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The moonlight filtered through the ornate windows of Ba Sing Se's upper ring residence, casting long shadows across Aang's room. The young Avatar sat up abruptly, his gray eyes wide and his breathing heavy. His simple orange and yellow sleeping robes were damp with sweat, clinging to his slender frame. The blue arrow tattoos that marked him as an airbending master seemed to gleam in the pale light.
Another night, another decade of Avatar Wan's life.
Momo, his faithful winged lemur, chittered softly and crawled onto his lap. The creature's large green eyes looked up at him with what seemed like concern. His soft white fur appeared silver in the moonlight, and his large ears twitched at every small sound.
"How does it feel to be alone, Momo?" Aang asked, gently stroking the lemur's head. "To be the last of your kind? Sometimes I wonder..."
He trailed off, Naruto's final words echoing in his mind. The woodbender had stood there, his newly mismatched eyes - one bright green, one clouded blue - fixed on Aang with a mixture of disappointment and resignation. His outfit had been torn and bloodied from their fight, yet he had stood tall.
"There you stand. The Good Man doing nothing, while evil triumph and your precious pacifics ways crumble into blood-stained dust. The only victory afforded to you is that you stuck true to your guts. You were a coward, to your last whimper."
Aang pulled his knees to his chest, his orange robes rustling with the movement. "What if I had stayed that night, Momo? What if I hadn't run away when they told me I was the Avatar?"
The memory of that stormy night came rushing back - the fear, the confusion, the weight of responsibility crushing down on his twelve-year-old shoulders. He had written that letter to Gyatso, mounted Appa, and fled into the storm.
"I would have died with them," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I would have fought alongside Monk Gyatso against the Fire Nation, and maybe... maybe..."
"Do you regret it?"
Katara's voice, soft and concerned, came from the doorway. She stood there in her light blue nightgown, her long dark hair loose from its usual braids and flowing down her back. Her mother's necklace gleamed at her throat, and her blue eyes held a deep sadness.
Aang looked up at her, noting how the moonlight made her seem almost ethereal. "Katara... I didn't hear you come in."
She moved into the room, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. "You didn't answer my question, Aang. Do you regret running away that night?"
Aang was quiet for a long moment, his gray eyes distant. "I regret it," he finally admitted. "Every time I think about what happened to my people, to Monk Gyatso... But then..."
He looked up at her, a small smile forming on his lips. "But then I think about meeting you and Sokka. About all the people we've helped, all the friends we've made. I regret running away, but I could never regret meeting you, Katara, Sokka, Toph, even Naruto. Never."
Tears welled up in Katara's eyes, and she rushed forward, wrapping Aang in a tight embrace. Her hair smelled of jasmine, probably from the soap provided by their Ba Sing Se hosts. "Oh, Aang..."
They stayed like that for a while, finding comfort in each other's presence. Finally, Aang pulled back slightly, his expression growing serious. "How are you doing, Katara? After... after what happened with Jet?"
Katara stiffened, her hands dropping to her lap where they began fidgeting with the fabric of her nightgown. The memory was still fresh - Jet, his eyes glazed and empty from the Dai Li's brainwashing, driving his knife into Naruto's chest. The rage and fear that had consumed her, the ice spikes forming and flying before she could even think...
"I..." she started, then stopped, swallowing hard. Her fingers traced the embroidered waves at the hem of her nightgown. "It wasn't a choice I wanted to make, Aang. But when I saw Naruto falling, when I heard Toph screaming his name... it was either Jet or Naruto."
She looked up, her blue eyes meeting Aang's gray ones. "Killing someone should never be simple. But sometimes... sometimes it's as simple as that. It was either watch Naruto die or stop Jet. And I couldn't... I couldn't let Naruto die."
Aang frowned, his young face troubled. The moonlight cast shadows across his arrow tattoo, making it seem to shift and move. "I understand why you did it," he said slowly. "I just... I wish there had been another way."
"We all wish that, Aang," Katara said softly. "But Naruto was right about one thing - we're not children anymore. This war has forced us all to grow up."
"Maybe that's what Avatar Wan was trying to tell me," Aang mused, absently petting Momo, taking Katara by surprise.
"Who is Avatar Wan."
