The pain rising in my belly radiates through my entire body as I fall. Tears flood my eyes — from the pain of betrayal from my only sister, who stabbed my unborn child and then pushed us both off the penthouse balcony. And from the wind tearing past our bodies as we plummet toward the pavement below. Moon Goddess, save me! I try to scream the words, but nothing comes out. Jocelyn has her fingers wrapped around my throat. Her teeth snap scant inches from my face, and her hot breath reeks of fury. She’s half-changed from terror and rage, and her claws rake my skin, bringing more agony that I can only pray will be over soon… The moment I die. *** “Yvonne!” My mother snaps her fingers in front of me until I focus on her face. She’s frowning at me, her disappointment spreading across her features like melting candle wax. “Get yourself together, or I swear by the Moon, I will shackle you with silver myself!” My wrists burn with the memories of silver cuffs that had kept me from reaching my wolf. My stomach lurches. The floor feels like it’s spinning right out from underneath me…like I’m falling from the top of a skyscraper. Again, I clutch my stomach. My fingers slide across lace and brocade, and I stare in horror at my flat belly. I know this white dress. I know this bouquet of golden flowers I’m holding. What I don’t know is…what happened to me? Blinking, I look around the small room and try not to give away that I’m holding back a scream. I press my hand to my belly and swallow the burning taste of bile. My pup…gone. My previous life, also gone. Stolen by my sister, who stands across the room in an identical white gown. Oh, Goddess. It’s our wedding day. Again. Jocelyn smirks at me from where she stands. She and Father are posing for photo after photo. His face is alight with pride — something he never shows when looking at me. Mother’s lip curls into a deeper sneer as she sees me watching my sister and father. “Stand up straight. You may never be as beautiful or as accomplished as your sister, but you still have a duty to represent the River Gorge Pack. Believe me, none of us are happy about you having any piece of your sister’s glorious day, but it can’t be helped. The Forest Green Pack is the most prestigious and wealthy pack in the entire wolven world, and I won’t allow you to ruin it for Jocelyn!” “I wouldn’t —” In a flash, Mother’s red-tipped nails slash toward my face. She pulls the slap at the very last second. Even she would be too embarrassed to have her daughter show up to the joint wedding bearing the marks of a beating. Instead, she straightens her shoulders and puts on a forced smile as she smooths her simple, navy-blue gown. In my memories, the hem of it glittered with sapphires and rubies that had been sewn into the fabric to represent the swirling waters of the Red River from which our pack takes its name. In this reality, the bottom of Mother’s dress flutters with golden fringes, instead. This reality… I think as she grabs me by the elbow, pinching my flesh in a place no bruises will show. What does “this reality” mean? I send up another plea to the Moon Goddess. Not that I expect an answer or anything. She’s never bothered much with me, the second-born and less desirable child. I try anyway, desperate to understand why my head is filling and swimming with these visions of my sister holding her razor-sharp claws to my throat, then slashing my pregnant belly, and finally, shoving me over the edge of the balcony. Her sleeve had snagged on my bracelet, yanking her along with me, and so we’d both fallen…fallen… I jerk upright as Mother pinches me again. I’m not losing my mind. Those visions aren’t my imagination. I know it. I feel it. I was forced into this marriage of convenience and tempted with the promise of millions if I was the first to deliver a pup to fulfill Nathan Hunter’s wishes for his bloodline to continue through his grandsons. Hector and Oliver had agreed to marry me and my sister, and neither one of them had been any happier about the mating than I was. Joceyln, on the other hand, had been overjoyed. At least until she— “Yvonne, when will you learn? You’re only fit to be beneath my feet.” Jocelyn says this with the same smug nastiness she’s used to speak to me for most of my life. My sister’s hateful attitude doesn’t surprise me, but I am shocked when she reaches over and yanks the golden bouquet out of my numb fingers. She clutches it to herself, and her beautiful face goes dark with grim determination. Her eyes bore into mine, flashing faintly green as her wolf rises to threaten mine. “Girls, girls,” Father says. “You can have your little tiff later. Your mates will be here any minute —” “Father, I want to marry Oliver. Not Hector.” Jocelyn lifts her chin and stares down her nose at me with a sly grin. Mother and Father share a look, but I already know they’ll give her anything she wants, the same way they always have. For our entire lives, no matter what I had, if my sister wanted it, I had to give it up. This won’t be any different. “Jocie, sweetheart… Hector is the more suitable —” “I want. To marry. Oliver,” my sister says with a flash of sharpening teeth. That’s when I see it. That’s when I understand. My body runs cold, and my wolf paces, whining, trying to protect me…but she can’t this time any more than she could the last… Because Jocelyn has been reborn, too.
