Sianna was dreaming.

She saw a woman walking in waist-high water with her back toward her. Long, sleek hair floated around her in black tendrils. The woman stopped and stared at something in the sky, but Sianna couldn't see what it was. Everything around them was pure white. When a figure cut through the fog, Sianna was absolutely sure it was a male despite the blur that followed his movements as if censoring his existence from her.

"...., .... ... ... .....?" he said.

Sianna frowned. She heard his voice, knew five words were spoken, but couldn't understand them.

The woman turned, revealing she was nude. She beamed in a way that outshone her golden eyes. ". .... ...... .. .... ."

Again, Sianna counted five words but didn't know what they were. The scene changed, and all she could see now was the couple. The dark-haired woman was on the white ground with the fuzzy arms of the man around her.

"I don't want it," she said.

That, Sianna understood.

She woke up, her eyes focusing on the glowing crystals above. She sat, curious that she had fallen asleep while on her back. And that the dream was still fresh in her mind. Last time she recalled one so vividly was when she dreamt about a lavish banquet. She was the sole guest sitting at the head of a long table, watching and listening as her mother sang songs while standing on top of a burning altar.

Sianna shivered, unable to figure out which of the two dreams was more disturbing. She looked around to see she was the only one awake which made her guess she hadn't been asleep for long. Reth was on the other side of their camp, the first time ever he slept so far away from her. The sight of him filled her stomach with a bundle of nerves.

No. He never said that, and knowing Reth's devotion, the words might as well have been lost to the wind.

Ugh. Bad comparison.

She bit her lip.

But damn if he didn't give me the best orgasm of my life.

His body had been warm, his breath on her skin as hot as she had felt. There was a gentleness in his touch that held something else, and it took her sleeping on it to figure out what it was. Genuineness. He had opened a connection that invited her to a bond beyond the physical.

No shit. He said he loved you.

No. No, he didn't.

But it wasn't just that. It was...it was...

Trust.

What the hell am I thinking?

Of course she trusted him. In battle. But now, she trusted him. Truly and genuinely as she now understood he always did with her. It only took her a little oral sex to realize it. She chuckled as she laid back down and waited for whatever it was they were waiting for.

Hours later when everyone else had awakened, it appeared as a tiny, domed hut. A brown blemish against the brilliant landscape of shimmering crystals. Towering behind it was a dead black tree that clawed at the rooftop. Its trunk was twisted like a wrung out cloth. At the base of the building was a carpet of green mist, rolling out as if infinite. There was a sense of decay and misery in the sickly sway of the branches and ominous swirl of the mist. Despite that, they all gathered around it, their desperate desire to go home motivating their steps.

"It is never simple, is it?" Aldermeck said.

"Then it wouldn't be fun." Deneck grinned.

She jabbed him. "You almost died."

"But I didn't."

Kota knocked on the door that was round too. They stood in silence for a few seconds, long enough to think no one was home.

"Well?" Lycin looked at Kota.

She shrugged. "He's...different."

His sigh was as dramatic as the roll of his eyes.

They waited longer. Sianna peeked over Deneck's shoulder to see Reth. He sensed her stare and gave her one of his own she recognized as a silent question asking if she needed anything. She turned away, her way of telling him she was fine. Because she was. His nonchalance had brought her comfort as she realized nothing had changed between them.

Good.

And nothing had changed with Iari either as she saw him sit on the ground inches away from the mist. He leaned toward it, his hand extending out.

"Iari!" Sianna pulled his hand away. "You don't even know what that is."

"It's mist," he said.

Deneck and Lycin's snickering made her wish they really had died.

"Sianna, you're grippin' too hard." Iari looked up at her with wide eyes.

She released him. "Sorry."

His usual smile surfaced faster than lightning. "It's okay. I know you were just worried."

"For good reason."

The fog formed into a tendril that poised over Iari's head. It braided through locks of his hair before stretching out and looping around Sianna's ankles. She stepped out of it and the glare she shot Iari was full of blame. The mist continued its path, ducking between legs and circling around torsos until it stopped in front of Lycin. It gathered in front of him like a giant head analyzing his frown.

"Go away." He swatted it.

It dispersed for a few seconds only to regroup. Two green arms shot out at him. One patting his shoulder and the other petting his head.

"The hell!" He pulled away.

