Exomas Day Ten - male werewolf x male vampire x female character - Part Two (nsfw) (Patreon)

Coming towards the end of Exomas now, and what a ride it's been!! Almost 60,000 words of exclusive stories in total up to this point, and you've still got two more to go...! 

Without further ado, here's today's offering. 

Content: brief mentions of past discrimination against those who are deaf, a teeny bit of blood drinking, and some nsfw fun between the three of them at the end... We also meet Lia's childhood friend, and get a bit of a tour of Aerfel city. Wordcount: 5,198

They didn’t mention the events of that morning again, but at her official joining into the Shadow Guild, both Cally and Rothlin stepped forward to offer their support as friends and mentors to her. Aster didn’t look surprised that both of them had chosen to sponsor her, and Lia grinned at both of them as she stood on the ledge above the pool in the Guild’s Headquarters. Rh’ok, Eloisa, and one or two others gave cheers as she was officially welcomed into the family, and as she looked across the room, she happened to meet Sael’s dark eyes. He was standing at the back of the small crowd, near the stone staircase that led to the training room where she’d first met him. 

Instead of glowering at her, he inclined his head once with a neutral expression on his astonishingly beautiful face, and turned away, walking up the steps and disappearing inside. She’d not made the mistake of trying to use Common Sign to speak to him again, and he seemed content enough to put the small incident behind them. He’d not offered her a different sword though, despite Cally and Rothlin both trying to petition him to do so. 

“She’ll use that one until she’s welcomed,” he said. “Then you can take your new pet off to Aerfel and get her one made.”

Cally had growled at him for the ‘pet’ comment, but Rothlin had told him to knock it off. The three of them had become almost inseparable, performing nearly all their contracts together as a team. Where Rothlin could slip in as mist, Lia could pass for human, and Cally usually played lookout with his enhanced senses. He rarely took his human form, but that didn’t stop him from being one of the Shadow Guild’s most lethal and subtle members when out on a contract. Otherwise, he was as ebullient as a small puppy, with only Rothlin to temper and guide him and, apparently, Lia. 

To her surprise, Sael announced that he would be coming with them when they set off the following day to get her Guild weapon forged by Kendrick. Rothlin and Cally seemed as excited about it as she was, and when she mentioned that to them, Cally grinned and ruffled her hair. “But it’s baby’s first weapon!” he cooed and she immediately swatted him on the muzzle. 

He laughed and snapped at her wrist with his teeth, but when he closed his jaws around the delicate skin, he just held her there. If she struggled, he risked hurting her, but she was in no hurry to move. Her eyes skittered sideways and found that Rothlin was looking on with a fondly exasperated look on his face, and when she called over to him, he merely shook his head and said, “I’ll let you two work that one out.” 

Cally released her and licked gently at her wrist. “You're alright?” he asked, dropping down from his full height to all fours. 

With a gentle smile, she reached for both his ears and petted him, earning a deep, rumbling moan as he closed his mismatching eyes. They were still in the main chamber of the Guild’s base, and as Cally began to pant softly, she eased back. “Cal?” she asked. “You alight?”

“Mmm,” he whined, his ears swivelling back slightly. 

“What’s wrong?”

He swallowed and shook his head. “Never mind. Listen, I think I’m going to turn in early tonight. I’ll see you out the front tomorrow though after breakfast…” 

Lia nodded and watched him stalk away on all fours, looking like an enormous bear until he vanished round a corner towards the room that he and Rothlin shared. Not for the original founding four was sleeping in the dormitory with the others…

Rothlin was also quiet at supper that night - not that he ever ate anything, but he would usually enjoy an ale or two. During a moment while Rh’ok held the floor with a story from her latest contract - a tale which somehow involved distracting a drider with a string of sausages, a goose, and an armload of stolen washing - she leaned close to him and whispered, “Is Cally alright?”

The smile that spread across his lips was small and fond, but a little sad. “Yes,” he said. “And if he’s not, he will be by tomorrow.”

“That’s not very convincing,” she pushed gently, but he just shrugged. 

“We talked about it,” he said. “It’s fine. Trust me.”

“I do,” she said with a tiny twitch of her lips. “I just wanted to make sure he’s alright.”