In my previous life, the one that keeps battering my mind, I had been the one to marry Oliver. The younger brother, the one who’d been injured in an attack during a pack war. Jocelyn had, of course, been given to the Forest Green Pack’s Alpha heir, Hector. In the eyes of my parents, and the elders of both packs, the delicate and beloved Jocelyn had been the perfect match for the heir, while the second daughter, the leftover, had been fit enough for their second son. That hadn’t gone as well as they’d all hoped. Oliver and I had not loved each other — but we had become a surprisingly strong match. And I’d been the first to get pregnant. My pup would have been the coveted heir to the bloodline… Until my sister, driven to madness with her jealousy, had ended us. But how had we gotten to that point? More importantly, why was I being forced to relive this? My belly aches with the phantom pains from where her claws had torn me open. Every muscle in my body tenses as my bones recall being shattered. “Yvonne won’t mind. Will you, dear sister?” Jocelyn’s sickly sweet tone brings me back to myself. Staring in her cold gaze, I realize that she has no intention of reliving anything the way it had been the first time. Her goal is to change our outcomes. “If Jocelyn would rather marry Oliver, than who am I to stand in her way?” I reply calmly. “After all, it’s not like the Forest Green Pack elders really care, so long as both packs honor the treaty. And, of course, so long as Nathan Hunter gets the grandson he desires.” “Which will be mine,” my sister says through a clenched jaw. “I will be the one to have the pup Grandfather Hunter wants.” The only reason why we’ve been chosen to carry the Hunter bloodline pups is because Father saved Nathan Hunter’s life in a freak accident. As his reward, Father negotiated this double wedding, securing our positions. My sister’s nostrils flare, and her lip curls back to show the hint of her sharp teeth. She thinks she looks fierce, the fit mate to an Alpha, but I know that a true Luna never needs to use force to get her way. True Luna? My own thought shocks me. Marrying Oliver had meant I was never going to be the Luna, not unless Hector died, and his brother stepped into his place. If I marry Hector in this timeline, I will become the Luna of Forest Green Pack. I can’t believe my sister would give up the chance at that… I look into her dark-brown eyes, so different in shape and color from mine. There’s nothing about us that hints that the two of us are sisters, less than a year apart. I was the mistake, the pup born out of a night of passion my parents, to this day, would probably prefer to forget. Father had been scorned by his mistress. Mother had been out for revenge. The result? A daughter no better than a spare, a reminder that their union might be unbreakable, but that even being mated couldn’t turn hate into love. We both know why my sister’s forcing this change. Why she’s willing to forgo becoming the Luna of Forest Green Pack by marrying the “lesser” brother. And it has everything to do with the money that Nathan Hunter has promised to the she-wolf who bears the bloodline heir. With that much money, it won’t matter to Jocelyn if she’s not the Luna…it won’t even matter to her if I am. Slowly, I bend to pick up the gardenia bouquet Hector had sent for his bride. My sister had thrown it to the floor, and I was lucky she hadn’t ground it into mush beneath her shoe. The flowers tremble a little in my grip as I lift them to my nose, breathing in their delicate floral scent. “The cars are waiting outside,” Father says. Mother scurries to the window and flutters her fingertips against her chest. “Oh, Jocelyn! Oliver has sent a Rolls-Royce!” I look out the window. The car Hector sent is an ordinary sports car, no more special than the simple bouquet. He’s the Alpha heir. Of course he doesn’t feel the need to show off his wealth. I’m sure he doesn’t feel at all that he has to do anything special to convince his bride that becoming his mate is a privilege. Not the way Oliver does. “I’m marrying Oliver,” Jocelyn grits out. For a moment, my sister and I lock our gazes again. She’s stealing Oliver the way she’s stolen everything else in my life. Our parents’ love and attention, to start. Any chance I had of being well-liked in school, since she’d started horrific rumors about me that had everyone turning away. And now, my intended mate. “If that’s what you wish, dear sister, then I hope you get everything you deserve.” I feel the serenity in my tight smile, and for second, my sister’s cruel smile falters. Her eyes narrow as she studies me. In our other life, she wasn’t able to get pregnant with Hector. We both know why. But what my sister doesn’t know about that golden bouquet she’s clutching so triumphantly, is that it’s a trap…one she’s going to fall into, headfirst.
