Chapter 51 The Day of the Promise
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The morning of the promised day broke cold and sharp, like a blade held to the throat of the world.
Three days had passed since we hatched our plan, and now it was time to act. Our agreement was delicate, private, a pact no other woman could casually step into. Kaede-san, an Imperial Guard bound to Ichimatsu, and I were to spend half a day together in the same space—a strange arrangement that, to outsiders, made no sense at all, given the context of our previous interactions and the nature of the contract.
Only three of us knew the ritual’s true purpose: me, Kaede-san, and Ichimatsu, though it seems Kaede-san was not fully informed of the details. The Imperial Guards from both sides, along with the witnesses, stood around us, their faces tight with curiosity. They knew nothing of the reasons behind this cryptic ritual.
And so, the day had come when I, a young man, and an older woman—Kaede-san, like an elder sister—would enter a room where we couldn’t leave without… well, without doing what was expected. Whether I fled in tears or saw it through, this promise held no gain for either of us. It was pure stubbornness, a clash of wills.
Ichimatsu felt insulted, his years of neglect and mistreatment of Kaede-san and her squad dismissed as trivial. I, on the other hand, couldn’t stand hearing Kaede-san’s treatment called a burden. This was my small rebellion against Ichimatsu’s cruelty and the world that allowed it. If I didn’t stand my ground here, even out of sheer pride, I’d lose myself—become someone else entirely. That was unforgivable. Plus, there was the added perk of… well, you know.
All this, just days before the first great war was set to erupt.
* * *
”If all three of you find the contract’s terms acceptable, please place your blood seal on the document,” the official said, her voice steady as she stood at the town hall of Kujukuri Town.
Ichimatsu and I glared at each other across the table, our eyes locked in a silent duel. Around us, Imperial Guards from both sides formed a tense circle, their armor glinting under the dim light. The official, a woman sent from the town, was our witness. She was here to mediate, to ensure this dispute between men didn’t spiral into chaos—a neutral third party, watching like a hawk to keep things civil.
Ichimatsu had summoned her from the town for this very moment.
”Fine,” Ichimatsu grunted, his voice rough as gravel.
”I’m good too,” I said, keeping my tone light despite the weight in my chest.
I pricked my finger with a needle, wincing as a bead of blood welled up. I pressed it to the paper, leaving a crimson mark. Ichimatsu did the same, his bony hand steady as he stamped his seal. Finally, Kaede-san added her blood seal, slow and deliberate. With that, the contract—bound by secrecy and safety—was complete.
”I’ve confirmed it,” the official announced, her voice cutting through the murmurs. “Until the matter is settled, please remain still. Imperial Guards, step closer and witness the mystery of the blood seal.”
The guards shuffled forward, their boots scuffing the stone floor. I glanced up at Ichimatsu. His wrinkled face was alight with glee, his voice dancing with the kind of joy only a bitter old man finds in tormenting others.
”No escaping now,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk. “Is that your hand trembling, or am I imagining things?”
”I’m not scared,” I shot back, my voice tighter than I wanted. “Just… tense. First time seeing a mystical object, that’s all.”
”I can hear it,” Ichimatsu said, leaning closer, his eyes glinting. “Your soul screaming, frozen to the core, begging to run.”
I ignored him, my gaze dropping to the single sheet of paper on the table. This contract, this mystical object, was one of a kind. No copies could be made; its power would vanish once used. That’s what made it so special—and so dangerous.
Before any of us could move, the blood seal began to quiver. No one touched it, yet it vibrated on the table, as if something inside was waking up. It felt like a cheap magic trick, almost laughable. Then, after ten seconds, it stopped dead. A faint scarlet dragon, translucent like a 3D hologram, burst from the page. Its long, serpentine body coiled through the air, darting toward my chest.
I braced myself, but there was no pain—just a strange warmth as it passed through me, then out my back. It pierced Kaede-san next, then Ichimatsu, before diving back into the paper with a soft splash, vanishing into nothing. The blood seal itself faded, like mist burned away by the sun.
I stood frozen, my breath caught in my throat. The illusion had come and gone without a sound, leaving only a lingering sense of mystery. When the dragon passed through me, there was no sting, just a soothing warmth that spread through my chest.
