#vampyr fanfiction

[charox5]

Inspired by SentimentalFootsteps “Avaler des couleuvres” Geoffrey McCullum smoking outside the Reid Residence. Oh the scandal!

[therewasatale]

doctor-leech

On Ao3.

It wasn't alone.

The monster's body finally fell on the ground, filled with cuts and bullet wounds.

The few members of the Guard of Priwen finally dared to take a deep breath. They managed to take the monster down, even if they had to give their own blood for a fight.

But their enemy was not alone.

McCullum heard to growl above him. And felt his every muscle tensing, yet he froze up only for a second. But that second was too long.

The lesser-vulkod jumped down between them, its eyes fixed on the leader of the Priwen.

In one moment, McCullum was standing, with two feet on the ground and saw those long claws lashing out at him. Then in the next second, he was in the air, but his mind couldn't keep up, he didn't even realize when he got hit. His instinct wasn’t able to keep up with the creature’s speed. He hit the wall with full force.

The impact knocked the air out form his lungs. White spots like stars sparkled in front of his eyes. Someone shouted, but the hunter couldn't hear it. His head painfully was throbbing, beating inside his skull like it tried to crack open. He smelled and tasted blood as his body fell on to the ground.

"Geoffrey!"

It was Jim, that he recognized, but he couldn't look at him. His eyes focused on the lesser-vulkod, the giant vampire that should have belong of the werewolf’s family. Thick, dark fur, sharp, claws and teeth. Its bloodlike eyes remained on the hunter. It growled and took a step closer to him.

Geoffrey felt his hammering heart, and knew what was coming next. He has seen before what happened to those poor souls who were defeated by a monster like that. His fingers tightened around the grip of his sword.

The monster was about to slash out again when a bullet stopped it.

"Get back!" It was another voice - deep, filled with darkness that didn't belong any living, not anymore.

Geoffrey blinked.

The Ekon teleported in front of him, in one hand he held a short barrel shotgun.

"You --" another pang of pain ran through his body, cutting his sentence in half. "Shit!" For a second panic set in, as his instinct screamed. He needed to get away, he was in bigger danger than before.

However, the Ekon didn't turn around to attack him, instead, he stood his ground. "Don't move, and stay behind me, McCullum!"

Geoffrey couldn't answer, and the vampire didn't wait for one.

Reid used his blood shield as the creature attacked, and waited for the right moment to shoot.

One lesser-vulkod could become a challenge to any hunter, and they weren't ready to deal with another one. However, an Ekon was a very different story, a very different fight, and they all were aware of which one of the two creatures posed a greater threat.

The fight ended in a couple of seconds with the monster falling to the ground, blood oozing out from its wounds. No one could tell who was it before it got turned.

No one moved from the Guard of Priwen, they have never had a chance to see an Ekon fighting against a lesser-vuklod this close, not without attacking them at the end.

Jim's fingers tightened around the barrel of his pistol, waiting for an attack against them, against McCullum, however, it never happened. The Ekon didn't even glance at them, instead he put away his weapon, then teleported next to the leader of the Priwen. "Can you hear me, McCullum?"

And just like that, he seemed like an average human being - a good doctor who cared for people, for his patient.

"You --" Geoffrey's body winced, in his right he still held into his sword, but he knew he wasn't able to fight anymore. He exhausted himself to the extreme.

"You have a head trauma; however, I can't see any internal-bleeding, which is a very good news for you." Jonathan blinked and examined every inch of the man's body. He knew that he won't have too much time before --

"Oi, ger away from him!"

That.

"Gentlemen, your leader will be all right, if he gets medical help in the next hour. He has a deep cut on his chest, but lucky for him that creature didn't hit any arteries, however I can see a crack on his collarbone. The bone can wait, but that cut needs to be cleaned and stitched up."

Geoffrey glanced at the vampire as he was talking, and the doctor-vampire was look right at him. Question after question popped up in his mind, but he didn't have the strength to ask them. He only knew, that he felt like shit, and for some reasons he didn't want to look away.

"What he needs is to you get the he away from him, leech!" Jim scoffed. This was new for all of them. A leech that was trying to help not just them, but their leader. They were hunters, the Ekon should be fighting them until only they or he remained standing.