Rothlin smiled appreciatively and then brought his drink to his lips, draining the tankard in one. “See you tomorrow,” he said as he stood. “I’m done for the evening too.”

After that, Lia didn’t feel like hanging around, despite the beautiful food that had been cooked in honour of her joining. She stayed as long as she thought polite, and then excused herself. As she hopped up the steps to the dorm where she slept, which held six beds in total, she found herself face to face with Aster. 

“Lia,” the elf smiled. “Leaving your party already?” 

“I’m tired,” she said. “And they were getting a bit rowdy for me…” she added, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder at exactly the same time as a huge roar of laughter went up from the tables in the other room. 

“I see,” Aster nodded, a note of understanding in her rich alto. “Goodnight then. And tomorrow when Kendrick gives you your weapon, you’re to take whatever he gives you, alright?”

“Is it Sael’s choice?” she asked with a slight undercurrent of sarcasm. 

“Yes,” Aster said flatly. 

Thinking quickly, Lia said, “That notched blade he gave me taught me a lot about fighting with a weapon that is less than ideal. He knows what he’s doing.”

“That he does,” she said, her shoulders softening a little. “But that doesn’t mean he’s always in the right. He didn't want to come along tomorrow, you know?” 

“Oh?”

She shook her head. “He hates the city.”

“Then why is he going with us?”

“Because he knows exactly what Kendrick needs to make for you. I made him our weapons master for a reason. Besides, he owes you that much.”

“I see,” Lia murmured, cheeks warming. 

Aster brought her strong, slender, almost bird-like hand to Lia’s shoulder and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re here, Lia. And I’m not the only one. Rothlin and Cally are among my dearest friends, and I’m glad they’ve taken to you as much as they have.” After a beat, she added, “They’re good boys…”

There was a warning in there somewhere that Lia couldn’t quite pick out, but she got the general message. ‘Fuck with them, and you’ll have me to answer to as well’.

“Get some sleep,” Aster said gently, and turned on her heel. 

Lia in fact got very little sleep that night, her mind playing over Cally’s behaviour - how he’d eased into her touch and then pulled away - and Rothlin’s comments at supper too (plus Rh’ok’s cacophony of snores didn’t help at all), and when she emerged out of the front of the Guild’s den-like hideout, she looked and felt pretty rough. 

Rothlin trotted his big black destrier over to her and held out his hand as he drew rein. “Come on,” he said. “You’re riding pillion with me today. No more of that awful mare.”

And before she’d had time to process that, the vampire swung her up onto the back of the horse. “Alright to hold on?” she asked and he laughed. 

“Of course.”

His body was slim and lean, and as she placed her hands tentatively on his narrow waist, he shifted his weight slightly. A moment later, Cally padded around to join them and he rose up onto his hind legs to nuzzle gently at Rothlin’s side in a greeting. “Morning you,” Cally rumbled as he rubbed his cheek against Roth’s thigh. As he poked his nose comically under Roth’s arm from the front, he grinned wolfishly and said, “Morning Lia.”

Unable to resist the urge to chuck him under the chin, she let her fingers scratch beneath his jaw and he wagged happily, eyes closing. 

“My two favourite people,” he sighed. “You ready to go?”

Riding pillion was a new experience for her, but she got the feel for it after a while and only needed to hold onto Rothlin’s steel-solid torso with one hand. 

Sael rode a rather chunky, shaggy bay mare alone at the back of the group, but he smiled warmly enough at her when she looked back over her shoulder at their retreating forest stronghold near the start of the journey. 

Leaving their horses with Dunning at the gates again, the group made their way through the streets of Aerfel towards the citadel at the top of the outcrop around which the city was built. Cally and Rothlin walked easily on either side of her, chatting and pointing things out, and Sael strode along beside Cally, apparently content to stare straight ahead. 

Aerfel felt at once intimately familiar from her guard patrols and yet she was a stranger here now. She no longer had access to the buildings of the elite, like the Jarl’s palace or the Chamber of Commerce, and although she could have slipped almost as unseen as Rothlin into most of them, she was no longer welcome. She truly was a Shadow now, she realised with a smile. It was a fair enough trade; a life of hard graft, bitterly early mornings, and little reward for a close-knit family and the chance to learn almost any skill she could wish for, from the lethal arts to alchemy. She missed her few friends from the guard, but as Cally and Rothlin flanked her, the backs of their hands occasionally brushing against hers, or shoving and joking playfully, she felt a new heat blooming inside of her that she’d never experienced. She belonged. 