As I settle into the front passenger seat of the sports coupe, I carefully examine the bouquet of gardenias. To my relief, there’s nothing out of the ordinary about them. Simple flowers, tied with a neat but unornamented ribbon. The bouquet of premium roses dipped in 14-carat gold, on the other hand, is a beautiful but deadly gift. For my entire life, I’d dreamed of being mated to a man who’d love me, care for me, protect me and our pups. I’d always assumed that my sister would be married off to someone to secure the alignment between our pack and another, more powerful one, but when it became clear that Nathan Hunter was insisting that both his eligible grandsons needed mates, my parents had gladly sold me off without a single care about what I wanted. Oliver Hunter, like me, must have had his own dreams about who he’d be mated with…or that he’d never wanted to be mated at all. Since he wasn’t the Alpha heir, he’d wanted to live the playboy life, spending his money on travel, drugs, women… There was even a rumor he’d taken up with human women, just so there’d be no chance that he’d ever have any pups of his own and couldn’t be forced into serving the Forest Green Pack and his brother as its Alpha. Like me and my sister, the Hunter brothers didn’t get along. When Nathan Hunter, their grandfather, threatened to cut him out of the family money and even expel him from the pack, Oliver had quickly stepped into line. At least on the surface. He’d agreed to marry me and take me as his bonded mate. He’d sent the impressive wedding gifts — the fancy car. The golden bouquet. The poison. He’d mixed a special perfume into the golden-dipped flowers — one designed to inflame. Arouse. But not so our wedding night would be full of passion. No, he’d intended the bride who sniffed that aphrodisiac to be so aroused that she—as in me—couldn’t control herself. He’d also arranged for me to be taken immediately to a small, private room before the ceremony, where he’d also sent someone to seduce me. Oliver hadn’t cared if my reputation was ruined. He had only wanted a legitimate reason to break off our engagement. To his dismay, my strong allergic reaction to the perfume had kept me from fully breathing it all in. Not even a powerful aphrodisiac could counteract the way my lungs had squeezed, my throat closing, as I sneezed and sneezed away the horrible perfume. I’d fought off the seducer. Oliver had pretended that it had been a test of my loyalty. Now, though, my sister is the one with the golden flowers and the perfume. And she doesn’t have the same allergies that I have. I watch out the window as the world passes by, faster and faster as the car drives me toward the place where I’ll have to take Hector Hunter as my husband and mate. I can’t hold back the laughter as I picture Jocelyn being caught in the compromising position, but the giggles fade into sad sighs as I realize that no matter how awful she’s always been to me, I can’t even wish the upcoming humiliation on her. Nobody deserves to be treated so poorly by someone who’s supposed to love them. If there’s anyone in the world who knows that, it’s me. The car pulls up in front of the Forest Green Packhouse. I have to open my own door, help myself out. My intended mate hasn’t even bothered to greet me. Well, I can’t let that bother me, can I? It’s not like I have any illusions about what all of this is. A show, a pact, a treaty. The first time, I’d accepted everything, and look where it had ended up? I’m not going to be that naive this time. I’m ready for whatever happens next — Except the enormous wolf that appears out of nowhere, snarling and snapping its jaws. My own wolf rises to my defense, but I hold her back. First of all, there’s no way I could ever fight this beast and win. Second, I won’t risk ruining my wedding dress with my transformation, so that I’ll end up naked and humiliated in front of everyone, showing that I can’t be trusted to control myself. And finally, the wolf is only herding me away from the car and into the house. It nips at my heels, speeding me along. It forces me into an expensively furnished den— Oh, Goddess protect me. Is Hector trying to do the same thing his brother did to me the first time around? The wolf transforms quickly into a huge, brawny man. A naked man. He puts his hands on his hips and grins at me lewdly as I do my best to back away without tripping on the hem of my long gown. I turn away. The gardenia bouquet falls to the ground. I brace myself for the hands on my body, tearing at my gown, but all I