1001 Starry Knights: The Seven Voyages of Sinbad, chapter 19


“Your mother was cuckqueaned?” Naja snorted. “A human jilted your mother- Not even you, but your mother- and you think this is a good reason to enslave humans? About as self-centered a reason as I’d expect for a Dragon-” I raised a hand, and Naja stopped, although she looked very annoyed.

“You should let a storyteller finish their story, Naja.” I leaned back in my chair, my arms crossed. “There’s more to it, isn’t there, Kry? If it were just betrayal by a human, you might hate humans, but all of this…”

Kry sneered at me. “Too true. My mother was a Dragon. Her crimes were substantial, but nothing that would ruin a career. No, the betrayal was deeper than that.”

The bureaucrats had demanded the location of the Aberrant Pirate and the human she had stolen. The human had to be returned to his earth, his memory wiped. Taking away everything that he had. The aberrant pirate would be executed. This would be a way of hiding what Gabyiyl had done, by erasing the trail of failures. It was not just, and it was not a noble thing to do, but it would save her commission. The captain would be allowed to resign with honor, a long and distinguished career going unmarred by her errors in judgment. And of course, it goes without saying, Kry would not be punished for her parents’s actions.

It would have all been so easy, so simple. Which is why it stung so deeply that her mother refused to do it. Gabyiyl would not give up the man she loved to lose his memories of the world, herself and her daughter included. She was a true romantic, and would not interfere with her beloved human’s life, even if he had betrayed her as deeply as he could. She would not allow the pirate who had given her this chance such a punishment. She had paid the two, not to preserve her own dignity, but so that they could live happily together.

So she refused to give up their location. She was stripped of her rank, her wings ripped away. Her power taken from her. She could have fought free, for she was a Dragon. But she could not fight against what she believed was a just punishment for her actions. Kry watched as her actions condemned her mother to humiliation. The great captain left the Fleet, and settled down as a functionary of the Reptile Kingdom. No longer a warrior, no longer a leader. Kry and Gabyiyl had not spoken in centuries.

It was a telling moment. A human had been able to command such loyalty from Kry’s mother. A human had destroyed a dragon’s pride. And humans were so eager to do these things. They craved the submission of other beings, in just the same way that the Empire had once craved that submission. They loved to see the stars bend in prostate glorification to their greatness. It was just part of who they were. And Kry hated it. She worked tirelessly in the Fleet, trying to ignore the growing obsession with humanity. And to her credit, she never let on her true feelings. Until the day the humans discovered the Alcubierre drive. The rest of the Empire celebrated, while Kry fumed. And then, she decided she’d had enough.

She left the Fleet, and became a pirate. She did not need a Letter of Marque, because unlike those other pirates who played at breaking the law, she was genuinely at odds with the Empire. She was not toying around with being a daring adventurer, or trying to attract a mate. She was not doing it out of youthful abandon, or adolescent angst. She despised humanity. She despised the Empire’s dependence on humanity. And so, she vowed to herself that she would ride the space-lanes. Her strength was vast, because she was not playing a game. As the rest of the Empire lost their sense of what was real, of what the true stakes were, she had built her crew, and their loyalty. All for this purpose. Humanity could not be killed- That would be cutting off the nose to spite the face. But she could break them. In small ways, admittedly.

But each human who she captured, and delivered, would become a model of what could be done. Humans didn’t need to be worked with. They could be commanded. The scholar would be the proof-

“Wait.” I frowned. “You’ve never done this before? I’m the first human that you’ve captured?”

“Well-” Kry crossed her arms. “It’s not as though I was searching actively for them. I couldn’t be too obvious, and most humans are closely watched while traveling through the Empire. But when you-“

“You mean you’ve never even enslaved a human before?” I raised an eyebrow. “This is your first time-“

“Don’t do that! Don’t treat me like I’m a fool!” She marched towards me, murder in her eyes. “This is the way you humans are! You waltz in! You take things over! You usurp power! You make fools out of my people! I won’t let you do it to me!” She lunged at me.