"Hey!" Aldermeck had her sword bared and pointed at the black tree's brittle branches. They had come alive, ducking and reached for her.

"Well that's odd. I've never seen anything like you, Meryl." Deneck grasped the nearest sprig.

"I will cut you next if you do not help me."

"No!" Kota gripped his wrists. "Don't break it!"

Lycin fanned the misty air around him with a grunt. Calera stood next to him mimicking his actions with minimal success. "I will burn this!" he said. "Iari! Burn it."

He stood. "Um. I don' think that'll 'elp."

Sianna watched, unsure what to do or how to help. But she was relieved that for once she wasn't the one bombarded with the strange magickal shit.

"Oien! Vetos! Stop." A voice commanded with vigor despite how young is sounded.

The mist and the tree recoiled, one with a sharp hiss and the other with an elongated creak.

"Who are you?" Aldermeck asked, her sword still out.

The figure that stepped out from the hut's open door was short and hooded. There was no answer as the person scrutinized them, covered head sweeping from side to side. They froze, waiting for Kota, their speaker to the magickal things, to say something. But the figure continued to stare as if looking for something. When Sianna thought the light would finally illuminate a face under the hood, a force kept it shadowed so only lips were visible. Even though they were pulled in a frown, there was a childish quality to it.

Sianna stabbed the tip of her blade to the ground. The crystal protested with a screech that caught everyone's attention. "We were told to come here so we may go home."

The figure tilted her head. "And where will home be?"

"Dracarr."

"Of course it's Dracarr. We know it's Dracarr." A new voice said.

Four squishy thumps later, it appeared. A head, dried and darkened with decay, hopped on the ground. "Move out of the way, kid. You're scaring them. Hi!" It smiled at them. Or at least Sianna thought it did. Half its lips were torn off, and its nose was two holes with threads of flesh crisscrossing over them. An eyeball rolled in one socket while the other remained empty.

"Hi." Iari waved.

"Hi," Sianna mumbled, despite herself.

The head's smile widened. "My name is Ubri. And this brat here is Nikava. Don't mind her. She ain't got no manners."

"Shut up before I kick you," Nikava said and lifted her foot. The foreboding aurora from her vanished, and all Sianna could see now was a child playing at some game.

"Hurry up and come inside," the head said as it threw itself backward, dodging Nikava's stomp. "You're taking forever and he's waiting."

The two disappeared inside.

"Well." Deneck put a hand on his hip. "That was different."

"But it's almost over," Lycin said. "Thank the damn saints."

The green mist rose like a wave of water up to him and tree groaned in a way that sounded like a gasp.

Deneck laughed. "I wonder which one is Oien and which one is Vetos."

The tree straightened its branches out, standing tall as its gnarled trunk allowed.

"Oien?"

A whoosh swept next to him.

Deneck looked at the mist. "You're Oien?"

It nodded.

"Then you are Vetos?" Reth asked the tree, his voice a softer rumble than Deneck's playful tone.

The plant swayed from side to side as if dancing.

"Hey! Are y'all going to just wither out there? I said hurry it up!" Ubri's voice shot at them.

Kota, who had been a spectator during the entire dialogue, seemed to snap out of a trance. "Come." Her word was curt but shaky in a way that unnerved Sianna. They had crossed over a corpse, met with creatures of death, seen life itself, and traversed on land floating in the sky. Why would this tiny shack leave her quiet and meek?

But it turned out not to be such a tiny shack. The inside was an open, spacious room despite the half used bookshelves, broken tables, upturned chairs, and two beds that crowded it. The circled floor was a polished material Sianna didn't recognize. It climbed the walls and hung from the ceiling as a giant gray drop frozen in midair. In the middle of the room was a small pool of water that reminded Sianna of the one that had been in Yokir's place, and that is where everyone gathered, a familiar sight for them.

"Y'all don't have to look like you're scared," Ubri said, floating in the water. The few strands of wiry hair on its head haloed around it. "I just sent the squirt to go get him. Find a seat."

"Well I'm not touching that water," Lycin said as he stepped away.

"I found you a chair, Sianna. Sit next to me." Aldermeck was on a stool and she patted the wooden chair next to her.

"Sianna." Reth came up to her. He handed her a small cushion that smelled of wax. "I hope this will make you more comfortable."