"As you wish," But Jonathan didn't move yet, only glanced around; a few bruises, and broken bones that didn't heal up completely correctly. However, they weren't in immediate danger. "But first."

Geoffrey took a sharp inhale as he felt the cold fingers against his skin, he didn't even realize when his body got took over the suffocating warmth. And he couldn't stop himself from slightly leaning closer to the touch.

"A weak fewer, here take this." Jonathan threw a bottle to the loudest Priwen member. "It will help with the infection."

"Why should we trust you?" Jim spat the question, but still caught the medicine.

"For that I cannot answer, but maybe the mere fact that I'm the only doctor who's running around to help people, even in an epidemic."

"Doctor-leech." Someone scoffed and laugh, but the others didn't join.

"Call me that if you like, but I took an oath to heal the sick."

For one last time McCullum looked into those blue eyes.

"And that what I'm going to do for as long as I can."

Without another word the Ekon vanished into the shadows. Geoffrey was able to take out his silhouette on one of the rooftops before the vampire teleported again.

"You all right, Geoffrey?"

"Yeah." His voice was hesitant for a second, his mind still stuck with the vampire.

"Geoffrey?"

Then finally he pulled himself together. "Let's burn this beast, then we can finally go back to the quarters." He accepted Jim's hand, and found the floor under his feet.

The other hunters started to drag the lesser-vulkod's body away. The average humans didn't need to see something like that at the light of day. They were hunters, they kill any monster, and then get rid of their bodies.

"Maybe, you could take one." Jim said, the medicine bottle was still in his hand.

Doctor-leech. What an absurd thought.

"Maybe." McCullum quickly he took the bottle and shoved it into his pocket.

Neither of them said another word about the medicine or the encounter with the Ekon.

[chriscdcase95]

Unlife is Strange: “Double Exposure” update  

So while I’m preparing the next chapters for Unlife is Strange, I thought I’d make an update post. Especially with Life is Strange: Double Exposure being announced.

Having worked on Unlife is Strange since 2020, I only had only one real curveball in 2021, when True Colors was announced. Before that, I had an entirely different arc for Steph Gingrich, writing her to be Rachel’s love interest. 

When True Colors was released, I ended up doing a full revamp of Steph’s arc and role; even giving her a power explaining how Steph could live her canon life, and go through what she did in the fic. In the current story, I’m even including Alex and Steph in the main plot. 

Will Double Exposure get the same treatment ?

That's actually a tough one. The easy answer would be “No” because Unlife's version Max and/or Chloe lived a radically different lived than what Double Exposure presents…but at the same time, the deal that applies to Steph could apply here.

Spoilers below

In Unlife is Strange, this is what happened with Max and Chloe.

In the “Route A” chapters — following a “Sacrifice Arcadia Bay/Parting Ways” timeline — Max and Chloe settled down in Seattle. Max is finishing school, and Chloe is a stay at home mom, raising their two year old son, William “Bill” Price Caulfield. 

In “Route B” chapters  — following a “Sacrifice Chloe/Redemption” timeline, Max is still raising Bill as a single mom, and working photography jobs, though not as prolific as Double Exposure presents her. Chloe has also awakened as a vampire shortly after her death…and has seeing Max in secret for years, while Max publicly keeps up the façade of Chloe being long dead.

It also turns out both Max and Chloe were involved with the Federal Bureau of Control (from Control) some time between 2014 to 2020, before Max retired…and eventually pulled back in. The full details will be revealed in future chapters. Point is, it doesn’t really fit where we see Max in Double Exposure.

The easy thing would just be to discount it, but my solution to include True Colors may work both ways. Which brings us back to Steph, and where it gets interesting.

Like I said, when I originally wrote Steph into this story, I planned for her to be Rachel’s love interest. When True Colors came out, I found a way to make it work and gave Steph a power of her own.

In Unlife, we’re introduced to a Steph who went on to become a stage actress in LA, and got into a toxic relationship with a rich and powerful influencer, before reuniting with Rachel after the latters vampire resurrection. This Steph had a troubled relationship with her father and stepmother, and hasn’t even heard of Haven Point…

Before  we eventually find out, Steph has a supernatural affliction, in that she has a Tulpa; a version of her that lived a radically different life after Arcadia Bay, than her canon counterpart. The “real” Steph is the canon!Steph who became a DJ in Haven Point, fell in love with Alex Chen, and doesn’t recall being a stage actress. This causes Steph to disappear and reappear between two different lives, causing her to blink out of people’s memories depending on what life she goes too.