It was reflex more than anything else. The sound of flesh striking flesh rang out through the room, as eyes widened. Her cheek turned red even as we stood in tableau. I’d just slapped the angry captain. I couldn’t show weakness now. I squared my shoulders, standing up straight. “You have agreed to a contest. That contest is of stories. You’ve told your story, and I’ll confess, it’s a good one. But I still get my turn to speak. Do you understand?” She shot me a look. “If you didn’t know, deep down, that what you’re doing is wrong, I wouldn’t have been able to lay a finger on you. I know that you think that humans are only here, among the stars, to try to take over. That all we care about is using Imperials for our own gain. That’s what the Colonel thought- That Imperials were a enemy, waiting for humanity to show weakness. And you’re both wrong.”

“You think we’re weak? Helpless? We forge stars, human. We conquered the galaxy! We are undying!” She gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing. “We do not need your help!”

“Yes, you do. And we need your help. For the first time in your species’ history, you’ve run into a problem that you can’t solve alone. And we’ve got a lot to offer each other. But none of that can happen if you look at humans as your enemy.” I took a deep breath, and turned, looking around the room. “I’ve been telling you the story of Sinbad the Sailor. It’s not a happy story. Hearts are broken, loves are lost. Despair is endemic. These things are nobody’s fault. They are a consequence of the world, which is a cruel and unjust place. This is the truth of all life.” I paused for a moment. “But there is always hope.”

They arrived on the other side of the portal. The cabbie stared. It had been true. He had thought that it was all simply a story, just a made-up tale meant to amuse, or even perhaps the product of a diseased mind. As the bright white sky coruscated above, and the black glass of Firdaws glistened around them, he realized it was true. He and Sinbad stood at the base of a great city. It was stepped in three great plateaus, each higher than the last. They stood near a set of obsidian stairs. The cabbie crouched down next to them. Water ran in channels on either side of the stairs, cut into the black glass of the plateau. “It’s like it was carved,” he murmured. Sinbad was crouched down nearby. A golden collar sat on the ground, a heart-shaped pendant hanging from it.

The city no longer smoldered, but it was clear that the attack had been brutal on it. Shattered shards of black glass lay everywhere. Great craters lay in the ground, filled with the lifeless corpses of Golems, their mechanical eyes burned out. Several buildings were collapsed, the impact craters still visible on them. Water pooled in pits on the ground. The two of them marched up the stairs slowly. “Why here, first?” the cabbie asked.

“I was worried. I left here not long ago, but I feared what might happen to Antiqam… Rahma… Whatever name you prefer.” He looked around. “She was a kind person. Despite everything that she had gone through, everything she was forced to do, she was kind. I think that her threat, even, was a kind of plea for help. She wanted me to attack her, to stop her, to do something that would draw El’s attention and destroy her. And when she saw that nothing would, she just waited.” He took a deep breath. “I need to save her. From El, and from herself. I can’t imagine what being in this place would do to her mind.”

The cabbie nodded as the two of them walked. “You think she’s going to still be in love with you?”

“I don’t think she was ever truly in love with me. I think that she was lonely. She would have fallen in love with anyone who came along and offered her understanding, and a sympathetic ear. And it would be very easy. Anyone could have done it. You, for example.” Sinbad shook his head. “I think that when she has regained her way, she will drift away from me. I am nothing but a profane human. She is a goddess. But until she is ready to do that, I will be there for her.” The two of them mounted the second set of stairs. At their top, the cabbie could see the great tower that was the palace of Firdaws. Several of its petals were shattered, laying in ruins around it.

There was no one living in the city. The isolation was eerie, and a little bit sad. The cabbie couldn’t help but think of what he had been told, of the beautiful and majestic inhabitants of the city. Without them, it was like a charnel house. The two of them entered the great tower, and walked onwards, up the stairs, towards its roof. They emerged into the bright white, and the cabbie looked around. He could see for miles. The long line of green jungle that was the river’s path passing through the city, beyond it. And in all other directions, the black sand desert. Dark as pitch, it wavered slightly, heat distorting the view. And there, at the edge of the tower, standing where she had been in the story, was Antiqam.

The descriptions, superlative though they were, did not do her justice. Her beauty was heartbreaking, as she stood like a statue on the edge of the tower. Her skin was the dark of interstellar space, marked with the bright light of stars. She turned, and her eyes were supernovas in a face like a china doll mask. And yet, when she saw Sinbad, the mask shifted. Her eyes widened, and joy, as potent as any human’s, danced on her features for a moment. Then she crossed her arms, as though trying to protect her own heart from an attack. She did not meet Sinbad’s eyes as the spacefarer approached her. “So. You have come back. I suppose you needed me for your duty.”

