En Garde! My Wolf
In a world where wolves walk openly among humans, bloodlines still carry power, old Houses still guard their secrets, and some instincts are considered too ancient to question.
Dashiell von Hohenzollern was raised to master all three.
An heir by birth and a champion fencer by choice, he has built his life around precision, the delicate balance between rival Houses, and the discipline required to want nothing he cannot afford to want.
Zhenevieva Borghese has never belonged to that world.
She prefers old paper to old money, forgotten histories to powerful men, and questions to the convenient answers people inherit. But inside the Hohenzollern estate, where history has been polished as carefully as reputation, curiosity has a way of becoming dangerous.
Especially when it turns toward Dashiell.
Between them grows something older than desire and far more difficult to deny. Recognition, an ancient certainty that should have made everything simple, if only wanting each other weren’t the most complicated thing either of them could do.
Because Dashiell has spent years learning exactly how close to let an opponent come.
Zhenevieva may be the first person who makes him forget to keep his guard up.
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Chapter: I miss herIt was notoriously difficult for a werewolf to get drunk. Not impossible, as I had spent the last three hours proving it with agonizing commitment.The hand-carved limestone block beneath my fingers shifted suddenly to the left. No, the stone remained precisely where six generations of master masons had intended it to sit. I was the unstable variable.I tightened my grip on the narrow ledge, pressing my forehead against the cold exterior wall of my own family home. The mountain night air felt cold against my flushed skin, but it did nothing to quiet the dull, thumping heat behind my temples."This," I muttered to the dark gardens forty feet below, "is fundamentally beneath me."My wolf immediately growled his disagreement. He had been actively disagreeing with virtually every decision I had made since the engagement ceremony ended.The reception had stretched on for an eternity after the formal announcement. Then I had set out to discover how much alcohol a werewolf's hyper-efficient
Last Updated: 2026-11-03
Chapter: Ice crackingI wore a path into the wool before I noticed I was pacing. Across from the bed, my phone lay face down on the dresser, thrown there hard enough to rattle the perfume bottles after the fifth vibration. Anika believed that live commentary on Dashiell's engagement was essential to my survival. I had typed, very clearly, that it was not. She had ignored me with a dedication I might have admired if I had been capable of admiring anything.I reached the door, turned, and went back toward the dark window."Stop."This was absurd. He had been promised to another House before I ever carried a bag through these gates. Nothing happening right nowwas a breach, because there was nothing between us that could be breached. So why did the picture of him on that dais make me want to put my fist through the glass?Possessive.I pressed both palms over my face and dragged in a breath that shook on the way out. "No."I had no claim on him. Even the shape of the want felt offensive, the syntax of ownershi
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Chapter: Engagement ceremony(Not the official mating ceremony)The cufflink slipped from my fingers for the second time and struck the vanity with a sharp, irritating little click. "Say it."He adjusted the lapels of his jacket in the mirror's reflection while I picked up the silver square again."Your hands are usually considerably steadier with a live blade pointed at your throat.""My life would be considerably easier if everyone approached me with one," I muttered, locking the catch into place with more force than necessary. "At least a blade comes with simple rules.""That can still be arranged before the procession," He murmured, his eyes meeting mine in the glass. "All of your rivals are in the banquet hall. I'm sure one will oblige."I ignored him and reached for the second cuff.I lifted my gaze slowly to the full-length mirror. I had attended dynastic engagements like this since childhood. The Great Houses called them celebrations of continuity, concordats called them stabilizing political unions, financial analysts called them massive
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Chapter: Absolute madnessI walked into work still wearing the night. I had slept in violent, fractured pieces, woken by every tiny sound. By four, I had stopped pretending there was any sleep left to claim. The headache had descended the stairs with me, and the two painkillers I'd swallowed had already surrendered what little mercy they gave back.I hung my coat on the peg, sat down, and had almost managed a quiet minute until Anika arrived, coffee sloshing in one hand."Fun fact, do you know he broke Severin Asterholt's wrist when he was nineteen?"I kept my eyes pinned to the table. "Wonderful.""Sanctioned bout." She leaned a hip against the corner of my desk. "He didn't even notice it was broken until the match ended.""Anika.""Yes, Zhen?""I do not care for a forced lecture on Dashiell."She took a slow sip from her mug. "That seems deeply unhealthy for your character development." I let out a low breath and went straight back to work.This was her new favorite sport. Ever since the press had unilatera