The Tulpa!Steph is the one who Rachel falls in love with. Steph and her tulpa self aren’t initially aware of eachother, but recall their “other” eachother’s lives as if they were dreams. In the current storyline, Alex and Steph try to get to the bottom of Steph’s affliction, with the FBC reaching out to them.

This should explain it better.

So where does this leave Double Exposure ? As far as Unlife is concerned, it’s a radically alternate timeline. But depending on how it plays out, it may or may not be part of another tulpa effect. 

I may make my final decision when the game comes out, but don’t expect Safi to show up in Unlife any time soon.

TLDR: Maybe, but it won't be considered part of the fic's “main” timelines.

[priwenshallprevail]

Up until now, I desperately tried to avoid Vampyr fanfiction. Because I wanted to approach Geoffrey as my own and not be influenced by anyone else. But .. I've recently been tempted by a McReid fic that made me cave in , if not due to a particular fanart that has circled around more than once, relative of a scene within said fiction. When I dove into this. I soon came to realize that we all have subconsciously fed off one another without truly realizing. Because the most of us see him in the same light. That we all hold similar headcanons with him, his past, his relationships with the Guard. The Guard itself and even similarities over Carl Eldritch. Or his obstinate view of Reid as a whole, as it slowly starts to splinter due to various events, wane and contaminate into self doubt. That despite his mask, he really isn't as invincible like he likes to think he is. It's beautiful how a good portion of us seem to understand that particular quality of his state of being. Or how neither of them are truly submissive with each other in this particular story. Another view I share with this author and it warms my heart tremendously. It really becomes an amazing connection at that point. One that honestly made me smile like a goon -- something I haven't felt in a long time within a fandom. I haven't quite finished it yet, so please, no spoilers -- but I must give thanks to the Author of The Changing of the Guard. If they are present on tumblr : It's a beautiful fic , and I love you for it.

[therewasatale]

This got me an idea for a short oneshot.

Geoffrey: …I don’t like this.

Jonathan: You don’t like anything.

[waifgirlininternet]

[kiivg]

."Are you even listening to me, McCullum?".

[zvdvdlvr]

If youve read some of my revent work, i think you can understand my fascination with vampires (or vampyres). Butttttt i realized i hadn’t written any vamp!reader for anyone in cod or harry potter

So this is my official vamp!reader x tom riddle shit post.

I like to think that Tom realized somethingwas different about you when he couldn’t read your mind using Legilimency. It was sixth year at this point and you were a kept-together, quiet student. As a Slytherin, Tom knew your name but nevr paid attention to you until sixth year: people whispered about you when you passed by, teachers were noticeably more lenient with you on almost everything, your magic was extremely powerful and you were well practiced, and how striking your features were.

Professor privilege (or ‘special treatment’) consisted of you attending most classes but ignoring everything that was going on. You never slept- Tom noted- but were always doing somthing else. The differing activities you preformed didn’t disrupt the class, but the fact that you always did something else in every class was definitely an eyebrow raiser.

Your magic was powerful. Powerful, honed, practised, strong, and memorable. Tom was intrigued by how fluid your wand movements were, how quickly you could cast a spell, how lethal your movements were, and your ability to cast spells without a wand. As a sixth year, wandless incantations were growing more and more popular. But the fact that you could preform duels without your wand- strings of spells- without so much as a twitch of the hand was extraordinary.

Tom didn’t want to say you were pretty, but in all honesty, you were incredibly attractive in Tom’s opinion. Your sculpted eyebrows paired with the stony stare in your eyes? The way your cheekbones hung over your guant face was further enhancing Tom’s interest in you. Your chin and jawline were prominent, a perfect mix of sharp and piercing.

Going more in depth in the people gossiping about you wasn’t really necessary. Some people- boys- were attracted to your facial and body features, ‘spcial treatment’, and just wanted to have sex. Other people- girls- were jealous of the interest many of their boyfriends gave you, were jealous of your smarts, and didn’t like you. You were powerful and you knew it. People didn’t like that.