“It is true. I need you. I never denied that. I needed you when you led me to shelter. I needed you when you spoke on behalf of others so that I could live here, in Firdaws. I needed you when you told me of the Path to Victory. And I need you now.” She lowered her head, her arms tightening further. She seemed to almost be ready to collapse in on herself, as her stance grew tighter. The cabbie could see the gentle shimmer around her, the places where her wings curved the air.

“I might have known. I waited here, you know. Weeks have passed. El has not appeared. She does not care what I do, now. Perhaps she has found herself bored with my rebellions. Perhaps she knew that I had promised you I would wait, and so she stayed her hand, as I was no threat. But now, I have purpose again. I am Vengeance, and you have cause to hate the man who has made your life pain. I will travel with you, so that you may crush him, and gain satisfaction-” Sinbad lifted a hand.

“You misunderstand me. I do not need Antiqam. I need Rahma. I do not need the strong right hand of vengeance. The Colonel is only a human. I do not need to kill him. I do not need to destroy what he values. All that matters to me is that I retrieve my family. I do not need Vengeance. I need Mercy.” He rested a hand on her cheek. “I am asking something terrible of you. A burden greater than you deserve. I’m asking you to give up your power, to restore the folk, to restore the Golems you destroyed, to restore Firdaws, and then, to leave alongside me.” She withdrew, pulling away, her eyes wide.

“I- If I do this, I would lose my power. My strength. I would be useless to you.”

“No. You would never be useless to me.” Sinbad waved a hand around him. “You are trapped by regrets. Vengeance is a hatred of the past, and it never ends, because you can’t change the past. But here, in this place, you can let go of your anger. You can restore what was broken. You can make a paradise. And then, the two of us can walk out into the world together. I won’t lie to you. I’m going to be going to find the others, as well. I owe all of you that chance. The chance to be free from regrets, and from duties to the past, and to ideals.” He took a deep breath. “Will you give up your anger for me?”

She looked down at his hands. The golden-hearted collar rested there. They had arrived by it for a reason. “If I put that on… I will lose my wings.”

Sinbad smiled. “Where I’m from, you don’t need wings to fly.”

She took the collar from his hands, and placed it around her neck. She lifted a hand into the air, and there was a flash. The cabbie blinked, and rubbed his eyes. The city was whole. Beautiful people, looking between one another, shocked. Golems stood up, their eyes flashing, blinking. They turned towards the Folk, and there was a moment of tension, before they dropped their weapons, and the world seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Rahma stood by Zahad, as the younger girl stared up at them. The cabbie frowned. “Is it going to be okay?”

Rahma nodded. “Yes. For the first time, I think that it will be okay. My sister will be busy when she becomes the ruler of our people. But that is not my burden, now.” She took Sinbad’s hand, and looked up at the bright white sky. The cabbie rubbed his chin.

“What about you? You’re going to leave, give up your power, doesn’t El feel kind of strongly about that sort of thing?”

“In truth, I was waylaid long ago. I have not been a proper part of El for a long time. Perhaps this is why she didn’t kill me. Because I will find my way again.” She smiled. “If I am wrong, then let me be struck dead.” The four held their breath for a moment. And then they breathed, and laughed, as Sinbad waved a hand, and the path to victory appeared. “Where to next, Sinbad?”

“The first. She’s been waiting long enough.”

I paused. “I do not know the truth about Rahma. She may have been merely one of the Fae, playing a role. She may have been a genuine Greater Shard when she was Antiqam. I cannot tell you for certain whether Firdaws was real or not. All that is certain is that she was willing to give up her hatred for Sinbad. And in return, he promised to protect her from anything that would threaten her.”

The next world was an oven. The three of them stepped out onto an outcropping of rock. It was tremendous, a vast dome of stone. The sands below shifted slowly with the winds, as Rahma stared out. “It reminds me of home. But so different, at the same time.” She looked down. “This is where you met the witch, isn’t it?”