"The first Avatar," Aang answered, and he could see the shock in Katara's face.
"Why did he want to talk with you, you told me that when you want talk with your past lives, you usually talk with Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, Yangchen, and sometimes with Avatar Szeto."
"Avatar Wan said that I needed to see his past life to understand the future. He said victory cannot be achieved without sacrifice. Maybe... maybe he meant I need to sacrifice who I thought I was supposed to be."
Katara reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. Her touch was warm against his cool skin. "Whatever you decide, Aang, remember that you're not alone. Sokka and I... we're here for you. Always."
"And we're here for you too," Aang replied, squeezing her hand back. "You don't have to carry the weight of what happened with Jet alone. Neither does Naruto have to carry the weight of all those lives he's taken. Maybe that's what being a family means - sharing the burden together."
A cool breeze rustled through the room, making the curtains dance. In the distance, they could hear the sounds of Ba Sing Se's nightlife.
"Do you think Naruto and Toph are okay?" Katara asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aang looked out the window at the moon, remembering how Naruto had saved it - and Yue - from Zhao's madness. "Naruto's strong, and so is Toph. They'll look after each other. And maybe... maybe someday, when I've figured out how to be the Avatar this world needs, we'll see them again."
"I hope so," Katara said, rising to her feet. Her nightgown rustled with the movement, the embroidered waves catching the moonlight. "Try to get some sleep, Aang. Tomorrow's another day, and we still have a world to save."
As she reached the door, she paused and looked back. "And Aang? Thank you for being honest with me. About everything."
Aang nodded, managing a small smile. "Thank you for listening, Katara. And for being here."
After she left, Aang lay back down, Momo curling up beside him. The moon continued its journey across the sky, its light a reminder of both what they had saved and what they had lost. In the quiet of the night, Aang closed his eyes and tried to find peace with the path ahead - a path that might require him to become someone different from the boy who had fled the Southern Air Temple all those years ago.
As sleep began to claim him, Avatar Wan's words echoed once more in his mind: "Victory cannot be achieved without sacrifice." And for the first time, Aang thought he might finally understand what that meant.
In the end, maybe that was what growing up really meant - not just getting older, but learning to see the world as it truly was, and finding the strength to face it anyway. As Aang drifted off to sleep, he held onto that thought, and for the first time since Naruto's departure, he felt something like peace.
Morning came too quickly, the sun's rays creeping through the windows of their Ba Sing Se residence. Aang descended the wooden stairs, his footsteps unusually heavy. He was wearing his traditional Air Nomad robes, freshly cleaned but somehow feeling heavier than usual. The wooden steps creaked beneath his feet, each sound echoing in the unusual quiet of the house.
The kitchen came into view, and Aang's heart clenched at the sight. Sokka stood at the counter, mechanically preparing breakfast. He wore his typical Water Tribe outfit, but it looked rumpled, as if he'd slept in it. Dark circles underlined his eyes, and his usual wolf-tail hairstyle was slightly disheveled.
For a brief, painful moment, Aang expected to hear Toph's loud complaints about morning people, or Naruto's cheerful voice asking what was for breakfast while trying to sneak extra portions. The empty spaces at the table seemed to mock him with their silence.
"Morning," Sokka said without his usual enthusiasm, placing a plate of vegetarian dumplings in front of Aang as he sat down. The dumplings were slightly misshapen.
"Thanks," Aang murmured, picking up his chopsticks but not really feeling hungry. Momo landed on the table beside him, chittering softly.
The silence stretched between them, broken only by the occasional clink of chopsticks against plates. It felt wrong, this quiet. Their group had never been quiet - there had always been Sokka's jokes, Toph's sarcastic comments, Naruto's endless stories, and Katara trying to maintain some semblance of order.
Katara cleared her throat, trying to inject some cheer into her voice. "The weather's nice today. Maybe we could go to the market? I heard they're having a special festival in the middle ring."
Her forced enthusiasm fell flat. Sokka just pushed his rice around his plate, not even reacting when Momo darted forward and snatched a dumpling from his bowl.
Aang watched the lemur scamper away with his prize, then pushed his own plate toward Momo. "Here, buddy. I'm not very hungry anyway."