Deneck, standing next to him, gaped at Reth like he had shouted a string of obscenities. In his hands was another shabby looking cushion also stained with wax.

"What are you gawking at, Deneck?" Aldermeck said with a smirk. "I'm waiting for my cushion."

He handed it to her, grabbed Reth by the arm, and pulled him away with hushed but demanding words.

Once Sianna settled in, she looked around just as Ubri started to sing an upbeat song as it continued to float in the pool. Lycin and Calera sat across from her but for once he wasn't sending loathsome smirks her way. The ground held his stare and there was something troubling in the way he sat. Kota shared his solemn face as she sat on the ground, staring at Ubri but not really seeing it.

The only animated ones in the room were Iari, Reth, and Deneck. The two Rhokin were caught in a conversation that had Deneck wide-eyed and grinning and Reth shaking or nodding his head. Iari bounced from bookcase to bookcase, fascinated by some dusty rock, dried herb, thick book, or some other nonsense Sianna didn't see any use for.

"Sianna." Aldermeck pushed her hair behind her ears and smoothed the strands that poked out from her braid. "Stop pouting and looking so worried."

Her words caught in her throat when she heard Ubri start a new song.

He stole the fire for you

Dee-la-dee-la-lee

In your hands it turns to jewels

Dah-lee-dah-lee-la

He gifts a cloud to you

Dee-la-dee-la-lee

In your hands it is a lute

Dah-ack!

An unsettling thump interrupted the tune as a rock flew at Ubri, hit it on the forehead, and plopped into the water. "You could've just told me to shut up. At least the brat gives me a warning," it said.

"Shut up," the one that threw the rock said.

Sianna shifted in her seat, the atmosphere in the room confirming everyone in it was sharing her thought: What was a Brother from the Unseeing doing here?

The man wore the dark robe of the Brothers--in fact, Sianna realized Nikava had appeared in a miniature copy of it too. His hood was down revealing his long braid the color of rust upon black. He smiled, the gesture pushing up the yellow blindfold that peeked through his overgrown bangs.

"Brother?" Aldermeck said, rising from her seat.

He gave a chuckle but didn't confirm nor deny it. "Nikava is working on the gateway to send you home. It will take a while."

"For such a magickal land, things sure take a while here," Lycin said.

"And here I was under the impression that you needed my help and would be grateful."

He grunted.

"Please," the Brother that could also not be a Brother said as he walked. His movements were precise, weaving through the furniture and avoid the objects on the floor. "Tell me your names."

Kota stood up and gave the impression she was going to speak.

He turned to her. "I already know yours, and I don't wish to speak to you."

She faltered and sat back down.

"Um. Hi. My name is Iari." As always, he was the first to volunteer information.

An eyebrow popped above the blindfold. "And what a gifted user."

Before Iari could reply, the Brother turned away. "And you, my dears?"

Aldermeck crossed her legs. "I am Meryl Aldermeck and this is Sianna Rayoss. Who are you?"

"Can Sianna not speak for herself?"

"I can, but why bother saying what you already know now?" Sianna said.

A smirk. "How very true."

"But you can still say what your name is."

"Another true statement. Such brilliance."

"Such elusion."

This time he laughed. "Tanis. That is what you can call me."

Kota flinched.

Tanis nodded at the Rhokin. "And these beings?"

With a wary look at their sers, they answered.

"Deneck."

"Reth."

"That leaves only two more names to learn, one of which I won't exactly care for." Tanis motioned to his left.

Lycin glowered at him. "Then why bother?"

"Because it's always useful to know the names of tools you may use later."

His glare deepened, but he answered like it was pulled out of him. "I'm Lycin Gabard and this is Calera. Congratulations. You now know all our names."

"And yet they don't matter. I only wished to extend a custom you were familiar with in hopes of making you all comfortable. Did it work?"

No one answered.

"I figured."

"Shoulda gone with the story," Ubri said. It had somehow exited the pool and was rolling on the ground, leaving a trail of water behind it. "These mortals always love their stories."

"Stories?" Sinna asked. "What story?"

There was something about Tanis that gripped her, gripped everyone, since he appeared, and though he emitted an intimidating presence and spewed cold words, she was curious about him. She leaned forward as she waited for his response.

Tanis said, "I'll tell you a story if you tell me a story."