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Chapter: EMBARASSING"She actually came to work."The whisper sliced through the damp morning air. "Wouldn't you?""If I'd embarrassed myself like that in front of half the country? Absolutely not. I'd have crawled into a hole and suffocated."I hung my coat on the brass peg beside my desk. Across the aisle, Anika was watching me over the rim of her monitor. I didn't give her the satisfaction of looking back, or anyone in that suffocating room the satisfaction of seeing composure crack.I sat down, pulled the ledger toward me, and uncapped my fountain pen."Homewrecker," someone breathed."Quiet. She can probably hear you.""Please. No human can hear from all the way over here with absolute clarity."Apparently, this one could. Anika rolled her chair across the floorboards until one caster slammed violently against mine, vibrating through my boots. "You can go home, Zhen," she whispered. "Right now. Just walk out.""I live here now, apparently," I shot back, not lifting my gaze from the ledger."You know
Last Updated: 2026-11-02
Chapter: ADMISSIONI stood under the water with both palms flat against the tile, head bowed, steam thickening against the glass until the enormous bathroom shrank. For once the noise helped. It struck my shoulders in a continuous rush and drowned most of what my ears had decided was their business. I closed my eyes and let it run over my face.The memory of Dashiell carrying me through a wall of cameras flashed through my head. "Oh, for God's sake."I turned the handle hotter, as if I could boil the footage off my skin. Reaching for the conditioner, I nearly swept three glass bottles off the shelf. I set it back in the brass caddy and watched the water bead on the glass. I worked the conditioner through my hair. Less than a week.I had walked onto this estate wanting one thing. To be good enough at the work that Dr. Corvin would eventually stop looking at me like an ambitious intern who might still be sent home.That had been the plan. Work, learn, and build a reputation that belonged to me. Maybe o
Last Updated: 2026-11-02
Boys Like Him
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
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Chapter: The endI drew in a long, unsteady breath, willing the memories to loosen their grip on me. They didn't disappear. They never quite did. But I had become better at recognising when the past was trying to pull me under, and, with considerable effort, I brought my attention back to the woman sitting across from me.Dr. Goldilock's eyes were glossy. "I managed to testify against him," I continued. "I stood in that courtroom, answered every question, listened to them read out the things he'd done to me, and watched them take him away after he was declared insane. And everyone seemed to think that was supposed to be the end of it."My fingers found the edge of my sleeve. "But it wasn't the end for me. I still don't feel normal, Doctor. I don't know what normal is supposed to feel like anymore. Some mornings, I wake up, and everything is fine. The sun is shining, and I can almost convince myself that I'm just another girl having an ordinary day. Then a door slams, or somebody raises their voice, or
Last Updated: 2026-11-02
Chapter: AugustAugust arrived with a rare, stagnant Surrey heatwave that turned the air inside my old bedroom thick and heavy. The sash window was propped open with an old copy of a pastry textbook, but no breeze came through, only the distant, mocking drone of lawnmowers from the neighboring gardens and the oppressive scent of sun-baked asphalt.Downstairs, the house existed in a state of suspended animation. My mother had stopped going to work her entire life had shrunk to the perimeter of our kitchen, where she spent hours preparing meals I could barely swallow. My father sat in the study for days, the low, grave murmur of his voice bleeding through the floorboards as he spoke with detectives from the police station and the Crown Prosecution Service."Nyelle?"The door creaked open, and my brother stepped in. He held a small, plastic container of fresh blackberries, the fruit dark and shiny."I found these by the old railway track," he said, trying for a light, easy tone that cracked at the edges
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Chapter: JulyBy July, the heat became heavy. "We're just going down to the salon for an hour," Mariah announced. She was adjusting her earrings in the hallway mirror. "You don't have to talk to anyone, El. You can sit in the back breakroom. I just want you to get some fresh air. The apartment is starting to smell like trapped dust."I sat on the edge of the sofa. The thought of stepping onto the asphalt, of being exposed beneath the open glare of the July sun, made my stomach violently churn."I can't, Mariah," I whispered.She stopped fixing her jewelry. Her shoulders dropped, a heavy, exhausted slump passing through her frame before she turned around. She walked over and knelt on the carpet."Nyelle, it's been over two months," she whispered softly, her fingers trembling as she reached out to rest her hands on my knees. "He's behind concrete walls. The lawyers are handling the depositions. Malik is breaking himself into pieces down at that rink because you won't even look at his messages. You'r