A small group of merchants emerged from a marble-faced building at the far side of the small Temple Square, and as the four Shadows headed for the road that would lead them to the smithy where the Jarl’s armourer and smith worked, a shout rose above the other voices around them. 

“Lia!” 

She would know that voice anywhere, and she stopped dead and laughed, turning to find Eadwin standing across the square, his face alight with joy, his arms spread. He wore the fancy robes of a merchant, but he was still the playful boy she’d grown up with. In a heartbeat, she raced away from the others and flung herself into his embrace. 

“I missed you,” he said, his thick, distinctive accent warm and familiar in her ear. He rarely used his voice, even now that he had been elected to the Council of City Merchants.

She drew back and signed, “I missed you too! What a coincidence meeting you here! How are you? How’s Nik?” 

“Good,” he replied, his enthusiasm showing in the wide movements of hands and the way his smile illuminated his features. “We’re both really good. He’s gone to grab some lunch now. We’ve been in meetings all morning. Very boring…” he added conspiratorially. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

She turned to look back over her shoulder and waved at the others who were all standing there and waiting patiently. Sael looked like he was about to throw up though. 

“New friends,” she said vaguely. Eadwin was the only one who’d known the truth of her intentions when she’d quit the guard looking for a greater challenge and greater meaning to what she did, and he nodded politely at them. “You want to meet them properly? I told you all about them in my letters, but…”

“I can’t,” he said regretfully. “I’ve got no time today, and it’s the inauguration dinner for the new Head of the Merchants’ Guild tonight… Are you staying here long?”

She shook her head. “No. We’re just staying overnight to commission and collect my new weapon, but I’m sure I’ll get some time off to come and visit.”

“I hope so. Thank you for writing, by the way. I feel like I know Cally and Rothlin already.”

She grinned and hugged him, kissing his cheek. When she drew back, she said, “You give Nik a kiss for me too, alright?” 

He nodded. “You take care,” he said, signs firm and insistent. 

“I will.” And with that, she hugged him once more, and then shot back to join the others. “Sorry for holding you up,” she said when she rejoined them, looking up at Cally. “He’s my best friend - Eadwin, the one I told you about - and I’ve not seen him since leaving the guard. I’m ready to go now…”

Cally and Rothlin exchanged a look, but didn’t say anything, and Roth waved her ahead of them. Sael’s tanned skin had gone ashen, and she risked a look at him. Taking a deep breath, the half-elf brought his hands up in front of him and said shyly, “I can see why you thought I’d be alright with you using Sign…”

Her eyebrows shot upwards and she tripped over a loose cobblestone in her surprise. Cally instinctively grabbed her by the back of the jacket as she pitched forwards, and she heard Sael’s rough chuckle beside her. “What do you mean?” she asked, tentatively using her hands as well as her voice.

Sael used only his hands as he replied. “Your friend… he’s… he’s not like me. He’s very… open about… using Sign… Even here in the city amongst all those nobles…”

“Yeah,” she said. “His parents had both of us taught at the same time when he went deaf. He was four.”

As they made their way up the final approach to the forge, which had been build apart from the other buildings, the squat smithy hunkering down on a lonelier outcrop of the citadel rock, Lia explained how Eadwin had never apologised for his deafness. She went on to explain that that was why she had made the assumption that if Sael had even used Sign, that it wouldn’t have been an issue. 

“I really am sorry I just assumed though,” she said, and Sael’s smile was genuine as he forgave her. “I know that the military academy is separate from the guards barracks, but I can imagine the way they behave there, especially if you choose to use your hands and not your voice, you know? I’ve never met anyone else other than Eadwin who was deaf though… I don’t think it ever even occurred to me that you would be treated the way you were because people have never been like that with Eadwin… At least… not to my knowledge,” she admitted reluctantly, something sour and ugly twisting in her gut. She made a mental note to bring it up with her best friend next time she saw him. 

Sael offered a lopsided smirk that said an awful lot, and shook his head. “That’s… yeah, your friend’s experience is not the experience I had here when I came to train at the academy. Bad enough that I was a half-breed, but one who couldn’t hear and who couldn’t talk either?”