She hadn't expected that answer.

"Yes. Tell me the story that has your entire nation in its grip." He brought his finger to his lips. "Tell me of Nata."

"Oh, this is gonna be great," Ubri said. It rolled up to Reth's feet and bumped into them with a squish. "Hey, do you think you can help me here, friend? See the table with the cushions next to you? Mind hauling me up there? The floor can really be a pain in the neck."

Reth blinked at him. The talking head hummed as he picked it up and placed it where it had asked.

Deneck snorted. "That's a nice pet you have there."

"Yup. Don't even have to worry about feeding me," Ubri said, its eyeball rolling over to stare at Deneck. "Hey, I think I'm missing a few pillows here."

Lycin's chair creaked as he threw himself back on it and crossed his arms. "This is stupid and pointless. Why are you asking for stories? And as someone dressed like a Brother shouldn't you know about Nata?"

"It never hurts to hear how others see their history," Tanis said. "Or perhaps I'm simply trying to keep my guests entertained while what they wait for is being prepped."

Sianna stood. "I'll tell it then. Will that satisfy you?" She didn't understand the strange need in her to hear his tale, but she felt there was a truth in it they needed to hear. Something that would help them.

He walked to her, his stare piercing despite the blindfold. Tanis' hand hovered by her cheek before twirling a lock of her hair. "Yes."

She smiled, somehow knowing he'd see it, and pulled on one of his overgrown bangs. "Fine then."

She knew this story by heart. It had been one of her favorite songs sung to her before bed. It was lengthy, detailing Nata's life and death, and her mother would break it up over several nights. But like hell Sianna was going to sing it.

"Nata was a demigoddess born to a nameless mortal man and an immortal mother named Ayanke, the goddess of spring," she said, hoping to keep it brief. "When Nata grew into a woman, Ayanke decied to send her to our world to teach us of the goddess' message: to reject death and embrace life. Whatever the hell that means. To help and watch over Nata, Ayanke sent her down with her three saints. Niv, Ano, and Keen. Together, they crossed through many lands and spread the goddess' message.

"As they continued to do that, Death grew jealous and angry. Nata was taking away his worshipers and making people fear dying. Death lured the saints away from Nata and tricked her out of her immortality by eating a pomegranate it offered to her under disguise. It then took her life and the saints returned a corpse to the goddess.

"Lost in her mourning, Ayanke didn't bring a spring for 300 years. Death roamed the lands freely, bringing famine, illness, and hopelessness. The people pleaded for spring, for rebirth and life, by worshiping Nata's words and message. Ayanke heard their prayers and how much the people still loved her daughter and returned spring to them. Praying to Nata is still continued now because accepting Nata's grace prevents Ayanke's mourning and allows spring to come to the land." Sianna took a breath. "Supposedly."

Tanis nodded and clapped his hands once. "You told it perfectly as I've heard it countless times before."

She frowned. "Then why the hell-"

"Let me tell you the real story. Of Nata and of Death. And of how his power was stolen."

A bang echoed in the room and everyone turned to see Iari pick up the book he had dropped, but his stare was on Tanis. "You know about wha' happened? Do you also know abou' the Eye of Artemis?"

A flicker of something crossed his face. "Yes. Do you have it with you now?"

He nodded.

"Would you be so kind as to tell me where you found it?"

"Et'tune had it," Kota said.

His eyebrows shot up. "Et'tune? How curious. It's a shame the eye can't be used now. I'm sure it would be nice to return to your world with your problems already solved."

Iari lit up. "You know 'ow to use it? Can you teach me? I know I can do it! And that way Kota can stay here and be close to home!"

"Iari!" Kota scolded.

"I just wan' to 'elp!" he told her.

Tanis chuckled. "I admire your desire. I really do, but it's impossible."

"Why?"

"Only the power that created the eye can access what's inside of it."

Iari frowned in that way that pulled his scars together to reveal the sadness he always hid. "And wha' power created it?"

Kota hissed. "Iari. Stop."

Tanis put up a hand to silence Kota and then extended it to Iari. "I really like you. Sit over here with us. I'll tell you all a truth lost to the land of mortals."

"How ominous." Deneck smiled.