feel is hot, wet breath on the back of my neck. Rough hands then grip my hips, sliding upward to cup my breasts through the satin and lace. “What a pretty little present my Alpha has presented me with,” the man growls. His tongue slides against my ear, and I shudder. Twisting, my claws out, I rake his cheek. Blood spatters, and he almost backhands me — but a voice stops him. “Enough!” The man in the white suit steps out from his hiding place. He sweeps me with his assessing glare, then smiles grimly. It’s Hector. It’s too much to hope that he’s there to save me. He dismisses his Beta with a wave of his hand and takes a seat on the sofa. He crosses one leg neatly, making sure to tug his white trousers to keep them from snagging. My heart pounds. I can smell him — the woodsy, sharp scent of Alpha male. My nipples peak despite myself. We might not be mate bonded yet, but my body is reacting as though we are. Goddess, I pray. Does this mean that in this life, I might actually find a mate to love, one who will love me? Looking at Hector’s sneer, I can’t imagine us ever being in love. He gestures to draw me toward him. I take a few small steps but keep myself out of his reach. “Quite ruthless, aren’t you?” he asks calmly. With equal calm, I let my gaze meet his. “I could say the same about you.” He laughs a short, sharp bark. He runs his tongue over his teeth and looks me over again. “I thought I was marrying the other one.” “The prettier one,” I say. His eyes narrow. “I wouldn’t say that. You’re the healer, aren’t you? “I am.” Not that I expect I’ll be allowed to continue practicing the healing arts. Everyone needs a healer at least once in their lives, but it’s not considered an occupation worthy of a Luna. Anyway, once Hector becomes the Alpha and I’m the Luna, I’ll have too much taking up my time to continue with my healing work. “I like a smart she-wolf,” Hector says with another slide of his tongue, this time over his lips. “And you’re fierce. I thought for sure Joshua would have been able to have his way with you. I guess you’re not the eager little whore the rumors about you have said. Tell me, something…you can’t truly be a virgin, can you?” I flinch at the reminder of the stories my sister spread about me. It doesn’t matter that everyone had to know they couldn’t really be true…Jocelyn had been so insistent that nobody dared go against her. Anything she ever said was meant to make me look bad and her look better. “I am.” I lift my chin and meet his gaze, daring him to say he doesn’t believe me. Hector studies me, then stands and comes closer. He draws his nose along my bared shoulder and throat. Pressing his teeth to my skin, he touches the tip of his tongue to my neck, but he doesn’t bite. He’ll do that later. “By the Moon, you are,” he says and pushes me back just far enough to look at my face. His fingers still grip my arms so tightly, I’d have to yank hard to get away. “Why would you want someone else to take my virginity? And on our wedding day?” I hate the tremor in my voice and the way I take another step toward him, but I can’t help myself. I’m desperate to know, to understand. The Moon Goddess has to be teaching me something. I just can’t figure out what it is. There’s a flicker in Hector’s gaze, and I suddenly understand why he’d send his Beta in to take me that way. It is a gift of knowledge straight from the Moon Goddess herself, and my jaw drops. The moment he sees the understanding dawn on my face, Hector leaps from the couch to grab me by the upper arms. His fingers dig deep into my flesh. I’ll be bruised tomorrow, but he won’t care. If anything, a man like this will take pride in leaving such marks. Not so different from the mark he’ll give me later, after the ceremony, when he gives me the mating bite that will bond us together for eternity. I don’t know why, but I’ve been given the chance to live a new life. Make new choices, such as they are with the restrictions I’m still facing. But I know one truth for certain — whether I’m forced to marry Oliver or Hector, I refuse to live under someone’s control anymore. When I slide my hand down his rock-hard stomach, his gaze flickers. When I cup between his legs, he scowls and grips my wrist. More bruises. He even grinds the bones together. It hurts bad enough for me to draw in a hissing breath — but I don’t let go. I stroke him, and it’s not my clumsy efforts that leave him unaroused. No wonder my sister hadn’t been able to get with pup. No wonder she’d been ranting and raving to the point where Hector had had her hospitalized. No wonder she was so desperate to marry Oliver this time, instead. “I can help you with this,” I murmur, holding his gaze with mine. “I’m a healer, remember?” I try to release him, but his grip on my wrist gets even tighter. I stagger a little but manage to keep my balance at the last second. My palm feels very hot nestled between his thighs, and I want to pull it