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Chapter: Unsafe yet safeThe interior smelled aggressively of rubbing alcohol, burnt coffee, and the sharp, synthetic scent of plastic upholstery. Two paramedics in navy uniforms worked over me in a synchronized, silent dance as they cut away the mud-slicked sleeve. I lay perfectly still on the narrow stretcher, my bare feet sticking out from beneath a thermal blanket that felt like sandpaper against my skin."Trachea is midline. Laceration across the anterior neck is superficial, but it's close to the carotid," a female voice muttered above me. She was pressing a thick pad of gauze against my collarbone, her fingers smelling faintly of spearmint gum. "Pulse is ninety-eight. She's in deep shock. Look at her pupils."I didn't look at her. I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling. The side door of the ambulance rattled, and a heavy weight shifted onto the bench beside my stretcher.Malik.He sat in the cramped space, his large frame bent forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His knuckles were split open. A deep,
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Chapter: RescueLloyd was sitting at the kitchen table meticulously cleaning his basketball shoes with an old rag.A soft, rushing noise similar to an empty radio frequency or a distant waterfall broke through the silence. It came from a small, battery-operated weather radio Lloyd kept on the windowsill to track the mountain storms. "...repeating the description for residents in the tri-county area... gray sedan, older model..."He froze. Slowly, he turned his head toward the window."No," he whispered, his voice dropping into that frantic, rhythmic cadence I hadn't heard since the dead of winter. He stood up instantly. "Someone tampered with the file. Someone changed the code."A sudden, violent spike of adrenaline crashed through my chest, breaking through the numb fog that had kept me docile for weeks. My pulse began to hammer against my ribs."Nyelle," Lloyd snapped, turning his gaze onto me. He marched across the room, his large hand clamping around the back of my neck with a bruising grip. "Di
Last Updated: 2026-10-28
Chapter: The passing of timeThe heavy March rains finally stopped, leaving the mud to dry under a weak, pale spring sun. I woke up to the smell of browning butter and onions drifting up the stairs, a scent so jarringly domestic it felt like a hallucination. My stomach, shrunk from months of starvation rations, cramped violently at the aroma. I slowly walked into the kitchen, wearing a faded gray hoodie of his, Lloyd was standing by the woodstove. He was chopping fresh garlic on the wooden table. A basket of actual groceries sat beside him on the counter, containing flour, eggs, a carton of milk, and a bundle of fresh herbs. He must have hiked out to his hidden vehicle in the dead of night to get them.He looked up, his eyes softening into a warm, crinkling smile that looked terrifyingly like the boy I had met at 2:07 a.m. in my DMs a year ago."Morning, Nyelle," he cooed, his voice entirely devoid of the jargon he'd been spouting all winter. "I figured you were tired of oatmeal. I'm making a rustic chicken fri
Last Updated: 2026-10-28
The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand.
Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again.
What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear.
With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again.
Because falling in love is one thing.
Surviving it?
That's a war of its own.
Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul?
For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.
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Chapter: 219Sargis's POV I sat beside her, watching the auroras fold and unfurl, as if the heavens themselves were alive, their colors spilling like molten ink across the tapestry of stars. The sky burned with hues no mortal painter could capture, violets melting into emerald, gold bleeding into sapphire, yet all of it paled against the quiet wonder sitting next to me. She chewed on her banana with that little half-smile she always tried to hide, thinking I wouldn't notice. But I noticed everything. Always. And gods help me, I couldn't look away. Not from the sky, or from the rivers of fire winding through the dark. Only from her. Always her. If she only knew the war I had fought inside myself for this woman. There had been nights when I thought I would lose her, not to another man, nor to fate, but to the weight of her own scars. Nights when her fear shouted louder than her faith, when she pushed me away with words like daggers, and silence sharper still
Last Updated: 2026-01-29
Chapter: 218Outside, the palace corridors lay hushed, shadows stretched long and solemn across the marble floors. My footsteps whispered over the carpeted stairs as I descended, the silence wrapping closer with every step, anticipation tightening inside me like a drawn bowstring. At the front drive, the limousine waited with its headlights spilling pale gold against the stone archway. I slipped inside, sinking into the plush leather seat. The driver inclined his head in silent acknowledgment before steering us toward the Velariad, the engine purring low as the palace began to retreat behind us. I curled my fingers around the cuff of Sargis's shirt, tugging absently at the fabric while my mind raced ahead of the car. What could he possibly be planning? A moonlit walk along the riverbank? A quiet corner in one of Velariad's taverns where no one bowed or whispered our names? I smiled at the thought, knowing with Sargis it could be anything, from a stolen hour of simpl