Sinbad nodded, as he began picking his way down the stones, towards an opening in the rock. “She was a complicated one. I don’t know how she felt about me. I feel ashamed, now, of how quickly I left her. I did not understand Imperial culture as well as I could have. Those memories that I returned for the captain, they were welcome, but he would have soldiered on even without them. Death is not a terrifying concept to most Imperials I’ve met. And I hardly did my brother much good by returning to the stars.” He stared down at the sand. “But she said it, knowing it would drive me away. She cursed me, and gave me what I needed. Even though it would mean I left her. I don’t know what she saw in me, but she must have cared about me.”

The three of them picked their way down to the tunnel. Sinbad withdrew the plasma torch, turning it on to a low level. The burning arc of plasma cast bright white light across the walls of the tunnel. The cabbie walked behind the other two, watching as shadows were thrown, flickering, across the walls. “You said that she was huge, didn’t you? Like… Skyscraper-sized. Right?”

“Yes. She can separate from it for a while- Maybe a day or so. That’s all we’ll need.”

The cabbie raised an eyebrow. “You can get something that big through that wormhole?”

“If I need to. And I do.” The three of them walked in silence. Sinbad looked over his shoulder. “I don’t know how she’ll react to meeting you, Rahma. Meeting exes is always a hard part of any relationship. More so if the relationship has never ended.”

Rahma smiled. “I am sure it will be interesting to see how you handle it.”

The mouth of the tunnel opened. The city was grand, and beautiful. It was desolately empty, unlit except for the shaft of light shining down into the lake. It had been as Sinbad described it, but the cabbie could see other aspects. There was statuary here and there, carved into the shape of humanoid figures and great worms. Great murals that had been faded to illegibility. The last remaining scraps of culture. And then, he saw the light. It wasn’t bright, but it flickered in the window of one of the great, ancient buildings. “I think I might know where they are.”

It had been a living quarters, once. Rows of small rooms meant to house whatever had remained of the now-extinct race. The flickering light had been on the topmost floor, and it took them several minutes climbing to reach the room. Sinbad stood in the doorway, and the cabbie looked past him. A woman sat in the room, and a young girl. Both had bubblegum-pink skin, and shocked expressions. They had been sharing a meal. The woman stood up, and the girl stood behind her, peeking out from her hiding spot. “You came back?” The Baroness Atropos was as lovely as Sinbad had said, her arms crossed, her expression imperious. “That was noble of you. But you needn’t have bothered. Khalifa and I are well. It is good to see you, but I imagine you cannot stay long- Who is that?”

Sinbad stepped forward, and his arms went around Atropos, and the young girl. He embraced them tightly, and the cabbie could see their expressions. Guarded, fearful- And yet, with the touch of Sinbad, there was a melting in them. Something hard and sharp inside of the baroness softened, and flowed, becoming liquid as she embraced him. The little girl grabbed her father’s hand, and sniffed at it, before nuzzling it gently. “I am sorry I have been gone so long. I am afraid that I have a great deal to catch up on.”

They sat together in the room for the better part of an hour as he explained, in brief, all that had happened. The girl sat in a corner of the room, watching him somewhat suspiciously, as though trying to understand him. The Baroness simply listened, her expression neutral, her arms crossed. “And so… I mastered it. The gift that you gave me, in an admittedly roundabout way.”

“Why come here?” Her demeanor was stiff. “You are planning to save your family. You hardly-“

He stood up, and slammed his hand on the table. “Because I love you! I care for you, and our daughter.” Khalifa looked up, frowning. “I have seen extinction. I have seen what it looks like when a species loses hope. And I do not accept that for you! You are brilliant, clever, and a great help to me. When I last came to this place, I was young, arrogant, and foolish. I didn’t know the depth of loss that you had undergone. I still don’t. But I have the power, now, to take you away from this place. Away from this dead, unknown world. Away from this dead end. I want you to come with me, because I want you to be free! And if you don’t want to spend your life around me, I hope you will at least spend your life in a world where you have a choice about staying there. I had to leave, and I could not come back because I feared that my own people would follow me, and threaten you, or the Star-Clan children orbiting this world. But I don’t need to be afraid of that anymore.”

The baroness crossed her arms, her stance tense. “I do not need you to help me. I am perfectly fine on this world, and my daughter-“

“I want to go with him, mom.”