The official spoke again, her voice calm but firm. “The contract is now sealed. As you know, the blood seal is a mystical object from the Dragon God Scroll, found beneath the sacred peak. No changes can be made after this. Since this is a secrecy contract, I’ll provide copies to both parties. Study them carefully and ensure your actions match the terms.”
Her words carried a warning, sharp as a blade.
Beneath Mount Fuji lies the Dragon God Scroll, a dungeon in the Great Japanese Empire so deadly it’s one of the world’s most dangerous. A labyrinth of molten lava and giant Eastern dragons drawn in ink, it’s a place where ordinary people without Psionic Power would be roasted alive the moment they stepped inside.
The blood seal we’d just used was no trinket. It was worth more than the medical treatment I’d once given to Cult Slut-san—far more. When I first learned of its existence, and when Ichimatsu showed up grinning with it in hand, my knees nearly gave out. This single sheet was worth about two billion yen in modern Japan’s terms—two-fifths of an average man’s lifetime earnings. A fortune beyond reason.
”How’d you even get your hands on something like this?” I asked Ichimatsu, unable to stop myself. My voice held a mix of awe and disbelief.
He shrugged, his smirk never fading. “The one who proposes the challenge prepares the field. That’s etiquette.”
”Well… thanks, I guess,” I said, my tone flat.
His face twisted, annoyance flickering in his eyes. “Still acting so calm, huh? I can’t wait to see you crawl back here crying after it’s done.”
”I’ve been looking forward to proving you wrong,” I fired back, meeting his gaze.
Ichimatsu’s expression shifted to one of pure exasperation, like he couldn’t believe I was still playing the stubborn kid. His amusement faded, replaced by irritation. “Must be thrilling,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Fools love a free ticket to hell. Go on, then—get to it.”
He waved me off, his attitude bold as ever. But securing this mystical object couldn’t have been easy, even for him. His face was always pale, so it was hard to tell, but the Imperial Guards behind him looked worn out, their faces heavy with exhaustion and disappointment, likely from Ichimatsu’s demands and neglect. They’d clearly been run ragged by his demands.
This blood seal wasn’t something you could just buy. It was reserved for major contracts between regions, noble family marriages, or treaties like ceasefires and international laws. Using it for petty trade? Unheard of—it’d bankrupt any deal.
Ichimatsu’s temper and cruelty carry weight, defying any sense of decency, sparing no effort or expense to torment others. But it’s a resource that dwindles with use. Ichimatsu must have burned through his town connections, his wealth, and his trust to get this. A man who claims to be respected, throwing away any semblance of respect by his actions. What a waste.
Still, it was necessary to stand up against Ichimatsu’s cruelty. My Imperial Guards needed to see that I would not back down from doing what’s right.
I turned away from Ichimatsu, my heart pounding, and stepped toward the room where the promise would be kept. The air felt heavy, like it was pressing against my skin, but I didn’t look back.”
The blood seal’s terms were carved into freedom, simple and unyielding.
First: Kaede-san and I would spend half a day in the room.
Second: Kaede-san could not touch or harm me without my consent.
Third: Only the three of us—me, Kaede-san, and Ichimatsu—would know the secrets of what happened inside. No one else could be told.
That was it. The contract focused on my safety and secrecy, not on forcing anything or striking deals. There was no clause demanding we… well, do *that*. Such a thing couldn’t be written. If either of us broke the promise—or forced the other to break it—the dragon’s curse would take hold. Days later, the betrayer’s body would be consumed by dragonfire.
Even though I’d be alone with a woman, Ichimatsu—a man who’d spent years serving Kujukuri Town—had sacrificed his status and wealth to ensure my safety through this blood seal. The cost was steep. His reckless demand for the seal likely stripped him of influence in the town’s politics. It was the kind of selfish whim only a man could pull off.
No mystical objects could be brought into the room, and the dungeon’s mysterious power couldn’t harm me either. Since Kaede-san was my partner, I didn’t have to worry about unknown Psionic Powers interfering.
The room itself was the most secure in the town. Tucked away in North Town, behind a certain door, was a large chamber that felt more like a containment unit than a room. Inside were several sealed cells, each with an entrance controlled only from the outside. Thick walls blocked any view of what happened within. The space was stark, flat, and blindingly white, with no furniture or fixtures—just an empty void, like a cage built to trap something dangerous.
