check on Fisher. He doesn't know what it feels like when the fella erases something, but the static has to be from somewhere. Fisher is his first option, and if it wasn't him, he can check down planetside once he knows everyone is okay.
He intends to go there, but he's stopped by the sight of Merle sitting on the ground near Davenport. He looks up as Barry moves toward them.
"Hey, are you a doctor or anything?" the dwarf asks. "I dunno what happened, but I think something's wrong with him." He nods to their captain.
"I - huh? Merle, you're a cleric," Barry frowns.
"I mean yeah, but I tried healing word and all that, and it didn't do shit," Merle says, waving a hand. He then squints at Barry. "But, uh, how did you know that? I don't think I said my name."
"Davenport. Davenport." The gnome looks at Barry. He clearly had been crying recently, but now his face is blank.
Barry feels like he's turning to ice with the realization that Merle doesn't seem to know who he is either. He focuses on Davenport. "Captain? Are you hurt?"
"Davenport. Davenport, Davenport," is his response, accompanied by a head shake.
"He just says that," Merle informs him. "Keep asking him what a Davenport is."
Shit. Shit.
Barry just nods, mind racing. "Yeah. Um, that's his name, can - can you just... Stay here? And try not to get hurt or anything?"
"Sure, whatever," Merle shrugs.
Barry instantly goes to Lucretia's room as he'd planned, feeling himself start to unravel again. If Merle doesn't remember him - the captain couldn't even - Taako doesn't -
He stops in the doorway, feeling a small bit of relief as he sees Creesh and Mags. The latter is sitting against the bed and seems to be asleep, while the former...
"Lucretia? Are you okay?"
She starts, looking up at him. Like Taako, her face is streaked with tears, but unlike him or Merle or Davenport, there's no hint of her forgetting, and that's a balm more than anything else. "Barry, I -"
"Hey, hey," he says, trying to soothe her. He can sense he's stabilizing again just by being with her. "It's okay, babe, I'm here."
She hiccups and nods, and he sits next to her. "Is Mags okay?"
"Yeah, I think so," she sniffs. "He - I caught him, before he could hit the floor."
Barry clucks sympathetically. "How are your arms?"
She doesn't even chuckle at his joke, just starts to cry harder. "I didn't know this - I didn't think it - I..."
"Shh, shh," Barry urges, wrapping her in his ghostly arms. "It's okay, Creesh, I'm here. We'll figure this out and set everything straight."
She shakes her head, hiccupping. "No, I can't. We - I don't know how to reverse this, Barry."
"We'll figure it out," he repeats. "They're all gonna be okay."
"It's my fault," she mumbles, wiping her face. "I didn't know... I thought if I just..."
Barry frowns. "What do you mean? This isn't..."
Things start to click together, and he goes cold.
"I thought it'd be -"
"Lucy. Lucretia, what did you do?" he says slowly.
"I'm sorry," she says, hiccupping. "I'm so sorry. I love you, I promise I - I promised him, I -"
"Lucretia, what did you do?!" He's unraveling again, faster this time. If she - she couldn't have - how did -?
As if reading his mind, the confession tumbles out of her, almost faster than he can keep up. She won't look at him, flinches at the magic that forms cracking energy bolts that lash out at the room around them, and he barely has the presence of mind to leave before she gets hurt, before Magnus gets hurt, before he can do anything without thinking.
I know you don't remember calling me, / but I told you even then you look so pretty. / In a hospital bed, / I remember you said / you were scared, / and so was I
Barry has barely enough time to cast Shield before the scythe slams into it, and he counters with an immediate Acid Splash.
"Nice to see you again, Kravitz," he manages, struggling a bit to keep that scythe blocked.
"You're gettin' sloppy, Sildar," Kravitz replies.
"Yeah, well." He sends a quick Message to Lucretia - Run now. He'll think you're just a bystander; he doesn't like getting people in the crossfire. "You know. Just got - got things to do."
I'm not leaving you, is her immediate response. He grits his teeth.
"A lich like you always does," Kravitz sneers.
Barry finally manages to shove Kravitz back, and the reaper starts with the usual spiel. "Sildar Hallwinter, by order of the Raven Queen, I -"
"Yeah, yeah, heard it before, bud," Barry answers. "Still not gonna come quietly or whatever."
A branch snaps behind Barry - great, maybe Lucretia is actually listening to him - and Kravitz's attention is drawn to it for a split second. He swings at Barry again, but he dances backward, expecting it now that the reaper is aware that they're not alone.
"Don't move another inch," Kravitz threatens.
"You know I don't really wanna fight you, Krav - can I call you Krav?"
"Absolutely not," he snaps. He spins his scythe into the air and it transforms into a wood flute.
