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Chapter 24

If Cloud had been inclined to keep a list of places throughout the world that he least wanted to ever go back to, the desert around Gold Saucer would have been top of the list. The North Glacier and Mideel were vying for a close second, but the desert had one thing those two places didn't. The desert had sand.

The snow of the glacier and the insects of Mideel couldn't even begin to compete with Cloud's newfound loathing of sand. It got into everything, no matter how hard you tried to keep it out. It gummed up machinery, got into the food and water, and before you'd spent a full day in the desert you could feel it gritting between your teeth. There was nowhere you could go and nothing you could do to be free of it.

At the moment Cloud was doing his level best to get as much of it as possible out of his rifle. It was something of a losing battle, since he had to take it apart to get the sand out and that just gave the damn stuff more chances to get in. He'd taken to cleaning it in the morning before going out on patrol and again as soon as he got back, but the sand was still winning. The gun jammed more often than not now, and mostly he was just relying on his sword and materia.

At least omega company didn't specialize in a weapon, so he did have other options. If he'd still been in the rifle corps and in this situation, he'd be screwed. Blowing his bangs out of his eyes with an irritated breath, Cloud eyed the pieces of the rifle that he'd spread over his neatly made bed and wondered if it was even worth the effort.

The sound of a helicopter coming in to land made him look up briefly, but a quick glance at his watch told him it was probably just the supply chopper that came in three times a week. The desert perimeter was quicksand for a good half-kilometre band, so the only way in or out was by air. That left the small unit of Shinra troops somewhat isolated, but Cloud didn't mind that so much. Unlike the others in Captain Marek's unit the only mail he ever got was from Zack, and there was precious little of that.

The older boy had only written once so far, just a brief note that mentioned that the training for 2nd Class was even more brutal than for 3rd Class. Thankfully the acclimation period would be over soon, and Zack would be rejoining the unit. Cloud had missed him, even though he was sure things were going to be strained between them for a while. Zack probably still blamed himself for Cloud missing the exams, even though Cloud didn't.

For the moment, though, he still had to deal with the sand. With a sigh Cloud started reassembling the rifle, cursing as he felt the grit caught in the oiled mechanisms. No, the damn thing was definitely going to be useless until he could clean it somewhere else.

Someone scratched at the flap of the tent, the equivalent of knocking, and then stepped in without waiting for a response from Cloud. Captain Marek would have waited, so it had to be one of the two others here from omega company. Not looking up from the somewhat delicate piece he was trying to put together, Cloud mumbled, "If it's not urgent then come back later, and no I am not trading shifts with you!" He had the much-prized early morning patrol, when the desert was still cool enough from the near-freezing night temperatures to be bearable. The others were forever trying to con or bribe him into giving it up.

"Oh, well, if you're busy then," a teasing voice said. "I guess I'll just find somewhere else to bed down." Cloud jerked his head up, and found grey-violet eyes glowing at him from within a very familiar face.

The rifle pieces were promptly dumped to the ground as Cloud scrambled to his feet and threw himself at his friend. "Zack! You're back! Did you come in on the chopper?" Almost immediately Cloud blushed and chided himself. Of course the older boy had come in with the supplies, how else would he have gotten here?

Laughing, Zack hugged him back carefully, mindful of his new strength. "Yeah. They finally got sick of me and shipped me off out here to annoy all of you instead. Man, is this the world's biggest sandbox, or what?"

The light in Zack's eyes wasn't all from the mako; he was like a little kid being presented with a shiny new toy. "We'll see if you're still happy about it by tomorrow, when you've got sand in every conceivable crevice in your body, and quite a few that shouldn't be," Cloud muttered, burying his face against Zack's shoulder. He knew he shouldn't, knew one of the others might walk in any minute, but it had been too damn long since he'd gotten to hold his friend like this.

Chuckling, Zack wound his fingers through thick strands of blonde hair. "Irritable as always. What would I do without you?" Looking around, he raised an eyebrow. "Full-size tents, cots instead of bedrolls, and only two people each? What'd we do to rate the royal treatment?"

Pulling away, Cloud moved to gather up the scattered pieces of his rifle. "After we'd been here a week, Captain Marek radioed back to Midgar and said if they were going to keep us out here, they'd damn well better start sending supplies to match the conditions. The little four-man tents were totally unbearable, way too hot and stuffy."