Khalifa’s voice was very soft. The Baroness turned, frowning. “You do not know what the galaxy is like. There is danger out there in the stars, and you would be-“

“I’d be with dad. You told me he’s a good man, didn’t you? That he would do anything to protect the people he cares about?” The girl rested a hand on her mother’s side. “I want to go with him. I don’t want you to cry anymore.”

There was silence for a few seconds. The baroness looked down at her hands as the cabbie leaned against the wall. Sinbad took a deep breath, and reached out, taking Atropos’ hands. “You gave me this gift. I don’t want you, or the wonderful things that you can do, to die out. You deserve to be among people again.”

“But what if I can’t make it?” Atropos’ voice was very soft, and very fragile.

“Then I will take you somewhere where you can be alone again, and come to visit you often.” He smiled. “There is something we will need to do first, though.”

“Yes… Five women. And a man.” The baroness smiled, and seemed to regain some of her composure. “You have lived an interesting life, haven’t you? I see that my curses were effective.”

The girl grabbed her father’s hand. “Were you really a girl for a while?”

Sinbad smiled. “Yes. It was an… enlightening experience.”

The girl giggled, and smiled. The cabbie looked to the side, and caught just a little hint of envy in Rahma’s eyes.

The five of them emerged onto the sands. The baroness waved a hand, and the great worm erupted from the sand. The cabbie stared in shock at the tremendous hide of the creature, as it loomed into the sky. The sound was impossibly loud, a rushing of sand and a clashing of scales as they pressed together. It was an awe-inspiring life-form, more so when contrasted with its intelligent core. “My daughter is still too young to build her own body; She will need to be fed well to make her own shell. The two of us can spend about a day away from it.”

Sinbad nodded. “We shouldn’t need that much time.” A smile spread across his face. “How would you like to see my home world?”

He waved his hand. The cabbie watched closely. It was as though the Orionese man was dragging his fingers through syrup, some invisible resistance distorting the air around his hand. As he pulled, the portal appeared, and rapidly swelled. It towered into the air, over a hundred feet across. The baroness whistled appreciatively, and the vast sandworm body trailed through, as the rest of them followed.

The five of them stood upon another desert world. Buildings, human architecture, were visible. But sand had long ago covered them. “This was once my home, you know.” He waved a hand all around. “Built around an oasis. A sandstorm destroyed the water supply, and the people drifted away. It was more trouble to stay here than to move.” He sighed softly. “This next voyage will be… difficult.” He frowned. “I let Leshp without ever saying a word. Just after she had had our child. I had no choice in the matter, but it’s been years.” He took a deep breath. “In case things get violent, it might be better if I go alone.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Rahma asked, an eyebrow raised. “Of course we’re coming along. Especially if it might be dangerous. That’s why you brought us with you.”

Sinbad gave a weak smile. “I appreciate the offer. I suppose I couldn’t keep you from coming along.”

“What, and give you a chance to run off after you insisted so stridently that we come with you? Absolutely not.” Atropos grinned.

“From what I know of the Baroness, she has re-entered public life. Calling for reform of the Aberrant Kingdom, she has begun a large-scale project to try to restore the culture of as many of the Aberrant Clans as possible. She’s also expecting a second child soon, and her species may be on the road to recovering its numbers. In the end, she settled on the Aberrant world of Oth, and successfully seized the throne of that world’s Baroness within a month. She’s said to be a wise and just ruler, and very nearly impossible to assassinate.”

The portal opened. They stepped through, onto the space station. The cabbie stared into the sky. Spires of metal rose around them, and in the sky, he could see the vast black gaps in the starfield, and the thin rimes of light that surrounded them, the lensed light of countless stars. The black vines that Sinbad had spoken of twined around the towers. Then his gaze fell, and he saw her. Leshp. She was unmistakeable. The cabbie had seen a fair number of Imperials who favored feline features, but none of them had the kind of savagery that Leshp did. Her tail flicked as she watched a young boy. “That’s it, Rat-shae. Just pinch the fruit at the stem, and it’ll come free of the vine easily.”

“Leshp.” Sinbad’s voice was strained, the cabbie noted. There was a thickness to it that was unmistakeable. The sound of suffering, and regret. Leshp turned, her eyes growing wide. She rushed at Sinbad.