"That new?" Barry comments. His only response is a quick melody, followed by a large sapphire disk slamming into him. Definitely new.
The scythe returns and arcs to cut him in half, taking advantage of the stumble in the fight. Barry braces himself, trying to get up another Shield.
The scythe makes contact with a barrier that eminates love and fear and protection, and Barry takes advantage of the out Lucretia gave him to appear next to her, Teleporting them to his base before Kravitz can fully register what just happened.
The human stumbles when she lands, using the wall of the cave to steady herself. Barry just checks on his wards, refreshing and strengthening them as necessary.
"So that was terrifying," Lucretia says when he returns.
He snorts. "Yeah. Kravitz has been a pain in my ass for the last couple years. Keeps finding me when I'm out too long, hence all the wards and stuff."
"Mm."
Silence falls for a long time. Part of him wants to resume their conversation, but part of him is just tired and doesn't want to argue with one of the women he loves, so he chooses silence instead.
Lucretia is the one to break it again. "I should go. I don't - thank you for your help."
He exhales. "I may be furious with you, but I'd never just let you die, Lucretia," he replies.
"I know," she says quietly.
After a moment, Barry says, "Where to?"
In a standstill on the 5, / thought it was unusually early traffic; / usually I don't panic
It's so much harder to get to their room now. Every step feels like she's wearing shoes made of lead, but she forces herself to keep walking, supporting herself with the stair rail, the wall - anything that can help.
She opens the door to the room and closes it behind her, immediately leaning against it and sliding to the floor. She's exhausted on so many levels - emotionally, physically - and she's trying not to cry.
"Davenport?" Her captain pokes his head out from the little adjoining sitting room, curiosity turning to concern as he sees the state she's in.
"I'm okay." Lucretia manages to lift her head, giving him a weak smile.
He frowns. "Davenport," he says, reprimanding her.
"I really am," she promises. "I just need to rest."
She starts getting to her feet, but her knees won't have it, sending her sliding back to the floor again. Trying not to feel embarrassed, trying more to not show it, she asks, "Will you help me to a bed? I don't think I can manage it right now."
Davenport nods, walking over to give her a hand. With his help, Lucretia hobbles to the bed, sinking onto it with a small, appreciative groan. "Thank you, Captain."
"Davenport." He hops onto the one across from her, looking at her expectantly.
"I... I don't want to talk about it right now. I just need to rest," she says, unable to meet his gaze.
"Davenport. Davenport," he says.
Lucretia turns, laying down. "I promise I'll tell you later," she says quietly.
She can practically hear him frown, but he doesn't respond. It's not a promise she intends to keep, if she's honest. She doesn't want to think about Wonderland. She doesn't want to think about Barry. She doesn't want to think about how he saved her, protected her even with what she's done. She doesn't want to hope he still loves her.
Lucretia closes her eyes, feeling like her body matches the age she feels now more than ever.
I / just wanted to be on time. / When I saw the ambulances on the shoulder, / I didn't even think of pulling over
Barry disappears and somehow Lucretia just knows that he's gone, that her betrayal of them all has torn him apart. The thought breaks her, the tears that had been moving steadily now bursting from her in loud, convulsive sobs. She buries her head in her arms, trying feebly for a moment to stop them from coming, then giving into them.
She doesn't know how long she's been sobbing when there's a warm hand on her shoulder, and she looks up, seeing a concerned, but distant, Magnus. "Hey, are - are you okay?"
She can't manage words for several moments. When she can finally answer, it's still heavily interrupted by hiccups and sobs. "My family is gone, and it's my fault."
"I'm sure that's not true." He offers a smile, but she shakes her head.
"It is. I - I'm so..." Lucretia can't force the last word out, turning away from him.
I pieced it all together late that night
It takes her several hours to finally start trying to sort out new lives for her family - what's left of it, without Barry and Lup.
Merle is the easiest to situate. Lucretia had found him family living on a beach, and it seemed perfect for him. He had been the happiest that year on the beach - they all had, she thinks. Hoping that his statement of wanting to live on one forever still holds true, hoping that the beach continues to bring him comfort and happiness, she gets him settled into the community with relative ease.
Magnus is a little harder, but she hears of a town known for their corridors of craftsmen, and she knows it's where he'll thrive. She accompanies him there, getting him an apprenticeship with a carpenter that reminds her a bit of the Power Bear.