My Imperial Guards had only agreed to this after endless negotiations. They didn’t like it, but with both of us men—Kaede-san’s master and me—so determined, they couldn’t stop us.
Before we entered, my guards inspected everything. They pored over the contract’s text and searched Kaede-san with a thoroughness that probably rivaled a police officer checking every inch of a suspect. The cell we’d enter was examined just as carefully, their hands probing every corner for hidden threats.
When it was time, the Imperial Guards stood in full force, their armor clinking softly. Sow-san, their chief, stepped forward. She dropped to one knee, her neatly trimmed hair swaying at her shoulders. Her face was tight with concern, her eyes heavy with the weight of her duty.
”Young master,” she said, her voice low, “please come back safe. We’ll be waiting just outside.”
If my Psionic Power’s regular check-ins stopped, they’d storm the room. We’d deliberately left out any clause banning outside entry—a detail Ichimatsu’s side didn’t know. Honestly, I thought they were worrying too much.
”I’ll be fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “It’s safe. I’m not doing anything dangerous.”
Sow-san’s lips twitched, her expression torn. “If you’d shown even a hint of hesitation, young master, I’d have cut my own stomach to stop this.”
My excitement must’ve been written all over my face. I reached out and patted her head twice, a habit she always hated. “Stop that,” she muttered, but I just grinned.
Whatever happened in that room would stay secret forever. If I slipped and spoke of it, the dragon inside me would burn me to ash—unless I killed every soul who knew the truth before the curse took hold.
Kaede-san and I stepped inside. The door sealed behind us with a sharp *click*.
* * *
The room was about ten tatami mats in size, a cramped space split unevenly. A small section, maybe two-tenths of the area, was separated by a transparent wall from the larger eight-tenths. It reminded me of a zoo’s glass cage, though part of the wall was cracked, letting us slip through to the bigger side.
Kaede-san wore a simple long robe, its fabric plain but elegant. As soon as we faced each other, she dropped to the floor in a deep *dogeza*, her forehead pressed to the cold white surface.
”What’s wrong?” I asked, startled.
She didn’t answer, didn’t move. She stayed still, like a statue carved from guilt.
”I’m so sorry,” she said at last, her voice muffled against the floor.
She kept apologizing, her forehead rubbing the ground, refusing to budge. It was as if she’d turned to stone, trapped in her own remorse.
I crouched down, confused. “Why are you doing this?”
”I’m an old woman,” she said, still not lifting her head.
”Yeah, about forty, right?”
”Forty-two, to be exact,” she replied, her voice steady but heavy.
In this world, where medicine was scarce and lifespans short, forty-two was close to an ordinary woman’s limit—old enough to be called a grandmother. But Kaede-san didn’t look it. With her cool, sharp eyes and semi-long hair, she seemed more like a youthful older sister. If I had to compare, she reminded me of Sow-san, though Kaede-san had a fuller figure.
She kept her head down, avoiding my gaze. “And I’m a fool,” she added.
”Uh, no, that’s…” I trailed off, unsure how to respond.
Her voice was earnest, slicing through the silence. I’d heard the rumors—my Imperial Guards had whispered that Ichimatsu’s Exploration Squad, Kaede-san included, was known in town as… eccentric. To put it bluntly, their Psionic Powers and minds were a bit *off*. But talking to her now, I couldn’t believe she was some raving lunatic, as the term “fool” might imply in this era.
”I’ve heard the rumors about your squad being eccentric, but you don’t seem like that to me.
She stayed silent for a moment before speaking again, still pressed to the floor. “It’s too much to ask for your mercy, let alone to… be with you. I’ll speak to Ichimatsu-sama myself. Please wait until the appointed time, then leave.”
”Wait, what?” I blinked, trying to process her words. “You mean… lie?”
The contract didn’t punish us for not going through with the act. Was she really planning to deceive her own master?
I straightened up, shock spilling into my voice. “A woman lying to a man? Betraying her own master? That’s… unheard of.”
In this world, women didn’t lie to men, especially not their masters. Loyalty was absolute.