“You learned to use your voice while you were here?” she asked.

He nodded and sighed again. “I had to… It’s almost strange to be using my hands again after so long,” he admitted. Sael smiled again, but before they could continue their conversation, Kendrick stepped out of the back door of the forge and waved at them as they approached. 

Lia tapped the half-elf on the arm before he walked off and signed, “So… would you still prefer me not to use Common Sign with you in the future?”

“I think so,” he said. “Unless… maybe I use it to talk to you first?”

With a grin, she nodded. Then she added her last bit of Sign and said, “Thanks for coming with me today. I just hope you don’t decide that a huge fucking war hammer is the right weapon for me…”

Unexpectedly, Sael burst out laughing, long and loud on the afternoon air, the sound drawing the attention of the other two who had gone on ahead to greet Kendrick first. Sael was not known for his particularly cheery disposition after all. Aloud, he said, “You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” and he walked away to greet the dwarf. 

“What was that about?” Cally asked under his breath as he sidled over to her. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Sael laugh like that.”

“Clearing up a misunderstanding… I think,” she said. “I’ll let you know if we cleared everything up when I see what Kendrick makes for me.”

They all stayed and shared a mug of tea with the dwarf, and when his adoptive father emerged from the workshop, charcoal smudged across his face, the huge orc embraced Lia and began ribbing her for leaving the guard. “I’m glad you found a home with Kendrick’s other family though,” he added, and that was the closest he got to revealing that he knew about his son’s connection to the Shadow Guild. 

Sael had apparently been in communication for some while with the dwarf and his father about Lia’s joining gift from the Shadows, and Kendrick had done some of the preparatory forging already, but she was still not allowed to know what the half-elf Master of Arms had chosen for her. Kendrick made her hold a sword, a spear, two daggers, a pole-axe (she shot Sael a comical look at that one) and a throwing axe, seeing how she stood and how she fought with it against Sael, and then he nodded, hummed quietly to himself, and shooed them all out of his forge. 

While Kendrick worked on Lia’s mystery weapon, Sael stayed with him for a bit and then apparently took himself off to stay with a friend from his days at the military academy for the night. Meanwhile, Cally and Rothlin suggested they go and find somewhere to stay for the night. 

“The Queen’s Favour’s always good,” Cally ventured, “And they always give good rates to the Shadows…” 

“It’s owned by a former Shadow,” Rothlin explained, gently pressing his palm against the small of Lia’s back to guide her out of the way of an oncoming crowd. When she leaned slightly back into the contact, he smiled and left his hand there, his other hand in Cally’s own paw-like one as they walked along the wide street. 

The werewolf shot Lia a grin and wagged. “Let’s grab some lunch and get a room organised, and then we can explore the market a bit.”

They spent hours meandering around, and Lia was grateful not to recognise more than a handful of the city guards on patrol here and there. At one point though, she ducked behind Cally's enormous form with a squeak and a laugh as her former captain strode out of a doorway near the barracks and marched off down the street without looking left or right. The vampire and the werewolf teased her for being a chicken, and then Rothlin bought the other two some sweets from a naga in the marketplace before they eventually returned to the Queen’s Favour. 

They were so late back after taking a detour to the beautiful Temple grounds that it was almost the end of dinner service for the evening. Gobbling down the scrapings of the pot-roast that the innkeeper served them, they made their way up to their room and while Rothlin bathed in the adjacent bathroom (which he’d insisted upon having, despite the extra coin) Cally launched himself onto the bed and curled up in a ball. 

Lia took the small cot at the edge of the room, under the sloping eves, and drew out a slender book from her saddlebag. When she felt eyes on her half an hour later, she realised that Rothlin was standing in the doorway with just his towel around his deliciously narrow hips, and Cally was looking from Lia to him. Lia’s eyes took in the sharp ‘v’ cuts of his lower abs and the expanse of muscle and pale skin, and tried not to blush.

She smiled and then felt a pang of something in her chest. “If you guys want to… you know… I can… uh… leave or something…”

“No,” they both said at once and then everyone laughed a little shyly. “No,” Rothlin went on. “It’s… It’s not that.”