These traits led Tom Riddle to the jarring conclusion that you were a vampyre. town further prove his theory, Tom often caught a glimpse of you wandering the corridors at night, paying no mind to the prefects and head boys and girls that saw you. You conversed easily ith the portraits and spirits- even befriending Peeves.

Evan Rosier was the one to bring up your existence during a Knights of Walpurgis meeting. Tom had listened to Rosier’s ideas- involving you with their agenda and bringing you into their organization. 

Tom had his doubts. He believed that you were not the right person to try to convince. Tom protested for no real reason. He himself didn’t even know why he was tensing up around your name, growing defensive as the conversation continued. Why?

Coincidentally Tom Marvolo Riddle came across you striding into the Forbidden Forrest that very same night.

He didn’t know why he followed you. Tom didn’t know that, for some reason, you intrigued and infuriated him to no end. Why must you effortlessly best him at every activity? Why must you look so unbothered after singlehandedly destroying three seventh year Quidditch players after making a bet that you couldn’t win against them as a 3 versus 1? Why, pray tell, were you the only person on Tom’s mind after seeing your sly smirk when you stumbled across something undeniably inappropriate in your book? Why you? Why-

“Stop thinking so loudly.”

Tom stood- frozen- as you moved into an open clearing. You clicked your tongue a few times and whistled. After doing it a few times in a pattern, Tom realized you were summoning something.

“What did you follow me for?” Your voice was crisp and audible despite the distance between the two of you that was closing slowly. Tom inched forward, hesitating for one of the few times in his life.

“Why did you sneak out? I could report you to the headmaster for this. You’ve done this before, so I could get you in trouble for a long time.”

You showed no reaction as you tilted your ear up. You whistled again. “Step back, please.”

Tom didn’t know why he complied but he did. A second later, a large winged animal emerged from the trees. A hippogriff, Tom realized. “Did you hear me? I said-“

“Do even know my name, Tom Riddle?” You finally turnd around. Your face was even more haunting in the moonlight. “If you have seen me sneak out numerous times before, why haven’t you already told anyone? You have nothing to blackmail me with, so I am confused by your reasoning for following me.” You watched Tom for a second. The hippogriff whinnied shyly behind you and you immediately turned your sharp gaze away.

Tom realized that he liked your sharp eyes on him. He liked when you looked at him like you could crush him- knowing that you could, in fact, crush him. But then Tom realized that you knew his name.

You cooed and murmured something to the hippogriff that was inaudible to Tom. You patted the animal’s side and mounted the beast. You cooed a few more words at the animal before turning to Tom. “If you come with me, I can answer some of your questions. You’re an awfully curious fellow, Tom. Very smart…”

“You can read my thoughts?”

“Like an open book,” you snickered. “I’m leaving in ten seconds- as does your opportunity for answers.”

The hippogriff’s feet stamped anxiously, eargerly awaiting departure.

Tom’s jaw set. Did he really want to? He couldn’t answer the question as he took a step forward.

“Bow first,” you commanded quietly.

Withholding a scoff, Tom scoured the animal’s eyes before bending down at the waist. The blasted animal waited until Tom’s entire core burned to caw and return the bow. 

Tom struggled to mount. He couldn’t quite wrap his arm and get his leg up to the beast. He glowered, hearing your breathy chuckle. “Help me.”

Your eyes seemed to smile. You reached out a hand and waited impatiently for Tom to take it.

Despite how impressed Tom was at how easily you lugged him up, he grumbled. “Where are we going?”

“To eat,” you replied simply. “Better hold on, Tom, I ride fast.”

Tom grumbled. He didn’t want to hear the coyness in your tone at the last sentence. “I don’t need to hold on.”

Suddenly, the hippogriff lurched forward and Tom’s throat let out a choked cry. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and scooted further into you as the beast rose into the air. He grumbled some more after prying his forhead from your shoulder and opening his eyes.

“There’s food at the castle,” Tom whispered with a ragged voice. “What are you going to eat?”

“Not the kind of stuff I need,” you chuckled. “They don’t keep fresh blood for me there.”

[ignis-need-that-bootyo]

Lol I am still looking...

In search of...

I need help here in finding a Vampyr fanfic lol. I would like read a Johnathan Reid x OC/reader fanfic. I can't find much, either they're not complete or mostly they are BL. I don't read BL.