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Chapter: 217By the time the sunlight outside the windows guttered to a softer gold, the throne room might as well have been a dream, the memory of chains and judgment already receding into the stone. I'd peeled away the heavy gown hours ago and slipped into a cotton short and a cropped tee that bared a sliver of skin to the cooling night air, grateful for the softness after the weight of ceremonial brocade. The bed sighed as I crawled onto it, settling cross-legged amid rumpled sheets that still carried Sargis's scent. I let it soothe me as I pulled the tablet onto my lap and opened the group call. The familiar trilling rings echoed once, twice. Then the dark screen fractured into light and laughter, my girls appeared one by one, each framed in the intimacy of their own rooms. Maelis's feed snapped on first, her hair bound up in a satin scarf, laughter spilling out before the image even stabilized. "Finally! We thought you'd forgotten the little people now that you
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Chapter: 216The smell hit first, so thick, rancid, and cloying it felt like a swarm pressing into my throat until bile nearly rose. I swallowed hard, willing my face to stay impassive even as my stomach lurched. The guards dragged them forward, chains scraping the marble like nails down bone. The first figure to emerge was Joe. Behind him, the rest shuffled in, those men who had once turned cruelty into a game, who carved laughter from screams, who wore my suffering as though it were a medal. Now their wrists clinked under iron, and their heads bowed beneath the weight of their own ruin. I sank deeper into the throne, fingers curling hard around the carved armrests, every muscle in my body begging me to tremble. I did not. I would not. My heart thundered like war drums beneath my ribs, but I lifted my chin and forced myself to meet their eyes. For an instant, the past clawed up my throat, blood pooling against stone, cold walls mocking my isolation, the e
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Chapter: 215Two weeks later, and we still hadn't learned how to stop touching each other. I found myself tracing the ridge of Sargis's knuckles while pretending to read reports, fingers drifting almost absently until he caught my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. He would pass behind me on his way to a council briefing and graze my hip with the back of his hand, just enough to send heat chasing up my spine. It was ridiculous, really, like some quiet fever we carried everywhere. At breakfast, I'd feel his knee brush mine beneath the table, and my thoughts would scatter like startled birds. The guards politely averted their eyes, the servants pretended to be deaf, but the knowing smiles were impossible to miss. Nights were worse, or better, depending on how I looked at it. We'd collapse into bed after hours of court obligations, vowing to sleep early, and then some small thing, his breath warm against my neck, or my lips grazing the edge of his collarbone, would un
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Chapter: 214Hours later, the chandeliers had begun to blur, each crystal dripping golden light like overripe fruit. Applause, toasts, yet another parade of dignitaries with stiff smiles and perfumed hands, the noise pressed against my skull until I could barely taste my own breath. Sargis caught my eye across the ballroom, that subtle tilt of his mouth the only warning before his fingers slid into mine beneath the tablecloth. "Enough?" he murmured. "Far too much," I breathed back, already fighting a laugh. We slipped out while the orchestra still spun its silvery waltz, ghosting along the side corridor like guilty children. The marble echoed under our hurried steps. Somewhere behind us, a herald called for yet another round of congratulations, but we were already disappearing into the hush of the palace's sleeping wing. The farther we went, the lighter I felt. The air tasted of night-blooming jasmine drifting in from an open colonnade. I couldn't stop the
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXFelicia took a cab to the nearest ATM and withdrew as much money as she could from her account. She broke her ATM card into pieces, then switched off her phone, knowing it would be traceable. With no money, no phone, and no way to contact anyone, she felt truly alone and scared. Having no other option, she hailed another cab and headed to the airport. She tried to stay out of sight of the CCTV cameras as much as possible. When she got to the airport, she headed to the waiting area and checked the time. She had about an hour and a half before her flight was set to leave. She felt a sense of dread as she knew her lie could be revealed any moment from now till then. Her heart was heavy with guilt as she thought about her parents. She knew they would be devastated when they found out she had disappeared, and she hated to think of the consequences they would face. But, she also knew she had to follow her heart. She was determined to make a better life for herself and to repay her parents