"You need to eat," Katara said softly, but there was a note of concern in her voice.
"I can't," Aang replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Every time I try, I just keep seeing... keep remembering..."
"Remembering what?" Katara prompted gently, though she already knew the answer.
"How I almost killed him," Aang's voice cracked. "Naruto. I was so angry, so convinced I was right... I nearly..." He looked down at his hands, horror evident in his gray eyes. "If you hadn't stopped me, Katara..."
"You messed up," Katara said bluntly, causing both Aang and Sokka to look up at her in surprise. She stood there in her blue tunic, her hair neatly braided. "You messed up badly, Aang. We all did, in different ways. But you know what?"
She slammed her hands on the table, making the dishes rattle. "If Naruto and Toph were here right now, they wouldn't let us sit here feeling sorry for ourselves. Toph would probably earthbend us right out of our chairs!"
A ghost of a smile touched Sokka's lips. "And Naruto would be giving one of his speeches about never giving up..."
"Exactly!" Katara exclaimed passionately. "They would tell us to get up, to keep fighting, to fix what we broke instead of just wallowing in guilt about it!"
"But how?" Aang asked, his voice small. "How do we fix this?"
Sokka finally looked up from his plate, his blue eyes clearing slightly. "Remember how it was in the beginning, Aang? Just the three of us, before we met Naruto or Toph? We didn't know what we were doing then either, but we kept going."
"But this is different," Aang protested. "Naruto might never forgive me for what I did, for what I almost did..."
"Maybe not," Sokka agreed, reaching out to place a hand on Aang's shoulder. His grip was firm, grounding. "But fixing Ba Sing Se is a good start. The city needs us, needs the Avatar. And maybe... maybe by helping these people, we can start making things right."
Katara nodded, her blue eyes bright with determination. "The Dai Li's control is broken, but the city is still in chaos. People are confused, scared. They need guidance, need hope."
"And they need food," Sokka added, a bit of his old humor returning as Momo made another successful raid on his breakfast. "Though apparently, so does Momo."
For the first time in six days, a genuine laugh escaped Aang. It was small and brief, but it was there. "I think Momo misses Naruto sneaking him extra treats."
"We all miss them," Katara said softly. "But they're out there somewhere, probably causing all sorts of trouble. You know how those two are - they can't help but help people, even when they're trying to lay low."
"Toph's idea of 'blending in' was to create an underground fighting ring," Katara added, shaking her head fondly.
"They never did things halfway," Aang said, pushing his chair back and standing up. His orange robes caught the morning light, making the yellow trim glow. "You're right, both of you. They wouldn't want us to give up."
"So what's the plan, Avatar?" Sokka asked, and there was something of his old self in the question - the strategist, the planner, the one who could see the path forward.
Aang walked to the window, looking out over the vast expanse of Ba Sing Se. The morning sun cast long shadows across the city. "We start with what we can do right now. Help the people who need it most. Show them that the Avatar hasn't abandoned them, that there's still hope."
"And we keep our eyes and ears open," Sokka added. "Naruto and Toph aren't exactly subtle. Someone's bound to hear something about a blind earthbender and a woodbender with mismatched eyes."
"Until then," Katara said, moving to stand beside Aang, "we do what they would do. We help people, we fight for what's right, and we don't give up."
"No matter how hard it gets," Aang agreed, turning back to his friends. His gray eyes had lost some of their haunted look, replaced by a familiar determination. "Naruto was right - I need to grow up. And maybe part of growing up is learning from your mistakes and trying to fix them, even when you're not sure how."
Sokka stood up, brushing off Momo who had been trying to steal the last of his breakfast. "Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm tired of moping around. There's a city out there that needs help, and we're the ones crazy enough to try fixing it."
"Just like old times," Katara said with a smile.
"Almost," Aang replied, but his voice was stronger now. "But maybe that's okay. Maybe we need to prove to ourselves - and to them - that we can be better than we were. Better than I was."
The morning sun continued to rise over Ba Sing Se, its light touching the broken walls, the confused citizens, the scattered remnants of the Dai Li's control.
As they prepared to face another day, Aang looked at Momo, who had finally settled on his shoulder with a satisfied chirp. "You know what, buddy? I think I'm actually hungry now."