[nuihopes]

That moment when you finish a piece of media and can finally look at fanart and fanfictions without being spoilered

[charox5]

McReid soulmates comic! Check back monthly for updates! Check pinned post on my page for my thoughts and comments!

UPDATE 01/19/24

UPDATE 02/25/24

UPDATE 03/29/2024

[therewasatale]

shit

On Ao3.

The door opened and after a couple of seconds it didn’t close, the lock didn't slide back to its place as it should have.

"Shit." Geoffrey leaned against the wall. He wanted to wait until the room stopped spinning, but with each moment his legs felt weaker and weaker. They began to give up on him. The pain rippled all over his body; starting from his freshly wounded side it radiated up to his head, at the same time it seeped down to his legs making every step a challenge. The gauze stuck to his skin, and so did his coat. His sweat stung his eyes. 

"Shit...shit." He somehow made his way to his bedroom, and took a big sip from the whisky when he finally reached the self. 

He wasn't careful, of course he had to make a fucking mistake, but the wound wasn't that deep. At least it didn't feel too deep at first. But now, a fewer was raging inside him and all he wanted to just lay in a cold water.

The room spun around him, and he found himself kneeling on the ground. His head hung low, and his fingers felt numb.

He tried to reach something deep inside his mind, he had to remember at something, but he couldn’t think anymore; the pain, the fewer and the exhaustion took hold of him. He closed his eyes just to rest them for a bit, to make it easier to think, but he wasn't able to open them again.

 There was the pain first, and then a familiar voice. A dream, maybe. He was dreaming, about something. Where was he? And why was everything dark? A fight, there was a fight. Almost at dawn, the fog was his enemy, no, something inside the fog. Those bloody eyes followed him, and he followed it in turn. And then, and then there was darkness. But he wasn't alone in the fight.

"Geoffrey?"

That familiar voice called out to him, like it did a plenty of times in his dreams. So yes, it should be a dream, again.

"Can you hear me?"

His mind became a bit more focused and clearer and when he opened his eyes he looked right into that owner of that familiar voice.

"Reid?" The hunter tried to order his thoughts, but it had to deal with the pain and numbness in his body. "What-?"

"Take it easy, I had to change your bandage. And I had to make sure that your fewer gets lower. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"That's how you look like, so it's good, in a way."

"Fuck off. Where are we?" The hunter rubbed his eyes. "How did you get here?"

"You left your door open, and I saw you collapsing into the ground from the street."

Memories slotted back into their places. 

"You followed me home?!" He groaned and became silent. 

The doctor scoffed. "I can already tell that you're getting better. And yes, yes, I did. You didn't let me treat that wound after all."

"I told you I was fine." He glanced at his bandaged hand.

"Oh, I'm familiar with that pronunciation of near-death, I've noticed that the most stubborn people like to use it "

Their eyes met, and it was McCullum's turn to scoff. "Shut up." He glanced around, his instincts finally kicking in, but they couldn’t help much more. "Did you put me into bed?"

"Do you want me to put you back on the floor? Maybe you can get another, different kind of infection."

And again, their eyes met, and McCullum noticed the tiny smile hiding inside the Ekon's eyes. 

"You're so-"

"Can’t be helped, I know. I know. How are you feeling?"

Geoffrey rolled his eyes as hard and as annoyed as he just could. "Fine. My legs are moving, and I can feel the pain all over my body."

"Good, then maybe you will live another day."

"I thought you were supposed to be a good doctor."

"I'm a good surgeon, and an adept at blood-transfusion, but everyone can make a mistake." A small smile spread on the Ekon's lips.

"Give me some medicine then."

"I just did, I gave you-"

"Whisky, Reid, I meant my whisky. I want to dull this god damn pounding in my head."

The doctor paused, then rolled his eyes. "Of course, whisky. That will help surely, especially your liver." Still he did as he was asked. Taking a step, he got the bottle from the ground and handed it over. "Although, I'm afraid, it's almost empty."

"It will be enough." McCullum swallowed the dry whiskey with long gulps, and let out a tired sigh. He saw as Reid moved closer from the corner of his eyes, but for once it didn't bother him. This once, he didn't have the strength to care.

"Don't be alarmed."

Cold fingers touched the hunter's forehead, and he had to stop himself from leaning closer to the Ekon's hand. 

"You still have some fewer, it's not that worrying, it will go down now that I properly cleaned your wound, but you should sleep now. Your body is exhausted, I can tell."