"That's our captain," Zack exclaimed with a grin. Marek was well-liked among the SOLDIERs and especially omega company, because he was known for taking good care of his troops. "So you've had this one to yourself?"

Cloud shrugged, and dumped the rifle pieces back on his bed. "Sean and Colin claimed one, and the captain gets his own, of course. Technically I suppose you should, too, since SOLDIERs don't usually bunk with troops."

"Yeah, but that would require me requisitioning one, and why should I bother?" Zack laughed. "Not like I'm going to complain about bunking in with you." His grin became more of a leer, and despite himself Cloud flushed. At least the perpetual sunburn he suffered from out here helped hide the colour in his cheeks.

"Just remember that tent walls are not exactly soundproof!" Cloud reminded him. Despite his own warning, suddenly night couldn't come fast enough to suit him. Too bad Zack had come in the morning, and they still had a full patrol and an afternoon of chores to get through first.

Well, he had a patrol. "Have you got a duty assignment, yet?" he asked. "I go on duty about ten minutes from now."

"Not yet, but I'm sure the captain will assign me to you," Zack shrugged. "He usually does. I tried to report in, but Sean said he wasn't in the camp. What are we doing here, anyway? I didn't even get a briefing, just my transfer orders." He dumped his duffle on the extra bed and started digging through it to find his combat gear.

"Shinra's given up on trying to contain the monsters or hide their existence," Cloud explained as he strapped on his armour as well. "They're everywhere now, new ones popping up all over the place. They are denser near the reactors, but they're not limited to those areas. So they've started sending smaller units of troops out to study and hopefully contain them. Keep them from interfering in travel, that kind of thing. So we go out and patrol, try not to get lost, and kill as many as we run across."

"How tough are they?" Zack wanted to know, double-checking his materia.

"Not nearly as bad as the ones in the glacier, but worse than the ones around Midgar," Cloud told him. "We've been doing one- and two-man patrols in the area, and bigger sweeps once a week with the whole unit. It's almost as easy to get lost out there as it was on the glacier, by the way, and just as deadly."

"Yeah, I bet," Zack agreed. "Bet this armour gets hot as Ifrit's fire, too. Can't you see the Saucer, though? It's a hell of a big landmark."

"The wind kicks up the sand, and visibility isn't great," Cloud said as he led them out of the tent. "It's not strong enough to blow you off course like the gales on the glacier, but it's enough that you can't see the Saucer more often than not. I've got a compass," he lifted his hand to indicate the little magnetic needle that had been modded into all their bracers. "That should be enough to keep us on track."

"Lead the way, then," Zack said with a grin. "I'll follow you. Might as well make myself useful until the captain gets back."

The desert was a seemingly unbroken stretch of sand that went as far as the eye could see in all directions. It looked flat, but in fact it was full of gentle, constantly shifting dunes. They'd had to build a wall of sandbags around the camp to keep from being buried under the drifts. As Cloud and Zack walked their feet kicked up little puffs of sand that hung in the air, blown this way and that by the wind.

In minutes Zack was coughing softly into his gloved fist, and Cloud smiled to hear him trying to clear his throat of the grit. "Told you," he couldn't resist saying, safe behind the barrier of the thin scarf he'd pulled up over his mouth and nose. It didn't keep all the sand out, but it did help to reduce the amount he ended up breathing.

"Yeah, yeah, you're the all-wise guru of the desert," Zack replied, laughing between coughs. "Next time I shall heed your wisdom, oh Wise One."

A roar cut off any reply Cloud might have made, and he winced. "Great, a harpy," he muttered, recognizing the sound. "Watch out for their water-breath attack."

"Water-breath?" Zack repeated, bemused, but he didn't let his distraction keep him from unslinging his sword at the same time Cloud unsheathed his. A moment later the giant chimera appeared, and Zack had even more reason to look confused. "What the hell is that?" he demanded.

"Dunno," Cloud replied, dodging a swipe from the creature's tail at hacking back at it in turn. "We sent a couple back to the Shinra labs, but if they've made any conclusions they haven't bothered telling us."

"Typical," Zack grunted, chopping off a limb that got a little to close to him. "We're the ones that have to face them, but the brass decided we don't qualify as 'need to know'. You have no idea how sick I am of the word 'classified'!"