Sokka immediately snatched his remaining dumpling away from Momo's reaching paw. "Oh no you don't! This one's mine. I'll make more for breakfast - real breakfast this time, not just whatever I could throw together while feeling sorry for myself."
"I'll help," Katara offered, already moving toward the kitchen area.
"As long as you don't try to add sea prunes to everything," Sokka teased, ducking the water whip his sister sent his way.
And for the first time since Naruto and Toph had left, laughter filled their home again - not as loud or as complete as before, but real nonetheless. It was a start, and sometimes, that was enough.
Later
"So, how do we do this? Do we just barge into people's homes and tell them that the War is real and that the Dai Li are no longer around?" Sokka suggested with a small grin.
"The General is still alive, and his army are looking everywhere for Naruto," Aang said. His voice was steady, different from his usual cheerful tone. "It's been six days. We need to face them."
Sokka looked up from where he sat cross-legged on the floor, a map of Ba Sing Se spread before him. "Face them? Aang, we're talking about a thousand trained soldiers and their General. The same General who's probably not too happy about what happened to his Dai Li allies."
"I won't fight them," Aang said, then paused, his grip tightening on his staff. The wood creaked under his fingers as his expression hardened. "But if they want to fight... then I'll fight them."
Katara and Sokka exchanged surprised glances. The tone in Aang's voice was unfamiliar – there was a steel edge to it that hadn't been there before. It wasn't anger or aggression, but rather a quiet resolve that seemed to have crystallized during these past six days.
"The city's already in chaos," Sokka said, standing up and walking to the window beside Aang. Below, they could see people gathering in small groups, talking in hushed voices. "Everyone's asking questions. Half the palace is destroyed, and there's that massive tree growing where the east wing used to be – Naruto's last gift to the city, I guess."
Sokka's mention of Naruto made them all wince slightly. The wound was still fresh.
"The General can't keep this up forever," Sokka continued, his tactical mind working through the possibilities. "He has two choices: either keep lying to the people about the war, which is getting harder by the day, or finally tell them the truth. Without the Dai Li's iron grip on information..."
"I never thought I'd say this," Aang interrupted, his voice quiet, "but I'm grateful the Dai Li won't be a problem anymore." He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, there was a new clarity there. "This city has been living a lie for too long. They deserve to know the truth, and as the Avatar, it's my responsibility to tell them."
Katara stood up from her place by the small cooking fire, concern etched on her face. "Aang, I understand what you're saying, but this could cause panic. The people here have been sheltered from the war for decades. Learning the truth all at once..." She left the sentence hanging.
"That's why we need to talk to General Jiguang first," Aang said firmly.
Sokka raised an eyebrow. "The same General that Naruto nearly killed? The one who's probably plotting our capture right now?"
"Yes," Aang replied simply. "He's a soldier, but he's also sworn to protect this city. He must care about these people, or he wouldn't have dedicated his life to protecting them."
"Even if that protection was based on lies?" Katara asked.
Aang turned to face his friends fully. "Especially because it was based on lies. Think about it – he's spent his entire life believing he was protecting these people. I believe that deep down he made the decision that he thought was the right one to make, but now, he has to make another one, but this time, they will have the Avatar to protect them."
"Or he might be angry that we disrupted the system that kept peace in Ba Sing Se," Sokka pointed out.
"Peace built on lies isn't real peace," Aang said, and for a moment, he sounded older than his twelve years. "Avatar Wan showed me that sometimes we have to face uncomfortable truths to move forward. The people of Ba Sing Se deserve that chance."
Katara moved closer to Aang, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You've changed," she said softly. It wasn't an accusation, just an observation.
Aang nodded slowly. "I had to. Naruto was right about one thing – I was being childish, thinking we could end this war without making hard choices. But he was wrong too. There's a difference between making hard choices and losing your humanity."
"So what's the plan?" Sokka asked, already reaching for his map again.
"We send a message to General Jiguang," Aang said. "Not a challenge, but an invitation to talk. Just him and us. If he's the honorable soldier he claims to be, he'll come."
"And if he brings his army?" Katara asked.
"Then we'll know exactly what kind of man he is," Aang replied. "But I don't think he will. He's seen what we can do – what I can do. He knows force won't solve this."