“You want me to join in?” she asked playfully, unable to keep the hope out of her voice despite the fact that she’d aimed for jovial. When neither one responded with anything more verbal than a choked whine from Cally and a barely detectable blush from Rothlin, she asked, “Seriously, if you want that, I’m totally up for it, but you’ve got to tell me one way or the other. You know what they say about three being a crowd… I don’t want to fuck anything up…”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Rothlin asked, relaxing marginally. 

“Yeah. I love you guys,” she smiled. “You’re hilarious and sweet and you’ve been amazing to me. How could I not be attracted to you?”

“Both?” Cally asked from where he’d slightly sat up on the bed, his hind legs still askew underneath him, his bulky, werewolf form propped up on his strong forearms.

“Yeah, both,” she said. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” they chorused as one. 

Cally sighed and looked down, his ears pulled back in distress. “It’s just… I don’t know too many humans who are alright with a werewolf being in this form and who are alright with having more than one person in the relationship.”

“As long as we’re not including the whole fucking ‘family’ in this,” she said, “I’m totally alright with being with both of you. As long as we talk about stuff. If it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work out, but unless you become totally different people, I can’t imagine us not being friends.”

“Holy shit,” Cally whispered. 

“What?”

He laughed and said, “I never thought it’d be that… easy…?”

She set down her book and went over to the bed, snagging Rothlin’s towel on the way and tugging him along with her by a single finger tucked behind the flimsy knot that held it in place. He moved behind her, meek as a lamb. As she knelt beside Cally, she reached for his cheek and stroked the soft, russet fur. His eyes rolled closed for a moment and she smiled. “You’re beautiful,” she said. “You know, when I saw you and Roth that time on the plains… after my first contract… I’d honestly never seen anything so hot in my entire life as they way you two were with each other.”

Cally whined and Roth sank down to join Lia on the bed beside him. His towel fell open as he sat and she saw instantly that he was more than half hard already. Instead of touching himself, his long, elegant fingers moved to trail up the inside of Cally’s leg and the werewolf’s paws flexed. He instantly rolled over onto his back and Lia crooned, “Lucky you… You’ve got two of us to give you all the attention you deserve.”

“I want to taste you,” he gasped, even as Rothlin graced his fingertips over the curve of the werewolf’s balls. The sheath of his cock twitched slightly and Lia smiled. 

She stepped off the bed and turned to Rothlin. “Why don’t you show me what Cally likes while I get undressed?”

“With pleasure,” he said, and began to tease him, touching him everywhere, lingering in places that made the werewolf buck and shiver, until the red tip of his cock began to emerge from the sheath. Leaning down, turning his pale blue eyes to watch Lia, Rothlin licked slowly and gently at the tip, tasting the pearl of pre-come that beaded there and making Cally croon softly, muzzle tilting up towards the ceiling. 

“Look at her, Cal,” Rothlin whispered as he drew back. His fingertips teased the velvety fur around the base of his sheath, but his eyes were locked on Lia’s body. As she bared her breasts and then stepped out of her leggings, both men turned hungrily to face her. Roth did not stop touching Cally though. 

Lia returned to the bed, feeling a little self-conscious under the gaze of the two of them, but when Cally snarled and half sat up, reaching for her hips and inviting her down onto the bed, she tried not to preen too much. His cock, swollen and leaking, now stood erect, and while Rothlin contented himself with sucking and licking along Cally’s length, Lia lowered herself to straddle Cally’s face. 

The werewolf’s clever tongue lapped over her and he let out a long, delicious moan. “Oh by the goddess,” he cursed, and she laughed as he invoked the moon goddess that born wolves, and some turned wolves, often worshipped. “You taste so good,” he added, licking another long, hot stripe over her wet lips. She bucked softly as he caught her clit and he tightened his grip on her hips. After a good few minutes, Cally had worked Lia surprisingly close to the edge, and she gasped, eyes closed, pitching forwards as another shudder wracked her body. 

“Cal,” she gasped, “I’m… Stop… I’m going to…”

He groaned, but backed off a little, slowing, and then he nudged his nose just clear enough of her to pant, “Roth… You ride me… and… Lia… you stay where you are…”

It was only then that Lia noticed that Rothlin had been prepping himself while stroking Cally with his hand. “Oh that’s hot,” she whispered, and the vampire looked up at her with blazing red eyes. “No, I was wrong,” she amended dazedly. “That’s hot…”

Shyly, Rothlin smiled at her, revealing the tips of his extended canines. “You sure about that, Lia?” he asked. 