He was a blur of motion; Cloud could hardly even follow what he was doing. The difference between 2nd and 3rd Class was nearly as great as the difference between 3rd Class and an ordinary trooper. Cloud had seen better fighters, of course; Captain Marek for one, and Sephiroth made even the SOLDIERs 1st Class look like raw recruits. But somehow it was more impressive when it was Zack that he was watching improve by leaps and bounds.

The monster drew in a deep breath, and Cloud hastily did the same as he braced himself. When the water struck him it battered him around, but he didn't end up half-drowned as he had the first few times he'd been caught in this attack. Zack was coughing and sputtering to his left; the older boy didn't have enough experience yet with this monster to recognize the signs of an oncoming attack.

Despite that, between the two of them they made short work of the harpy. Panting a little in the hot, dry air, Cloud cleaned his sword off and sheathed it again. "See? No problem."

Zack was still coughing to try to get the last of the water out of his lungs, or maybe the sand was just irritating his throat again. "Right," he said, his voice a little rough from the coughing. "No problem at all. That thing shouldn't even be possible. How many different heads did it have? I saw at least three. It must have been created. The waste from the reactors may or may not be mutating normal animals, but 'mutation' does not include mashing together a bunch of random animals and creating one new one!"

"They're all the same combination of animals, too," Cloud said as they resumed their patrol. "You're right, it can't possibly be a natural effect. And what's more, they're all fertile! Shouldn't most of them be sterile if it's a mutation effect?"

"Yeah," Zack nodded grimly. "There should be a lot more variation within each type of animal too, not just exactly the same creature over and over. It's got to be deliberate. You know what I think?" He let Cloud take the lead, following passively along behind while he worked it out in his head. "I think it's all the same guy, that renegade Shinra scientist that we can never catch. He's creating the things and setting them loose... why, I have no idea."

"Maybe just to prove he can," Cloud suggested, shrugging. "Scientists are weird that way. There're rumours in Nibelheim that the old Shinra mansion on the outskirts of town was being used as a lab by a bunch of scientists, way back before I was born. The older people still tell stories of how strange they were."

"Maybe," Zack agreed. "Whatever the reason, I think he's gotta be behind them all. It's the only thing that makes sense. If we don't catch up to the bastard soon the whole damn world is going to be covered in monsters."

"I think that's inevitable at this point, anyway," Cloud replied. "There's too many of them, we just can't kill them all and they seem to breed at a ridiculous rate. But if we don't stop him soon it could easily reach the point where we can't even control the problem any more."

"And since we lowly frontline troops aren't cleared to know any of this stuff anyway, there's not a damn thing we can do about it except speculate," Zack sighed. "C'mon, let's go find some more monsters to beat up. Thinking about this just makes me frustrated."

They slogged through the sand for another hour or more, spiralling out away from the camp. Every so often Cloud stopped and checked his compass, just to be sure they were going in the direction he thought they were. At all times he kept a mental map of which way the camp was in case they needed to return in a hurry.

"Man, they should include walking through deep, loose sand as a training exercise," Zack complained at one point. He hadn't yet quite mastered the trick of walking on the sand in a way that didn't send it sliding out from under you when you were going up or down a hill, and he'd had to cast Cure on a wrenched ankle twice already. "This is ridiculous."

"Oh, shut up," Cloud panted, struggling up another hill. He might not be in as much danger of twisting his ankle, but it was still hard to get up the hills when the ground slipped away from under you. "You're not having nearly as much trouble as I am, you bastard. You're not even breathing very hard!"

"SOLDIER stamina," Zack explained with a sympathetic shrug. Cloud saw rueful shadows flit through the older boy's eyes, but thankfully Zack didn't start apologizing again for Cloud missing the exams "Why aren't we all riding chocobos, anyway? I bet they wouldn't have nearly as much trouble."

"They don't, but they don't take well to actually living out here," Cloud explained. "We can ship in feed for them, but they tend to get sick from all the sand within a couple of days. And we can't just keep them on the grasslands outside because we'd need a whole unit stationed out there just to care for them. Me, I think we should bring in snowshoes. It's the same principle as walking on snow, isn't it?"