"Very." He returned the gesture. "But I'm going to start before Nata's birth to a time when only suns and moons existed. From one of those suns, a dragon was born and from a moon, another. The two dragons battled to rule the lands beneath them that were barren, ready to take the shape of whoever won. It was the sun dragon, Et'tune, and goddess of all life that triumphed."

Et'tune.

Sianna felt the ghost of her windy words on her skin and saw everyone react like they felt them too.

Tanis paused as if sensing their thoughts. "Yes, the other dragon was the god of death, Varin. He left Et'tune to her world of life and made his own where creatures of death roamed. For centuries it was so until one day Et'tune appeared before Varin asking for help.

"'My people are upset, and I don't know why,' she had said.

"'It is because you're vain and do not listen to them," he answered.

"She left and took his advice...to an extent. She went down to her world and impregnated herself with one of its men. She raised the child, Nata, until she was a woman all the while instilling in her that life was the only truth. And so Et'tune sent Nata down to the people, accompanied by Niv, Ano, and Keen, three lesser gods of life Et'tune created. But Nata didn't spread her mother's message. She listened and found out the people were tired. Tired of living in a world that only held life. Where there was no end. Only the same thing over and over.

"'Go to Varin and ask for his help. Work together to bring what the people want,' Nata told her mother. But she didn't listen, angry her daughter disobeyed, and banished her from the temple. Niv, Ano, and Keen were stripped of their divine nature and thrown back as mortals. Varin saw this and felt sympathy for Nata so he went to her." Tanis stopped and smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "The two eventually fell in love."

"In love?" Aldermeck's face scrunched up.

"Yes." He nodded. "So much so that the two had a little girl. But their happiness wasn't long lived. Nata couldn't ignore the people's misery. She begged Varin to bring his touch upon the world. And his love for her was so great that he released it. Plague. Illness. Pain. Infertility. Death.

"It freed the people, but it also brought a new concept. Suffering. And it soon fell upon their daughter who was more mortal than divine. Nata saw her suffer and die. She loved Varin and didn't blame him for what happened, but her heart couldn't take it. She too wanted to die, but as half a goddess, her life, powers, and memories were immortal. But Varin loved her so much, he found a way. He sealed her powers and memories. And so, Varin gave her a little piece of him so that she could die.

"Enraged with her daughter's actions and at Varin's taint in her world, Et'tune abandoned it and created a new world known to you as Ayodite. Heartbroken, Varin returned to his world too."

"The Fresh Corpse," Kota mumbled.

"It took centuries for Varin to return to his temple, but when he did, that was when his power was stolen. It was shameful, really. He never noticed the intrusion until it was too late. A man found his way through the Fresh Corpse and with the help of his blood magick created a portal to Varin's temple using his very creatures as materials for his spells. This human stole Varin's runes, pieces of the moon egg he was born from. There was a fight, but with Varin's power literally in the man's hands, death was defeated.

"Within the bowl that held those runes was also the stone that held Nata's memories, and when a weakened Varin saw it gone, he believed it had also been stolen. But it seems it actually ended up in Et'tune's possession."

"Wait," Sianna said. "That stone holding Nata's memories is the eye, right? The wizard wanted us to get it, but how are some old goddess' memories supposed to help us?"

Kota sighed. "The eye is a powerful artifact. It can amplify magick, and the wizard can use it as a channeler to find the necromancer. We find him, we find the runes, return death's powers, and the Magus will leave."

"How do you even know all this?" Lycin asked Tanis. "Your story could be just that. A story."

The corner of Tanis' lips twitched up. "Et'tune wasn't the only one that created lesser gods to help her. Varin did too."

Ubri chortled from its tiny bed, the sound like tiny bones rattling in a smooth bowl. "Second handsomest after me."

Sianna clenched her jaw. The saints were actually gods. Lesser gods but gods all the same and they were in the presence of at least two. Maybe that's why the tension of the room was like a stone ceiling slowly falling on them. She focused on the pool to help gather her thoughts, but it turned out to be a terrible idea. Her dream infiltrated her mind, and all she could see was that black-haired woman and that blurred out man. "Is that portal for us to get the hell out of here almost open?" she asked, gripping her temples.

"It still needs a few more minutes," Tanis said.

She closed her eyes, but the pair was still clear in her mind.

"Sianna?" She felt Aldermeck's hand on her back.

She stood. "I'm going to wait outside."