”I’ll ensure Your Lordship’s pride is protected, though I believe it’s wrong,” she said, her tone hesitant. “Please don’t worry.”
”That’s not the point,” I said, waving a hand. “I mean, sure, we could pretend it happened and walk out. The contract doesn’t force us to do anything. My guards would kill me if it did. But still…”
I hesitated, then pressed on. “I can’t just back out after all this, and I won’t let Ichimatsu win. And if we get caught lying, you’d be in trouble too.”
Ichimatsu was expecting me to stumble out of here, broken and crying, hating women just like him. He wanted to see me curse my own recklessness, to gloat over my misery. If I walked out acting like nothing happened, he’d never buy it. He’d suspect something right away.
I leaned closer, my voice softer. “Kaede-san, what did they tell you before you came here?”
She paused, then murmured, “You… remembered my name?”
”Yeah, you introduced yourself before,” I said, brushing it off. “But seriously, what did they say to you?”
”I was told to… fulfill the contract with care,” she said, her words measured.
”Exactly,” I said, nodding. “So if you go against that, it’s gonna be bad. They’ll chew you out.”
This whole ordeal had cost a fortune and endless effort. If she betrayed Ichimatsu’s expectations now, she’d face more than just a scolding. He wouldn’t forgive her easily.
We fell into silence, the air between us heavy. Kaede-san stayed in her *dogeza*, unmoving, her apology hanging in the room like a ghost. I stood there, my hands fidgeting, the weight of the moment pressing against my chest.
I couldn’t believe Ichimatsu, with all his hatred for women, would let Kaede-san off so easily.
”We’re already worn out,” she said after a long silence, her voice barely above a whisper.
She kept her forehead pressed to the floor, her body rigid in her *dogeza*. “I saw Ichimatsu-sama’s face for the first time in ten years. We’ve served him, loved him, and been hated in return. Day after day, we fought, brought back mystical objects, and received no praise. Now, with this war coming, he’s ordered us to go die.”
Her words hung heavy, her head sinking as if it might burrow into the floor.
”Someone meant to die tomorrow has no right to take your purity,” she said. “Please, just leave.”
Kaede-san fell silent, her body frozen like a stone statue, unyielding in her bow.
The room was so quiet it felt like the world had stopped breathing. No sound slipped in from outside, just a suffocating stillness. I swallowed hard, my chest tight. Her words were so reckless, so full of despair, I could hardly believe them.
”Um,” I started, my voice faltering. I stared at the back of her head, scrambling for something to say. “He told you to die? Like, an actual order?”
”Yes,” she said, her voice flat.
”He really meant it?” I pressed, my mind reeling. “Not just a tantrum? Ordering his own Exploration Squad to die? That’s… that’s impossible. And wait—ten years? He hasn’t seen his own Imperial Guard in *ten years*?”
Ten years of neglect was beyond lazy—it was cruel. Had she and the squad offered up their achievements, their mystical objects, without so much as a word from him? How much could he hate them?
For a man, an Exploration Squad is like an extension of himself. They dive into dungeons, earn wealth, and retrieve mystical objects. Without them, he’s nothing. No matter how much he disliked them, cutting them off like that was unthinkable.
I’d heard of men who despised their squads for lacking ideal Psionic Powers, but to treat them this coldly? To abandon them for a decade?
Kaede-san didn’t respond. Maybe she didn’t know how—or maybe she didn’t have an answer. In her mind, his words were truth, and I, not being her master, had no power to challenge them here.
She stayed there, bowed to the ground, while I stood frozen, staring at her in stunned silence.
”Look, I don’t really get it,” I said, my voice softer now, “but this is like a challenge. I have to see it through.”
She didn’t move.
Until moments ago, all I’d cared about was proving Ichimatsu wrong and spending time with this quirky, striking older sister. Now, it was like cold water had been dumped over my head. For the first time, I realized Kaede-san knew *nothing* about why we were here.
”Hey, tell me more,” I said, crouching closer. “What exactly did they tell you before you came here?”
She hesitated, then spoke in halting bursts. This morning, she’d been summoned alone, abruptly. She’d barely had time to feel joy at seeing Ichimatsu’s face after so long before he ordered her to come here and… be with me. The feud between me and Ichimatsu, this clash of stubborn pride—it was all news to her. It showed just how little he valued her.