Taako seems impossible for the longest time. He's one half a whole, snarkier and colder without Lup, thinking that his whole life he's been on his own with no one to look out for him but himself. Lucretia struggles to find something that he'd be happy with, something that can make up for what he's missing. Eventually, she settles on a cooking show. He's always enjoyed the spotlight, he deserves the adoration, he'll always be around others, and maybe, just maybe, cooking the things he loves will help to soften him to the world around them. She gets him set up with a stagecoach, a bodyguard - a wood elf, someone with ethereal beauty so similar to Taako and Lup's, someone who would feel familiar, someone who could help to ease the void that was Lup, his sister, his other half - and enough money to keep them afloat for the first few performances.
The last member of her family is what causes her to need several hours to situate them all - Davenport has been left unable to say much other than his own name, and she cried all the harder when she realized just what she'd done to him, him of all people.
So, knowing that he won't be able to communicate regularly, Lucretia takes guardianship of him, claiming him as her ward, knowing that the daily reminder of her selfishness, her mistake in not doing more to revise the journal, is the least she deserves for what she's done.
And I know you don't remember calling me, / but I told you even then you look so pretty. / In a hospital bed, / I remember you said / you were scared, / and so was I
The first time Lucretia came across Barry again, she had been in danger. The Bullwark Staff and the mastery of abjuration it provided the genasi who wielded it gave her more trouble than she'd expected. She'd been banished several times, trapped over a dozen times, hurt a handful, and all the while she could barely get a hit in on them.
They'd finally managed to trap her in a spherical Prismatic Wall, and while she'd been able to slowly dispel each of the layers in it - taking more damage than she'd ever care to admit to in the process, and leaving her struggling to stay conscious - the indigo one proved to nearly be her end. She was about to try one last time to dispel it, one last try that could either free her or leave her as a statue for the rest of time (which was starting to sound more and more tempting, if only to stop the pain) when she heard him yelling.
"Lucretia, stay still!"
She did so immediately, recognizing in the next moment that he'd used Suggestion on her. Surprise turned to relief turned to love. Then anger flared up in her, indignation from him trying to stop her, but before she could try to dispel the indigo layer again, she became immobile.
She couldn't see what was happening, not really. She could see, through the Wall, two figures fighting, as though covered by an old TV's technical issue static, with the spells of one often going awry and hitting the prismatic barrier. A quiet rage boiled in her as she struggled to throw off the Hold Person she was clearly under. All she could do was wait for it to end.
Lucretia immediately reached for the barrier once more the second she could move, determined to bypass it and free herself. She just had to dispel that layer, with the next going down with it if she could throw the force off once more time, and then she could take down the genasi and reclaim her relic. She steadied herself for the force she knew would try to stop her as part of the process.
"Lucretia!" he screamed.
What if it happened to you on a different day? On a bridge where there wasn't a rail in the way? Or a neighborhood street where the little kids play? Or the Angeles Crest in the snow or the rain?
Lup stared up at the stars, nestled between Barry and Lucretia, the only thing between them all and the open air being a soft blanket spread across the three of them. They hadn't had many nights like this lately. Lucy had been pulling away from them, from all of them. A night like that was a gift.
Her girlfriend propped herself up after a moment, asking, "You okay Lup?"
"I'm good, babe. Just thinking," she responded, kissing Creesh's forehead.
"Penny for the thoughts?"
"Mm." Lup stretched her arms out above her head, using one to pillow it.
"I just keep thinking about all the destruction we caused. Are causing," she said after a moment, quiet.
Lucretia was quiet as well. This topic had been a sore spot between them, a barrier between Lup and Barry, and their girlfriend.
"We can't really take it back now," the human finally said evenly.
"Yeah. Guess not." Lup exhaled, closing her eyes. "'M sorry for bringing it up."
"It's okay."
"Mm."
Silence stretched between them for a long time, the sounds of the wildlife around them weaving into a sort of song. It was comforting, in a way. Peaceful in a way Lup felt she didn't deserve.
"I had thought about settling down together before," she said, breaking the quiet at last. "The three of us, with the rest of those knuckleheads nearby."
The only reply she got was soft snoring, and when she glanced at Lucy, she saw that she'd fallen asleep. A faint smile touched the elf's face, and she kissed her girlfriend's forehead again before returning to stargazing.
She didn't know how she could entertain the idea of a domestic life anymore. Not in the way she wanted. Not with the destruction that was their relics out in the world.
What if you weren't alone; there were kids in the car? What if you were remote; no one knows where you are? If you changed anything, would you not have survived? You're alive, you're alive, you're alive -
Lup is quiet as she follows Cyrus through the cave, keeping the gauntlet hidden in her robe. She keeps telling herself this is what she needs to do, that sealing the relics away is the best option.
He isn't much for conversation, but she doesn't mind. She's too lost in her own thoughts, her own head. Trying to figure out how she's going to pull all this off, if this will work at all, if she can retrieve the other relics, if, if, if.