"Sianna?" Reth said.

"I'm fine, Reth. I just need air." Sianna heard Lycin's tch before she closed the door behind her.

Outside didn't make her feel better. The sky was littered with the bodies of countless creatures, hovering and limp. Some she recognized, but most of the bodies were mutilated and torn. Elongated limbs, broken wings, floating heads, and ripped torsos swirled in the sky. Strings of meat and flesh curled around eyes the size of fists. It all funneled into something that was happening behind the hut, and for such a small structure, it sure hid it well.

Still, she didn't want to go back inside. As she walked, the green mist parted to provide a pathway, but the tree remained still. She wondered if they were Varin's lesser gods too. She wanted to ask but had forgotten their names.

The door opened and footsteps approach her.

"Reth, I said it was okay," she said.

"I'll be sure to let him know." Tanis appeared.

"Oh."

He feigned offense, bringing a hand to his chest. "How such a small word hurts me."

She didn't know how to react, and a line of heat lit across her cheeks. "I'm sorry." She hesitated. "I think."

He gave a crooked smile, and Sianna noticed there was a silver tint to his skin.

Silence. One that Sianna felt increasingly comfortable with despite the corpses--yes, that's what they were--floating above her head. She studied his hair pulled in its loose braid that had been thrown over his shoulder during the flare of his storytelling. It went down to his waist, and it was hard to say what color it was. Sianna saw black, red, orange, and brown strands all overlapping the others. It was tied off with a thin ribbon she suspected had come from the same cloth as his blindfold.

He tucked a strand of bangs behind his ear. "Maybe I need to tell Ubri he's not the most handsome anymore."

Of course he could tell she was staring. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"When one gets stared at, there isn't much else to feel, but in this case I'll take it as a compliment."

She let a single giggle escape. "Is there a reason you're dressed like that?"

"It's very fashionable."

"And impractical."

"But obviously I can see very well."

"Or so it seems."

He leaned closer. "You have pretty brown eyes, and I see you're also a fan of my hairstyle."

She lifted her eyebrow. "Or it's you that's a fan of mine."

"I'm sure I've been wearing it longer than you."

"I'm sure it looks better on me."

"On that I have to agree with you."

A strange implosion sucked the air from around them along with the stray bodies in the sky. "It's ready!" a voice said with childish glee.

"Nikava." Tanis sighed.

"Nikava?" Sianna couldn't believe that bright voice she heard was from the same girl that had greeted them so coldly.

Tanis took Sianna inside to gather everyone to the back of the hut. They stood before a mass grave. All the bodies that had been in the air were piled, overflowing, in a massive hole, and Sianna was careful there was no stench accompanying it. The gore was dyed red like it had rained blood. What looked like ashes and soot floated on top, macabre black water lilies. Nikava looked like a tiny dot against the hill of death.

"Say your goodbyes, everyone!" Ubri bounced by Tanis' feet.

"I rather not," Lycin said.

"Goodbye." Deneck waved.

Kota nodded to Tanis. "Thank you."

He didn't answer her. "Nikava, do it."

The girl lifted an arm and above the grave the sky darkened as if a storm was brewing, churning. A darker black pierced through, literally, as a giant sword descended. Nikava brought her arm down and the sword dropped and impaled the bodies with a splatter of red that reached the onyx hilt. A spark. Fire consumed the corpses, spreading with it a warmth that wasn't felt. A thick line of flames shot across the ground and arched into the air like a passageway. A white fog served as the door.

"There you go." Nikava pointed at the fiery portal. "Home."

The word struck Sianna's chest with fury rivaling the immense bonfire in front of her. She turned to her side to see Reth, and the sensation intensified.

He stuck his chin out. "Yes, Sianna?"

She tapped him on his chest. "Let's go home, Reth."

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Author's Note: What's this? Another update? *gasps* To be honest, I feel like this chapter is boring, but information needed to be known. What better way than to give it as a character telling a story? The answer is many other ways...

Anyway...what do you think of these new characters? Because I apparently can't stop making characters. What do you think of everyone finally going home? Reth and Sianna's changing relationship?

To all my older readers...hello and welcome back! I'm glad you're here despite my SUPER sluggish updates. I hope it was worth the wait. And to my new readers...Hi! I really hope you're enjoying the story.

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