Sokka studied the map intensely. "We should meet somewhere public enough that he can't try anything without witnesses, but private enough for a real conversation."
"The Spirit Garden in the Upper Ring," Katara suggested. "It's always peaceful there, and it's considered neutral ground."
Aang nodded in agreement. "Perfect. We'll send the message today. It's time to end the lies in Ba Sing Se."
As they began planning the details of their meeting, Aang walked back to the window. In the distance, he could see Naruto's massive tree, its branches reaching toward the sky like accusing fingers. It was a reminder of everything that had happened, of the friends they'd lost, and the choices that had led them here.
But it was also a symbol of growth, of change, of new life sprouting from the ruins of the old. Maybe that's what Ba Sing Se needed – a chance to grow something new from the ashes of its decades-old deception.
"Aang?" Katara's voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Are you sure about this?"
He turned to face her, and for the first time in days, a small smile crossed his face. "No, I'm not sure. But I'm ready. Whatever happens, we face it together."
Sokka rolled up his map with a determined snap. "Well, I guess we better write that message then. Anyone know how to address a letter to a General who might want to arrest us?"
Despite the grim look, they all shared a brief laugh. It felt good. But as Aang sat down to help compose their message to General Jiguang, he could feel the weight of Avatar Wan's words pressing on him: Victory cannot be achieved without sacrifice.
Naruto
"Toph?"
The word hung in the air, and for the first time in years, Toph felt truly blind. She had been so focused on tracking the Fire Nation patrols, on mapping the changes in her city, that she'd missed the approaching footsteps she should have felt from a mile away. Her whole body tensed, muscles coiling like a cornered animal.
Naruto turned first, his green eye-widening in recognition. She looked both exactly the same and completely different from when he'd last seen her six months ago. Her clothes were still immaculate, her posture still perfect, but there was something haunted in her eyes now. The Fire Nation occupation had left its mark.
"I... I thought it was you," She said, her voice trembling slightly. "I saw you from across the street, and I couldn't believe..." She took a step forward, one hand reaching out.
Toph turned slowly, her unseeing eyes narrowing, her face settling into an expression that could have been carved from stone.
"Long time no see... mother," she said, her voice disdainful. There was a long silence between them until Toph tilted her head a little and spoke again.
"Still wearing those silk shoes from Ba Sing Se, mom?" Toph's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Good to know some things never change. Did the Fire Nation occupation even make a dent in your wardrobe budget?"
Poppy Bei Fong shifted uncomfortably, the soft rustle of expensive fabric telling Toph everything she needed to know. Through her earthbending, she could feel the familiar weight distribution of someone used to luxury, someone who hadn't missed a single comfortable day despite the city's suffering.
"I suppose the Bei Fong family estate is still standing tall and proud?" Toph continued, her words sharp as steel. "While the rest of the city burns, you probably still have your weekly tea parties. Tell me, mother, what was the price tag for keeping your precious lifestyle? Did dad have to kiss some Fire Nation boots? Or did he just hand over the keys to the city?"
"Toph, please—" her mother started.
"No, wait, let me guess. Maybe he's helping them collect 'taxes' now? Or is he just pointing out which families are worth squeezing dry?"
"That's enough!" Poppy's voice cracked with emotion. "I'm just... I'm so happy you're here. We've been so worried—"
"Worried?" Toph barked out a laugh that held no humor. "That's rich. I've been gone for months, fighting to save the world, and now you're worried? Where was that concern when you kept me locked up like some fragile piece of pottery?"
"We want you to come home," Poppy said softly. "Where you'll be safe. Where we can protect you—"
The ground cracked beneath Toph's feet, spider-web fissures spreading outward. "Home? SAFE?" Her voice rose with each word. "I'm not coming back to that prison. Ever."
"Please, sweetheart, you don't understand. The city isn't safe anymore. If you come with me now, no one will hurt you—"
"Hurt ME?" Toph's disgust was palpable. "I'm one of the greatest earthbender in the world. I don't need protection, especially not yours. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm not alone." She gestured toward Naruto.