"You know, it just might work," Zack said, laughing. "I wonder if anyone's ever tried it. Hey, what's that? Another monster?" He pointed towards the horizon. "Damn big dust cloud. A whole herd of them, maybe?"

Squinting in the direction Zack indicated, Cloud tried to make out the distant smudge on the horizon. It could have been dust kicked up by a group of large creatures like the harpy, but it looked more like a...

"Cloud," he blurted out, and Zack gave him a funny look. Before the older boy could say anything else, though, Cloud shook his head and clarified. "It's a storm cloud. There's a sand storm coming. We've got to find shelter!"

"What shelter?" Zack looked at him blankly. "None of these dunes are big enough to hide behind."

"I know! Run!" Cloud grabbed him by the hand and started running in a straight line back towards where his compass said the camp should be. They weren't all that far out, as straight-line distances went; if they'd been running on solid ground he'd have said they had almost no chance of not making it back in time.

On sand, however, it was another matter altogether. They stumbled along at an agonizingly slow rate, though Zack was clearly holding himself back to Cloud's speed. "What's the big deal about a storm, anyway?" Zack asked as they ran. "A little water never... well. It probably has killed some people. But not us."

"There won't be any water," Cloud gasped out. "It's just a wind storm, but it picks up the sand and acts like sandpaper. The first unit patrolling out here was a platoon of the sword corps, and they lost half a dozen men to the storms. The sand can tear your clothes to shreds and then flay your skin and muscles right off your bones."

"Urgh." Zack looked a little nervous. "Sounds like my idea of a party. How fast do they move?"

"Fast," Cloud said grimly. Already he could feel the wind picking up around them. It was blowing at an angle from behind them, and he had to keep a constant eye on his compass to keep them from being driven off course. If he looked behind him he knew he'd see the dark cloud of sand massing higher and higher on the horizon, heading towards them at a horrific speed. Missing the camp would be fatal; they wouldn't get a second chance.

It was hard to tell how much progress they were making, with no landmarks to use as markers. Not enough, was all Cloud knew. The wind was getting stronger with each passing moment, and already he could feel the sting of the sand as it hit his sunburned skin. It wasn't getting through his clothes yet, but the main body of the storm wasn't upon them.

They weren't going to make it, he realized in despair. "Go!" he shouted over the noise of the wind, releasing Zack's hand and shoving at his shoulder. "You can run faster than I can, get the hell out of here!"

"Are you nuts?" Zack grabbed for his hand again. "I'm not going anywhere without you, so get your ass moving!"

"You stupid, stubborn idiot!" Cloud cried, trying to shake his hand loose even as he struggled to run faster. "There's no reason for both of us to die out here!"

"I told you once, and I'll keep repeating it until I drive it into that thick skull of yours!" Zack called back, refusing to let go. "I will never leave you behind!"

There was no arguing with that, so Cloud saved his breath for running. The leading edge of the storm was just behind them now; he could hear the deadly hiss of the sand as it rushed through the air and scoured its way over the dunes. He'd been through one storm already, safe in the bunker in camp, and even with the reinforced walls he'd been able to hear it there. Up close and in the opening, it was deafening.

Heart pounding, Cloud stumbled at the crest of a dune and nearly pulled them both down into the sand. He kept his feet by some miracle, forcing his burning muscles to keep going. The full force of the wind finally struck them, and he couldn't keep from crying out as the sand drove into them with all the force of a thousand bullets.

Shielding his face with his sleeve, Cloud followed blindly along in Zack's wake. The only thing that saved his eyes was the goggles of his helmet, but the sand in the air was so thick it was like a brown blizzard. He couldn't even see Zack now, only knew where the other boy was by the touch of his hand.

Then suddenly that touch was gone, sliding away with the faint sound of a startled yelp from Zack. The older boy had been holding onto him loosely, perhaps still afraid of hurting Cloud by hanging on too tight. Panicked, Cloud lunged after him even though he'd been urging Zack to let go just a moment before.

As a result he ended up horribly off balance when the sand beneath his foot slid away and there was nothing beneath it. With a yelp of his own Cloud went tumbling over the unexpected precipice, hands snatching at the steep slope to try to slow his descent.

The bottom came as suddenly as the edge had, and Cloud struck it back first. All the air went out of his lungs at the impact, and he could feel the ache all the way through his body. His whole back was going to be black and blue.