I wrestled with my thoughts but made up my mind. “I’m keeping the promise,” I said firmly. “There’s no futon or anything, but we’ll figure it out. I don’t want you getting in trouble if a lie gets caught, and I’m not letting Ichimatsu think he’s won.”
More than anything, I couldn’t lose to someone who was so cruel and hateful. And I didn’t want to give a man who’d treat his own Imperial Guard this way an excuse to hurt her more. Sure, it wasn’t my business, and I wasn’t some hero out to save every woman I met, but being the cause of her pain felt wrong.
I steeled myself and spoke, but Kaede-san didn’t react. Her back trembled slightly, a faint shiver running through her.
”Please, just let it be,” she whispered.
”No way,” I said, stepping closer. “A promise is a promise. And I can’t stand Ichimatsu’s assumptions. I have to prove him wrong.”
I reached for her, trying to lift her head from the floor. She wouldn’t budge, her body rigid in her *dogeza*. I tugged harder, putting my whole weight into it, but her head didn’t move an inch.
”Come on,” I grunted, straining.
Then, with a sudden lurch, something gave way. A strange sensation, like pulling a plug, sent me stumbling back. I landed hard on my backside.
*Roll.*
*Roll, roll.*
Kaede-san’s head tumbled across the floor.
”Oh, crap, I’m—” I started, horrified.
Her glossy black-and-white hair trailed across the white floor like ink. The head rolled a few times before stopping, her face tilted sideways, staring blankly. It looked like a scene from a guillotine’s execution ground.
Panicking, I scrambled to her head and tried to pick it up. It was heavier than I expected, resisting my grip. I grabbed it by the sides, near her ears, and turned her face toward me.
”Uh, I’m so—” I stammered.
Kaede-san’s eyes were lifeless, drained of spark. They were dry, as if she’d forgotten how to cry, worn down by disappointment and exhaustion.
Then her eyes locked onto mine, wide and unblinking.
A chill shot through me. It was like staring into the face of a living doll, something eerie lurking beneath her skin. Not just her appearance—something about her very being felt… monstrous.
I froze, my hands still clutching her head. Her lips began to tremble.
”Put it back,” she whispered.
”Y-yeah, right, I’ll—” I started.
”Put it back!” she cried, her voice sharp with desperation.
”I’m sorry!” I said, fumbling.
”Oh… please, just… forgive my rudeness…” Her voice broke, trailing into a whimper.
The weight in my hands vanished. Her headless body lunged forward, snatching the head from me. In an instant, she reattached it, returning to her *dogeza*, trembling as she bowed again.
A small, dry voice escaped her. “I don’t understand anymore. Not this, not what’s to come. It’s because of my useless Psionic Power that… things fell apart. He used to be kind, gentle. All I can think of now are those days, so long ago.”
Her voice was wretched, like a parent grieving a child lost to ruin. “I’m so sorry,” she went on. “Rambling like this, alone. Seeing someone so young, so pure… it brings back memories. Thirty years ago, and yet…”
Her sorrow was so raw, so heavy, it was like she couldn’t lash out or curse the world—just drown in regret.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I knelt beside her, refusing to let her stay like this. Instead of pulling at her head, I wrapped both arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
”Enough,” I said, my voice thick. “It’s not your fault. None of this is.”
My eyes stung, tears threatening to spill. Was this the fate of those who drew a bad Psionic Power, who failed the skill gacha? In this reality, you don’t get a second roll. No do-overs.
”If you want to talk, just talk,” I said, my voice shaking. “Anything. I’ll tell that jerk off for you. Maybe… maybe we can fix things a little.”
I didn’t even believe my own words, but I said them anyway, like a flimsy comfort.
Damn it. Maybe it was because I was still a kid, too sensitive, but I was starting to choke up. The broken bond between her and Ichimatsu felt like a shattered family, a grief too deep to bear.
”You might think it’s weird,” I said, holding her tighter, “but I’m not like most guys. I’m not afraid of women. You can lean on me. It’s okay.”
I kept her head cradled in my arms. I’d spilled my guts, reckless and stupid, but I couldn’t stay silent. Hearing her pain, protecting myself felt less important than doing *something*. I was an idiot, but her trembling body against mine made me sure of one thing: I couldn’t just walk away from this.”