away… But at the same time, I don’t. His grin is hideous, full of malice. “I should kill you right now.” In an instant, his hand is around my throat. I gasp for breath, batting without success at his curling fingers. He squeezes harder as his features ripple with his wolf, just beneath the surface. I can practically hear him thinking — better to silence me forever with this secret he’s managed to keep for so long. Hector’s reputation as a playboy with multiple mistresses has never been questioned. The only reason I even know it is because I’ve lived through a different timeline in the past and been reincarnated. “If you kill me,” I manage to gasp out, “you’ll set off another pack war. Not to mention, your grandfather will probably kill you.” “Not if I make it seem like an accident.” One last time, his fingers squeeze, stopping just short of choking me. Again, he slides his nose along my skin, breathing me in. When I shiver, is it distaste or something else? I’m not sure, but apparently neither is Hector, because he backs away from me with another scowl. He turns his back to me. “You don’t seem to know your place, Yvonne,” he says with a bitter tone. “Know it?” I laugh with equal bitterness. “I know it, all right. I simply refuse to keep accepting it!” For a second, I think he’s going to hit me, but at the last moment, he stops himself. His fists clench. His wolf flashes in his eyes — a vivid violet rimmed with green. I’ve never seen a wolf with eyes like that. His tongue, ruby red, slides along the points of his canines as he snarls. “I’ll never tell anyone!” I shout before he can fully transform. That would ruin this wedding day, and suddenly, I’m more eager to go through with it than I thought I’d be. Whatever the Moon Goddess has planned for me, it’s not for me to try and fight her wishes. If she wants me to live my life over again, it has to be so I can make different choices, right? To give me another chance at happiness? No matter how unreasonable that expectation might be? A knock at the door has us both turning. It’s the enormous Beta. At least he’s got all his clothes on, now. Joshua, that’s his name. I expect him to look me over with that same lewd glare, but apparently, he only tries to brutalize women when he’s ordered to. “They’re waiting for you both so the ceremony can start,” Joshua says. “Is my sister throwing a fit?” He gives me a small, tight, reluctant smile and a sharp nod. “She says she’ll start without you, if you don’t stop trying to ruin her special day. And your grandfather.” He nods at Hector but doesn’t finish because Hector holds up a hand. “I know all about my grandfather.” Hector turns to me and dismisses Joshua, who leaves at once. Hector eyes me, still frowning. “I’ve been to healers.” “None who have been your true and bonded mate,” I tell him with more confidence than I feel. The truth is, I have no idea if I can solve his “little problem” as I recall my sister’s describing it the first time we went through this life. But I’m willing to try, if it means getting Hector on my side. Finally, he nods. “Fine. We’ll get married. I’ll go through with the mate bond.” “And if my healing works,” I say quietly, “I’ll carry your pup and please your grandfather.” “And spend his money,” Hector says with a rude twist of his lips, although there’s something like admiration in his gaze. Quick as the flash of his wolf, then gone just as fast. “Won’t the price be worth it?” I drop my gaze to his crotch again, then up to meet his. I’ve infuriated him, but I don’t really care. I spent my former life bowing and scraping to please my parents, and it never worked. I’d done everything I could to be a good sister, no matter how many times Jocelyn slapped me back to the ground. Now that I have the chance to change my destiny, I’m going to take it. And that starts now. In my previous life, married to Oliver, I’d been able to heal his leg over the timespan of a few months. In fact, Oliver had also suffered the same “little problem” as Hector, but I’d always assumed it was more from the pain of his injuries than something else. Whatever is causing Hector’s inability to get an erection is something deeper. Carefully, I draw in a breath and call upon the healing powers the Moon Goddess blessed me with from the time of my first transformation. I feel her energy cycling through me, pulsing every place my heart beats. It starts to draw something dark out of Hector. A deep poison he’s allowed to build up for years. Distrust, anger, jealousy. He’s woven himself into a web of inadequacy he can’t untangle on his own. But I can. “Sir?” Joshua peeks in the door again. “They’re really getting anxious —” “How long?” Hector grits out to me, his wolfish gaze boring into mine. “Three days,” I promise. The healing pulse retreats. Hector nods. “Fine. Let’s get married.” Three days later, as promised, Hector is healed. He’s not grateful. Doesn’t even say thank you. He simply