Assuming he survived the storm, of course. But, oddly, though he could still hear the howl of the wind and the hissing of the sand, he couldn't feel it any more. Wondering if his skin had been flayed away to the point where his nerves were gone, Cloud stared upwards and tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

Several dozen feet above him the storm raged, a deadly roof of shifting brown. Sand drifted down, falling on him like gentle snow, and coating the steep rocky walls of the ravine he seemed to have fallen into.

Coughing as his breath came back to him, he forced himself to sit up. The fall had saved their lives, taking them out of the path of the storm, but he still wasn't sure exactly what had happened. There weren't any ravines in the desert, just endless miles of sand dunes with quicksand at the edges and the Gold Saucer in the middle.

"Zack?" he croaked, triggering his Restore materia to deal with the worst of his injuries. "Zack? Where are you?" Surely his friend must have fallen as well.

"Here," came a groan, and something stirred to Cloud's left. The storm left everything in a dim sort of twilight, and the shadows were thick at the bottom of the gorge. "Shit, I was not expecting that. You okay?"

"Yeah," Cloud assured him, tugging his scarf off and shaking the sand from it. His uniform was worn thin on the back and side that had been facing the wind, and he could feel the burn of similar scouring on the skin of his neck despite the Cure spell. He was so covered in fine sand that his blue uniform looked brown, but he was alive.

"Now what?" Zack asked, crawling over to Cloud and leaning against the wall to sit beside him. There was only about three feet between one side of the ravine and the other down at the bottom, though it was considerably wider at the top. "Where are we, anyway?"

"Wait for the storm to pass and then climb out, I guess," Cloud said, shifting to press against him from shoulder to hip. The contact made him feel better, a reaffirmation that they had both survived. "I have no idea where we are, though," he confessed, bewildered. "There aren't any ravines near the camp, and unless I was completely turned around we shouldn't be that far away from the tower. I don't understand why this isn't on the map."

"Huh, yeah, that is weird," Zack said. "It's a pretty big geological feature, you'd think they'd have at least spotted it by air. Well, we're going to be down here a while, do you want to explore?"

"We probably should," Cloud agreed, sighing and scrambling back to his feet. "Figure out where it goes, if anywhere, and make a report to the captain once we get back to camp. They'll be surprised to see us after that storm."

"No kidding. All right, you go left and I'll go right, and we'll meet back here," Zack stood and slashed at the rock with his sword, gouging a clear mark in it, "in fifteen minutes. Sound good?"

In all honesty Cloud would have preferred to stick together, but there wasn't much point. There wasn't enough room for them to walk abreast, and what was the point of one trailing after the other? They could cover twice as much ground this way. "Sounds good," Cloud affirmed, and turned to walk in the indicated direction.

Sand trickled off him in little puffs of dust as he moved, falling to join more just like it underfoot. Cloud figured the ravine probably went down even further, but the sand that fell into it was slowly filling it up. It made walking easier, at least; he only had to deal with the shifting sand, not rocky and uneven ground.

He moved cautiously, keeping his ears open and straining to hear the warning signs of monsters over the howl of the wind above. Maybe there weren't any down here, but he'd rather assume there were and be proved wrong. After all, they had to have somewhere to hide from the sandstorm, too. In fact, it should have occurred to them before this that there had to be somewhere for the monsters to take shelter. Not all of them had hides tough enough to survive up there.

The rock walls gradually grew further apart, until he couldn't touch them both at the same time. Then further still, until it was like walking down a broad corridor of sand and stone. The ravine twisted and turned, and he paused at each corner to listen hard before proceeding.

That was the only thing that kept him from walking straight into trouble. A lull in the storm allowed him to overhear the sound of voices; human voices.

"...almost finished here," one man was saying. Cloud didn't recognize the voice. "And Shinra is getting too close again. You can't distract them forever, sooner or later one of the little idiots will stumble over this place. I'll be gone by tomorrow."

The reply was too soft for Cloud to make out. He pressed himself against the rock and listened hard, eyes wide. Unless he was mistaken, the man speaking might well be the very rogue scientist they'd been hunting all this time!

"Is that enough of the storm, do you think?" the first man spoke again. His voice was getting closer, and Cloud tensed, ready to run if he had to. "I don't want to do too much damage to my creations."