“Love!” Her arms went around him, squeezing him tightly, her face pressing against his. The amazonian woman lifted Sinbad clear off of the ground, the lithe spacefarer letting out a huff as he was squeezed. “I knew you would come back! I knew you would find a way! I will gather everyone- We are leaving this world, for good!” Her grin was a mile wide as she looked up at him. “I told everyone to keep their faith. I told them that you hadn’t abandoned me. That you hadn’t abandoned us. How did you get off the station? For that matter, how did you get back?”

The story was repeated again, as young Rat-Shae was gathered up by his mother. He looked perfectly human, as far as the cabbie could tell. The seven walked together, as Khalifa peered up at Rat-Shae. “So, you have been busy sowing your seeds,” Atropos noted, smiling. “Do you pull that ‘dying race’ trick on many women, Sinbad?”

“Twice it happened,” Sinbad grumbled with bad grace. Laughter echoed through the steel canyons. “I think that when we leave this place, we may not be coming back. I worry sometimes about what might be found on this station. It was a bastion of military knowledge. There could be terrible weapons here.”

“I think I may have a solution for that.” Leshp smiled over her shoulder at him. “We discovered designs from something called the ‘Construct Kingdom’. You mentioned them in your stories? It appears to be a wormhole stabilizer. The problem, of course, was that we would need to set them up on both ends of a journey; They did us no good in here, and you couldn’t connect outside. But, if you can transport us off of this station, we would be able to travel back and forth almost at will, once we’ve set up a receiver on the other end. Encryption would suffice to keep it limited to our people. If you trust us with that knowledge, at any rate.”

“I…” Sinbad stopped. “I think I could trust you, yes. You managed to jury-rig a Construct Kingdom wormhole on this station?”

“Oh, yes. It was easy. For me.” She smiled. “Things have improved since you left. We made good use of that computer of yours, learning the language, understanding the functions of all the devices on this station. There are many more of us, now. We have been rediscovering all kinds of new techniques. Life was greatly improved for us, thanks to you. Some of the new ones doubted that you even existed. They will be very surprised to see you.” She laughed softly, as they entered the central tower.

Everyone they met was sent to gather the others. Leshp helped the cabbie and Sinbad to climb the vines that connected one floor to another, but it still took the better part of an hour to reach the peak, and the large room was full of people when they did. The cabbie realized, to his great shock, that the room was familiar. It was built in the old style of cafes in the Empire, although most of the trappings had been lost in the ages since this had been a city. The Well of Life stood in one corner, but there was something Sinbad hadn’t mentioned during the story in the center of the room, a great ring standing vertically, balanced on a short pedestal. Sinbad stood by the ring, and cleared his throat. The chattering and murmurs of the crowd died away immediately.

“Seekers of Truth! You have long searched for all that you could know. You have been trapped on this station for all of your history, but still, you have done great things. You have learned the truths that it had to offer. But this station is but a single small part of the world that exists. You have remained trapped here for far longer than you should have. The station has treated you well, but no matter how good a place is, it is worthless without the choice to leave it. Today…” He raised a hand, and the Path to Victory appeared beside the ring. “I want to offer you that choice.” He stepped through the path, Leshp following. And a moment later, the ring flared to life. Leshp and Sinbad stood on the other side. The people began streaming through.

Leshp looked up, and flinched, covering her eyes. Sinbad gave her a concerned look for a moment, and she smiled sheepishly, pointing up towards the sun. “I thought a star was about to strike us. I have never seen one so large before.” The Seekers of Truth spread out in the small, desert town, murmuring their astonishment as they sank fingers and claws through the thick sand, studying the unfamiliar buildings with all the zeal of those who wanted to know more about the world.

Sinbad sank to the ground, rubbing his forehead. “I feel drained. The Path to Victory doesn’t run on my life-force or something, does it, Rahma?”

“No. I suspect that what you are feeling is… Catharsis. You have accomplished many goals, today, that you thought you never would. That can have a potent effect on humans.” Rahma looked around the field, her expression strange. “It is funny. I hated these people, not very long ago. Loathed them, for what they were born as. But watching them now… I feel like I’ve done the right thing, by helping you, Sinbad.”

Sinbad gave her a grin. “Well, that’s a good start. Also nice to know I’m not about to die doing this.” He looked around the group. “I’m going to go gather the last few people alone. I think that it might be a bit more… difficult.” He smiled wanly, and waved for the cabbie. “Come on, cabbie. Let’s find a snake.”

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