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVEFelicia's joyous squeal filled the room as she enveloped Tina in a warm hug in the excitement of the moment. However, the elation was short-lived as she released her grip, urgency abruptly taking over. "We have no time," Felicia declared, her tone serious, she rushed to the door and swiftly click the lock shut."Take off your clothes," she ordered, a command met with a compliant action from Tina. The wedding gown's bodice was swiftly discarded, and with careful precision, Tina assisted Felicia in slipping out of the intricate garment. Buttons and zippers were undone carefully ensuring the dress suffered no damage in their haste leaving Felicia in nothing but her underwear.Just as Felicia was assisting Tina into the dress, a resounding knock echoed at the door. "Felicia dear, open up," her mother's voice, tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern, resonated through the door. Their heart dropped in terror causing a shiver down their spines. "Coming, mother," Felicia yelled, her tone b
Last Updated: 2023-12-04
Chapter: CHAPTER FOURFelicia sat in front of a large ornate mirror, its golden frame adorned with intricate patterns. The room buzzed with the soft hum of excitement and anticipation as the wedding preparations swirled around her. Her reflection gazed back at her, her eyes revealing a turmoil of emotions she couldn't contain.Regret gnawed at her from the inside as she recalled the moment she had agreed to the arranged marriage. She had seen her father's face light up with hope, believing that she was doing the right thing to save their family's legacy. But now, as the hairstylist and makeup artist worked their magic on her, doubts crept in like shadows.The hairstylist's nimble fingers wove through Felicia's fiery red locks, meticulously crafting them into a neat bun at the nape of her neck. The bun was adorned with delicate white orchids, their petals an obvious contrast against her fiery tresses,Tiny, shimmering hairpins secured any loose strands, adding a touch of sparkle.As her hair was being styled
Last Updated: 2023-09-22
Chapter: CHAPTER THREEIn the stillness of the moonlit night, Felicia stomach grumbled and protested at her hunger protest. She looked at the empty bags of junks wistfully wishing she hadn't consumed it all two days ago. She wanted to continue but her stomach kept panging, she couldn't bear the hunger any longer. she devised a plan to sneak out of her room. She padded softly across the plush carpet of the hallway, her nimble footsteps creating barely a whisper, Each movement was executed with ninja-like precision.With every silent step, she edged closer to the staircase, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating her path. The dimly lit corridor felt like a labyrinth, and Felicia's senses were heightened as she moved like a ghost, her very existence hidden in the shadows.Reaching the top of the staircase, her heart quickened. She could hear the gentle hum of the night outside, contrasting with the oppressive silence of the house. But as she descended, the old wooden steps seemed to conspire against her.
Last Updated: 2023-09-22
Chapter: CHAPTER TWOThe room was shrouded in darkness, with only the faint glow of a table lamp illuminating Felicia's solemn silhouette. She sat by the window, her eyes fixated on the moonlit garden outside, lost in her thoughts. Empty snack wrappers littered the floor around her.. She had Locked herself in her room for three days now, locked away from the world. She had retreated into her own solitude, refusing to come out and face the reality of her impending marriage to Raphael Gallagher. Her room had become her sanctuary.Suddenly, a soft but persistent knocking broke through the silence. Three gentle raps, followed by a pause, and then the pattern repeated. It was Tina, who had been both friend and confidant to Felicia for as long as she could remember."Felicia," Tina's hushed voice called from outside the door, "it's Tina. Can I come in, please?"Felicia didn't respond. She remained fixed in her chair, her face turned away from the door. The knocking continued, more insistent now, as Tina's conce
Last Updated: 2023-09-22
Chapter: CHAPTER ONEThe sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the elegant drawing room of the Graham estate. Felicia Rose Graham stood at the center of the room, her fiery red hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. Her emerald-green eyes were ablaze with defiance as she faced her father, Sir Charles Graham."I will not marry Raphael Gallagher!" Felicia's voice quivered with anger and determination. She was not a girl to be trifled with, and her father knew it. "I refuse to be a pawn in this farce of an arranged marriage!"Sir Charles Graham, a stern man with graying temples, clenched his fists in frustration. He had always prided himself on his unyielding resolve, but his daughter's obstinacy tested even his patience. "Felicia, you must understand. The Gallagher family is one of the most respected in the country, and this union will secure our family's future."Felicia, her chest heaving with emotion, took a step closer to her father. "But I don't love h
Last Updated: 2023-09-22
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