This time they were close enough for Cloud to hear the reply, though thankfully they stopped moving again. "If he's not dead by now, it's only because he made it back to the camp in time. I doubt it, though. Thanks for your help on that, by the way. If I can't take that damn SOLDIER out of commission directly, at least I can debilitate him by getting rid of his little boytoy."

Everything seemed to freeze for a moment for Cloud, as if he'd been hit by a Stop spell. The stunning realization that they were talking about him, that the sandstorm had somehow been created specifically to kill him, was unbelievable. And there was only one SOLDIER they could be talking about

But why would they want Zack out of commission? He was just one lone SOLDIER 2nd Class, and he hadn't even been that for very long. He'd only just arrived, and from the sounds of it the two men didn't realize he'd been out on the patrol with Cloud. Why was he a threat to them?

Then again, Zack was the sort of person who refused to leave a mystery alone until he'd solved it. He'd been picking away at the issue of the rogue scientist since they'd first encountered the bastard in Mideel. Maybe he was getting too close to something, and the inside informant they knew had to exist was getting nervous.

Which meant that if the first man was the scientist, then the second man had to be the mole. Time started moving again, and Cloud remembered to breathe. He stifled his gasp with his hand, his heart pounding in triple time.

The two men were still talking. "It was the least I could do, for all the help you've given me," the scientist was saying. "After all, it's in my own best interests to keep you from being discovered. Without your assistance I'd never have been able to keep out of Shinra's clutches."

"I should go," the informant said. "I can't be away from my duty too long, people will get suspicious. Write me when you get to your next location, you've got the new codebook."

There was the sound of heavy boots on metal; the man was climbing a ladder, Cloud realized after a moment. Once he was gone they would have no way of finding him again, and he would be able to keep passing information to the scientist. Cloud had no illusions about his chances if he attacked them directly at that moment, but at least he could find out who the informant was.

Crouching so his head wouldn't be at eye level, Cloud peered cautiously around the corner. He'd seen the pictures of the rogue scientist that had been circulated among the army, and the man in a lab coat walking away from him now definitely resembled the photograph. The informant was nearly at the top of the ravine; unfortunately Cloud couldn't see his face, just his dark hair and uniform. And they'd never come close enough for Cloud to be able to positively identify him by the sound of his voice.

Cursing mentally, Cloud hastily withdrew again. At least he could confirm that the informant was definitely a SOLDIER 1st Class, and there weren't all that many of them. Sephiroth could handle the rest.

Of course, if he hurried, he might be able to tell Zack what had happened in time for the older boy to chase after the informant. The man had to have come in by chocobo; they'd have seen an airship from the camp, considering how close this ravine had to be. They'd been sitting right on top of their enemy the whole time, and they'd had no idea he was there.

Turning, Cloud headed back the way he'd come. He moved quietly at first, not wanting to attract the scientist's attention, but as soon as he was certain he'd gotten out of hearing range he broke into a run.

The sand was packed down hard enough here that he was able to run with a bit more speed. Overhead the storm had died out, as suddenly as it had begun, and now he was able to hear the sounds of his own footfalls and laboured breathing.

He hadn't come all that far before encountering the two men, so hopefully he'd be able to catch up with Zack quickly enough. With an effort, he put on an extra bit of speed.

As a result, he ran directly into the dark figure that dropped straight down into the ravine ahead of him. With a pained grunt Cloud rebounded and landed on his ass.

Looking up and expecting to find a monster, he was relieved to see a familiar face instead. "Captain Marek!" he exclaimed, scrambling to his feet again. The others must have come out looking for his remains after the storm abated, and finally stumbled over this ravine. "Back that way, hurry, the informant was here and if you run you can catch him and find out who he is! I'll tell the others about the scientist, he's leaving tomorrow but we should be able to catch him by surprise and erk..."

His frantic babbling was cut off abruptly when the captain's arm shot out in a movement too fast to follow and grabbed him by the neck. Just as Sephiroth had that day in boot camp, he lifted Cloud right off his feet as if the boy weighed nothing.

Struggling for air, clutching at the captain's hand with his in a futile attempt to pry it loose, Cloud couldn't speak. His eyes asked the question for him, shocked and confused.

"I thought I heard someone else out here," the captain said softly. "Didn't your mother ever tell you nothing good ever comes of eavesdropping?"

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