leaves me in our shared bed without a word. I don’t care, though. The less I have to deal with him, the better. Still, I had expected him to go with me for the traditional post-wedding visit to my parents, where we’re meant to make an offering to the Moon Goddess and also give them gifts. When it’s clear that he’s not planning to hold up his end of the bargain, I hurriedly get ready and call for the driver to take me to the house that I’m glad I no longer have to call “home.” I don’t even care that I arrive empty-handed. I’ve spent my life with these people doing their best to shame me for things I didn’t do. At least now I’m married to a man powerful and rich enough that they can shame me for the mistakes I actually make. The moment I enter the living room, Jocelyn is checking out my clothes, comparing them to hers. Looking at her, I think the old saying is true—money can’t buy taste. Yes, her outfit is exorbitantly expensive. Designer everything from top to toe. Mine’s more understated, but the colors and styles suit me, and I can see my mother eyeing the two of us and wishing she could find fault with me. But she can’t, and I hold back the burst of my self-satisfied laughter. “Yvonne, your mate didn’t attend with you?” Jocelyn lets out a snide huff and rolls her eyes. “And no gifts? My mate sent along this exquisite coffee collection and espresso maker for Father, since we all know how much he adores his morning drink. And for Mother, we chose that gorgeous jade pendant and earrings set.” “I love it,” Mother declares, preening, while Father beams from his chair. “Your husband isn’t with you, either,” I reply nonchalantly. My sister waves the enormous diamond ring on her left hand. “Oliver is the CEO of the Hunter Group. He was busy with important things, but he sent his regards, at least. What’s your husband’s excuse? We all know he’s not the CEO.” “No. He’s just the rising Alpha,” I say with a wave of my own hand in return to show that I don’t give a damn about Oliver’s business position. Of course, when I was married to him, I fully understood how busy he was. Many nights he didn’t even bother to come home, and when he did, the pain from his injuries left him with such an evil temper that he beat me out of spite. Even after I healed him, he could be undeniably cruel. Thinking of this, I pay close attention the long sleeves on my sister’s dress. Now I see why she chose such an unflattering outfit. It’s hiding the bruises Oliver must have left on her arms. Now’s the moment when I could take my sister aside and tell her I know the truth about her suffering, and that she doesn’t have to allow it. If we went together to Nathan Hunter and told him about how awful his grandsons are, he might listen to us. He might care enough to reprimand them. But I don’t say anything to her, I just excuse myself to return to my childhood bedroom. I doubt there’s anything in there I’d really like to keep, especially that can’t be replaced, but I need to get out of that room. Watching my parents fawn all over my sister brings back too many bad memories. Before I can even get more than a few feet beyond the doorway, Jocelyn follows and pounces on me like a wolf hunting a rabbit. “Rising Alpha, maybe, but mannerless son-in-law, for sure,” she says with a haughty sniff. I don’t even bother to pause. Infuriated that I’m ignoring her, my sister lunges at me. She throws the red wine from her goblet to stain my cream blouse, but as I step out of her reach, she teeters on her expensive stilettos and loses her balance. When she crashes to the floor, Jocelyn screams like her head’s being cut off. Her shriek brings our parents running in from the living room. Mother helps my sister to her feet, cooing and hushing her, while Father turns on me. He raises a hand to slap my face. In the past, I would have cowered, but now I stand up straight and dare him to take the blow. He hesitates, probably thinking about the fact that my mate might not be the Alpha yet, but once he is, he will be the most powerful wolf in the entire territory. The Forest Green Pack has outranked the River Gorge Pack for a century. Even my father doesn’t dare risk hurting the rising Luna of Forest Green. “Yvonne pushed me!” Jocelyn screams the lie, which my parents both immediately believe. “She wanted to hurt me so bad that I won’t be able to carry the Hunter family heir!” “Not only did you come without your mate and didn’t bring us the gifts and the respect we deserve as your parents, or even the offering for the Moon Goddess…now you want to hurt your sister?” Father snarls. “You bring shame to this pack! No wonder your husband refused to honor us!” A figure steps from the shadows near the front door. A voice, low and growling, sets my father back. It’s Hector. “Who dares to say that I’d bring shame to my mate by not honoring her parents or the Moon Goddess?”
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