"Just from looking at me? You can examine with just a glance, don't you? Smartass, leech."

"Yes, something like that." Jonathan sat down next to him, and took the empty bottle from him. "I can tell if someone is sick, and I can help them more easily."

"Vampire-doctor." Mumbled Geoffrey and glanced toward at the window. Curtains hid the morning light from his eyes, but it was obvious that dawn was upon them. "You should get going, the Sun going to burn you black."

"I'm afraid you're right. And I have to get back to Pembroke too." With a quick up and down glance, Jonathan made sure that the leader of the Priwen was all right, and in the process of healing. He cleaned the claw wound and got the glass shards from the hunter's hand. But the man's body was pushed to the extreme.

"Reid."

"Yes, McCullum?" He leaned closer.

Geoffrey swallowed back his pride, and let his other feelings take a hold on him. Later he will say it was the fresh wound's, or the bloodlust’s, or the sickness' or even the alcohol’s fault, but right now just wanted to do it. Reaching out he grabbed the doctor's coat and pulled him closer.

Jonathan's eyes widened, he had to steady himself by putting down his hand next to McCullum's head. The kiss caught him off guard. The kiss tasted of whisky, and crankiness, but it wasn't a bad kiss. He felt fingers gently making their way into his hair, pulling him even closer. He let himself be pulled. His mind raced, and so did his heart, his ears filled with the heavy breathing of the hunter. 

Suddenly, it ended when Geoffrey turned his head to the side. He couldn't even look at the Ekon. "I'm drunk, you should go."

For a moment McCullum's heartbeat occupied Jonathan's attention, for a second, he really wanted to do something with the hunter. But that moment faded as he once again saw and smelled the blood. 

"All right then, you should sleep now. Good night, McCullum." He placed a quick kiss on the hunter's neck, and smiled as it made the man shiver. Without looking back, he stood up and left building, leaving behind the still heavily, but not from the fewer, breathing Geoffrey. 

The hunter knew very well that the kiss will haunt him for the rest of his life. "Shit."

[chriscdcase95]

Unlife is Strange: Chapter 23 is up “Help From a Friend”

It's me. Hi (I'm the problem, it's me). It’s been a while, but I wanted to wrap up my current arc of Love's Sacrifices before I get back to this story.

This chapter isn't going to be action oriented or anything, with the last three chapters being a three part battle sequence. I think the story could have used a breather after that. We'll be picking up where we last left off, with Max meeting Sean.

We do get some character interactions I've been wanting to get to for a while so there's that. I'm also announcing a spinoff for this fic; Screaming Until Dawn - of course, a crossover between Scream and Until Dawn; the events of that story get a passing mention in this chapter. 

Link for Screaming Until Dawn’s preview  here

Content warning: This chapter contains mild vampire related violence. I say mild because the worse will be left to the imagination. The next chapter is partially written; may be more brutal in the violence department and will also feature our favorite teacher.

Anyways I hope you the enjoy the read

[unknownbard]

Chapter 7 - Supercorp Vampyr AU

The one where Kara wears a shirt with colorful surfboards.

[whatever-local-cryptid]

Thought#77 of ?

If anyone remembers me mentioning that I am caught up in Vampyr by Dontnod specifically the fanfiction… good for you.

The problem: I’m still here. And I don’t think I’ll be out any time soon. Send help.

It’s just… it’s my cup of tea. I like the drama, but also like the creators who make these fan works because, my God, I love it. It sparks much joy.

And also fuels my escapism that I will never escape-

I don’t think I’ll be free of muggy London vampires and vampire hunters. But if I am, it will just be replaced with a new fixation.

(Is anyone else pissed off at the Vampyr endings tho? Just me?? I HOPE NOT, I’LL KICK JONNY BOY’S ASS-)

[see-arcane]

Do you have a Director's Commentary from officially publishing your first novella? Did it feel scary or OK or scary but relief and satisfaction?

It felt like anxiety then and mostly feels like nudging folks with copies from the back of a metaphorical van now. But I am happy that I did it, if only to say I got my toes wet publishing-wise, even if it wasn't traditional. I like having a physical copy of something I wrote in my hands most of all c:

On that note, requisite chucking of copies of The Vampyres from the back of the metaphorical van:

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