Kaede-san’s eyes widened, shock flickering across her face. But she kept her head bowed, shaking it slowly from side to side.
”You’re kinder than I can believe,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “Seeing Ichimatsu-sama’s face after so long… it made me happy. Even when he scolded me, hearing his voice brought joy. But I’m too tired to keep enduring like this.”
I stayed close, saying nothing, my heart heavy as I hovered near her.
Her face was cold to the touch, unmoved by my presence, unlike most women who’d flinch or blush. It was as if she’d lost all emotion, her spirit drained dry.
We stayed like that for a while, the silence thick between us. Then, with a soft *thump*, her head rolled off again.
”Oh, crap, I didn’t mean to—” I stammered, my hands fumbling in the air. “I wasn’t trying to pull it off!”
”It happens when I let my guard down,” Kaede-san said, her voice tinged with self-mockery. “My head isn’t truly attached. I just… balance it, holding it in place with muscle and effort.”
”That’s…” I trailed off, my throat tightening.
She laughed, a bitter sound that cut through the quiet.
I’d thought her Psionic Power let her detach her head at will, some strange but controllable gift. But no—it was always loose, barely held on by sheer will. What a cruel, inconvenient power. To live with that for decades…
”God, that’s too much,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and unstoppable. It was too unfair. A Psionic Power that didn’t just fail to help but actively made life harder? I couldn’t fathom it.
I clutched her head to my chest, holding it tight, despite her protests. Kaede-san let out a small gasp, surprised, but started speaking from within my arms.
”It must look grotesque, all the bone and flesh exposed,” she said. “Please, let go.”
”No way,” I said, my voice firm.
”Holding my head too long will bring you bad luck,” she warned.
I glanced at her body, still bowed in a *dogeza*. The severed neck revealed a cross-section like tree rings, veins and tissue exposed but bloodless, unnaturally still. Then her body lunged, hands reaching to snatch her head from my grip.
”I’m not giving it back,” I said, tightening my hold.
Kaede-san’s hands grabbed her own hair, yanking roughly as if her head were just an object. I cried out, horrified.
To treat herself so carelessly… it broke something in me. Tears stung my eyes as I pressed my cheek against her face, desperate to show her she wasn’t some disposable thing.
I kept clinging, refusing to let go, until her body finally stopped pulling. It seemed that even in this moment, she couldn’t fully defy my will, though I wished she would stand up for herself.
”There, there,” she said, her voice softening like she was soothing a child. “Good boy. Please, don’t cry.”
”Ugh, cut it out,” I muttered, wiping my eyes. “I’ve been way too emotional lately.”
I lifted her head, meeting her gaze. Her severed head looked at me with the gentle eyes of a grandmother watching a stubborn grandchild.
”If I may be so bold,” she said, her expression puzzled, “you’re like a woman yourself. Talking to you feels like chatting with a young girl.”
I almost laughed through my tears. I felt the same—like I was sitting by a hospital bed, talking to a grandmother who’d given up on everything.
”If you can find this face amusing, hold it as long as you like,” she said, a faint warmth in her voice.
”Alright,” I said, nodding.
Then, without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her.
I kissed her severed head—a quick, impulsive act to prove I wasn’t afraid.
Kaede-san didn’t flinch or blush. Instead, a quiet joy flickered in her eyes, like a mother watching a child’s innocent mischief. “Oh, my… what are you…” she murmured, her voice soft and surprised.
”Your head falling off? That’s a bonus,” I said, grinning. “Less neck pain, right? If one of my Imperial Guards had a body like yours, I’d be thrilled.”
It was the most fascinating Psionic Power I’d ever seen.
I started spinning her head gently in my hands, turning it like a toy, exploring the possibilities. I wasn’t saying she should chain it up and swing it around, but there had to be *some* way to make this power useful.”
Notes:
• Kaede – A female psionic explorer known as Necksplitter, is a veteran assassin and messenger of Lord Ichimatsu. Her appearance is both young and old, with gray hair streaked through black and vibrant, unlined skin. She is graceful yet carries the fatigue of a long life in war, resembling an old hunting dog. Her psionic ability is mysterious and potentially dangerous.
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
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