She doesn't realize what's happening until the pain from the cut blooms, and it shocks her back into reality. She sees Cyrus with the gauntlet, running the way they came. Grabbing her umbrella from where it's hanging at her side, she manages to get off a Thunderwave, throwing him into the vault she'd intended to lock the gauntlet in. She slams the doors after him, and sighs, touching the cut the dwarf gave her. It's strangely numb, but that's probably due to adrenaline.
Lup takes a few steps back the way they came, pulling her hand away from the wound, then stops as she looks at it. The blood there is black, not the usual blue. She twists to try to see the area around the cut, her heart sinking as she sees that her skin is turning an ashy gray, her veins visible and black.
"Silverpoint," she says quietly. A bitter chuckle escapes from her as she starts to feel weak, and she uses the wall to support herself as she moves to sit by the door, sliding to the ground as she feels her racing pulse become more sluggish. "Bastard."
So much for this body, she thinks. Her only body, she corrects herself. She starts laughing and closes her eyes, growing weaker. She underestimated the thrall on that thing. At least it's contained like she wanted.
Her lich form emerges from her body as it dies, and Lup turns to return to the Starblaster. Taako's gonna hate her for already beefing it.
She doesn't realize the full consequences of her death until she's sucked into the umbrastaff, screaming.
And I know you don't remember calling me, / but I told you even then you looked so pretty. / In your hospital bed, / I remember you said / you were scared. / And so am I
Lucretia stands nervously on the porch, and despite the obvious toll the years have had on her, Lup smiles. "Hey beautiful."
The compliment has the exact effect she'd intended: Lucretia blushes deeply. It also has an unintended effect, though, because she also looks mildly uncomfortable.
"Hi Lup. Um. Is Barry here?" Lucretia asks, not meeting her eyes.
"Not right now. He's training with Kravitz. I get a pass since I'm still getting used to a body again." Lup tries to remain nonchalant about the fact she's feels like she's been shoved into a cage, so much like being inside the umbrastaff, but without the velvet and black.
"I see. I'll come back later, then." Lucretia turns to go, but Lup clumsily grabs her hand.
"Hey, there's no rush," she says reassuringly. "I got some good wine from Taako, you wanna try some?"
"I don't want to intrude," Lucretia deflects, not turning around.
"It's just me here, babe. I'm not even doing anything," Lup coaxes. "Just one glass."
Lucretia hesitates. "Maybe just one," she relents.
They end up snuggled on the couch, more drunk than either had planned for, laughing over the shenanigans the boys pulled while in the Bureau. Lup gets to fill her in on the details she could catch, and Lucretia can fill her in on anything she couldn’t. They end up cackling like madwomen, but it feels good. Like nothing has changed all these years later.
Barry still hasn’t returned when Lucretia finally brings up the question, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled. “Do you think he’ll ever forgive me?” she asks quietly.
“Who?” Lup glances at her.
“Barry. I mean, I wouldn’t blame him if he never does.” Lucretia is gazing steadily at the ceiling, and Lup is silent for a moment.
“I want to say yes, but I don’t know what happened between you,” she admits.
“Fair.”
“I forgive you though, Luce. Honestly, it’d be hypocritical if I didn’t.” Lup cracks a smile, tracing circles on the human’s palm.
“That doesn’t mean you have to,” Lucretia responds, still not looking at her.
“Hey. Look at me?”
After a moment, Lucretia does so, and Lup pulls her into a gentle kiss. “I forgive you, Lucy,” she says when they separate. “And I still love you. I still want to be together.”
Lucretia closes her eyes, biting her lip. It’s an action so much like the Lucretia Lup knows, it hardly feels like it’s been a decade. “Are you sure?”
“When have I not been, babe?” Lup brushes a thumb along her cheekbone, and Lucretia leans into it.
“I just - I don’t want to make things complicated for you and Barry.”
“He doesn’t hate you, Creesh,” Lup says. “Me being with you isn’t gonna make things complicated.”
“You don’t know that.” Lucretia won’t look at her.
“Do you know how many times we’ve talked about what happened?” Lup responds with half a smile. “The way he talks about you? Like, I’m not gonna lie to you, Luce, he is still pretty mad. But he talks about the times you two ran into each other, and he smiles. I think he still loves you. It’s just gonna take time to heal.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. Now stop avoiding the question,” Lup continues, poking Lucretia’s cheek and earning a smile in reply.
“I don’t remember a question being asked that wasn’t answered,” Lucretia says archly.
“Then I’ll ask one: Do you want to date again?” Lup says, holding Lucretia’s face gently.
The human takes a deep, shuddering breath, then nods. “So badly,” she admits.
Lup smiles. “That’s my girl,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss her.
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