Poppy's eyes finally settled on Naruto, studying him with growing recognition. "You... you were with the Avatar when—"
"Yeah, he was," Toph cut in. "But things change. Naruto and I are here to free Gaoling. Though from what I can tell, you and dad don't need saving. Seems like you worked out a cozy little arrangement with our occupiers."
"It's not like that," Poppy protested. "Your father... he's doing what he can to protect our people—"
"Protect?" Toph scoffed. "Is that what we're calling it now? Because from what I've seen today, the only things being protected are your precious social status and bank accounts."
Naruto, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. "Mrs. Bei Fong, with all due respect, your daughter isn't the helpless blind girl you think she is. She's been fighting battles you couldn't imagine, saving lives, making a real difference."
"And who are you to tell me about my own daughter?" Poppy's voice took on an edge of aristocratic disdain.
"He's someone who actually sees me for who I am," Toph said firmly. "Not what you want me to be."
"Toph, please," her mother's voice softened again. "Whatever you're planning... it's dangerous. The Fire Nation's control here is absolute. They have new weapons, new tactics. This isn't like your adventures with the Avatar."
"You're right about one thing," Toph's smile was fierce. "This isn't like my adventures with Aang. This time, we're not playing nice."
"What does that mean?" Poppy asked, alarm creeping into her voice.
"It means," Naruto stepped forward, his green eye glinting in the fading light, "that we're going to do whatever it takes to free this city. And if that makes some wealthy collaborators uncomfortable... well, that's just an added bonus."
Poppy drew herself up, her aristocratic bearing returning. "I see. So you're the one filling my daughter's head with these dangerous ideas."
Toph laughed, genuinely this time. "Oh mom, you have no idea. Naruto actually had to talk me down from starting a riot this morning. I wanted to destroy those metal walkways, but he convinced me we needed a plan first."
"Metal walkways?" Poppy asked, confused by the seemingly random detail.
"Yeah," Toph's grin turned predatory. "The Fire Nation's brilliant idea to control earthbenders. Too bad they never figured out I can just throw a very big rock and destroy the entire thing."
Poppy gasped. "That's impossible—"
"Impossible?" Toph raised her hand, and a nearby metal lamppost groaned and twisted like a ribbon in the wind. "You know what's really impossible, mom? The fact that you and dad still think you can control me. That you still think I need protecting."
"We're your parents," Poppy pleaded. "We love you."
"Love?" Toph's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Love is accepting who I am. Love is supporting me, not caging me. Love is what Naruto shows me every day, believing in me, fighting beside me, treating me like an equal."
Naruto's hand found Toph's, squeezing gently. The gesture wasn't lost on Poppy, whose eyes widened in understanding.
"You and... him?" she whispered.
"Yes, mother. Me and him. And before you start with the whole 'but he's not from a noble family' routine, save it. He's a better person than any of those stuck-up nobles you wanted to marry me off to."
"Your father won't—"
"My father won't what?" Toph challenged. "Approve? News flash: I stopped caring about his approval a long time ago. Right around the time he decided keeping up appearances was more important than standing up to the people oppressing his city."
"You don't understand the complexities—"
"Oh, I understand perfectly," Toph cut her off. "You're collaborators. You made your choice. Now I'm making mine." She turned to Naruto. "We should go. We've got plans to make."
"Toph, wait!" Poppy called out desperately. "Please... at least come see your father. Let us explain—"
"There's nothing to explain," Toph said firmly. "Tell dad I said hi. And tell him to pick a side soon, because when we start taking this city back, there won't be any middle ground left to stand on."
With that, Toph stomped her foot, and a wall of earth rose between them and her mother. She turned to Naruto, her unseeing eyes filled with determination.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
"I will be," she answered. "Once we show this city what real resistance looks like, " she paused and smirked, "Sorry about the drama with my family and my idea to use very big rocks."
"Are you kidding?" Naruto grinned. "The look on your mom's face was priceless. Besides, let them worry about what else you can do. Fear's a powerful weapon."
"Speaking of weapons," Toph's expression turned serious, "we should probably move our timeline up. Mom might not say anything, but dad... he's got too much to lose. He'll tell the Fire Nation we're here."
"Agreed," Naruto nodded. "Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow," Toph confirmed. "Time to show this city what the nightmare of Gaoling can really do."
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