In answer, she lowered her eyes deliberately to Cally’s red, twitching, glistening cock, and Rothlin climbed up, straddling the werewolf’s hips and carefully lowering himself down. His face as he took the intrusion was exquisite. She reached out a hand to his side and nearly gasped at the contrast between her own flushed skin and the coolness of the vampire’s torso. His ribs heaved under her touch and she brought her thumb up to brush it over his hardened nipple. 

He bucked and sank further down than he’d intended, going still and breathing hard, but smiling. 

“You should see him, Cally… You must be big,” she grinned, and in answer, the werewolf returned his attentions to her clit. 

Rothlin bottomed out with a guttural groan and then began to move. Reaching one hand down, Lia thumbed the top of his cock, smearing pre-come over his head and making him gasp. His crimson eyes seared into her as he rocked up and down on his partner’s cock. 

“Kiss me,” she said, and he leaned across. 

“Careful,” he warned right before he closed the last breath of distance between them. Cally suddenly sucked a little harder at her clit and Lia jerked in pleasure, and Roth’s fang nicked her lip. Blood swelled and he sucked hard, his eyes flaring. He moaned and picked up his pace, still drawing on the tiny wound. 

Cally’s mouth and tongue beneath her was driving her insane, and as she grabbed hold of Roth’s shoulder with one hand to steady herself, she tightened her grip on his cock. As she worked him in a steady rhythm, matching the thrusts as he dropped himself repeatedly onto Cally’s cock, she shifted the hand that had been his shoulder and moved it to his black hair. She tangled her fist in it, pulling on it hard, forcing him to tilt his head back. The vampire whimpered, red eyes rolling and fluttering closed, and a second later, his whole body shook and spasmed as he spilled all over her, clenching around Cally as he came. He slumped forwards, still twitching and groaning, and his head landed on her shoulder as he continued to come while she stroked his hair more gently, his release spurting over his chest and onto her fingers, and even onto Cally’s fur. 

A second or two later, Lia felt her own orgasm building to a peak and she came with a broken yell against Cally’s tongue. The feel of Rothlin’s tight heat around his cock and the way Lia came drew Cally’s release from him and he barely managed to stifle his howl against her body. He came powerfully, his body rearing up into Rothlin, who grunted, overstimulated and spent, and Lia felt Cally’s teeth scrape across her backside as he rode out the rest of his release. 

Finally, when they’d disentangled themselves from each other, and Rothlin had cleaned himself up a bit, they lay with Lia in the middle of the bed, the other two on their backs. Cally’s breathing began to even out and she glanced over to see him beginning to drift off into an exhausted sleep. His cock had lain soft across his thigh while Rothlin had been in the bathroom, but now it began to retreat back into the sheath. Turning her head to look at Rothlin as he shuffled onto his side, facing them both, she brought her fingertips to his chest. He was so pale, his skin almost translucent, that he reminded her of an alabaster carving. 

He jumped a little and opened his eyes as she made contact with his collarbones, but as she stared at him, she watched his eyes melt from red to blue, the outer halo of his irises the last part to undergo the change. He let out a long breath and smiled. “You alright?” he asked in a rough, gravelly whisper, his gaze drifting to her lip that was throbbing and slightly puffy. 

She licked the tip of her tongue over the spot where his canine had nicked her and she nodded. “Are you?” 

Rothlin smiled appreciatively and then nodded. “More than alright.”

The room was chilly and they were all still lying on top of the covers. Goosebumps rippled along her skin and she dug Cally in the ribs. “Don’t go to sleep yet,” she said. “I’m cold…”

He grumbled but stood shakily, just long enough for her to snuggle under the covers before collapsing back down with a grunt. He nuzzled in beside her, drawing her in close against his warm, soft chest while Rothlin lay in a mirroring curve facing them. Lia intertwined their fingers and Cally, because he was so much bigger than her, stuck his nose out onto Rothlin’s pillow. The vampire kissed him affectionately on the tip of the nose and murmured, “Sleep.”

It was a tight fit in the bed with the three of them, but Lia slept better that night than she had ever slept in her whole life. 

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