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Hero Worship

Part 4: Age of an Empire

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Bellarosaria, the Kingdom of Scarlet Roses, was a large and prosperous kingdom of mage warriors. The red mages of Bellarosaria were renowned for their ability to seamlessly sweep from one stance to the next, weaving fire and ice, blade and steel, and healing waves of water and wind in an elegant dance of destruction and creation. Their techniques were flawless in the way they could simultaneously sheer flesh from bone, and mend it in the same breath.

Over the past month, the kingdom of Bellarosaria had been in mourning over their late champion. They laid to rest their hero of light; Crimson of the Scarlet Roses. Crimson was an Au Ra that hailed from Bellarosaria that was merciless in his ability to cut down his enemies, and fiercely benevolent to the injured. Crimson had brought back almost as many people from the front lines alive as he left bodies of his enemies. He was laid to rest in the royal rose garden, his body now being used to nourish velvet roses that were just as soft and sharp as he was in life.

It was his wish that he be buried beneath a rose bush, as most royals in Bellarosaria are, but the king thought it best to place him in the royal gardens despite his mage’s protests. Crimson had been corrupted by the Dominus Dragon after all, and who knew what lingering effects would last on bones touched by that kind of soul ripping darkness.

They needn’t have worried. No more than a week had passed and the bush was already in full bloom, the petals a deep, ocean blue. The rarest of roses, not even of the like that were planted, yet bloomed with a deep, calming profanity that befitted the Au Ra in life.

Blue flowers hold a significance in Bellarosaria. They represent tranquility and peace. Crimson’s final message to his people that he had finished what he set out to do, and can now rest. There was truly no way to know exactly what had caused the mutation. I could be the lingering remanence of the Dominus beasts, or the innate magic inside Crimson’s bones that were buried there. There was plenty of debate, but the king refused the mages to touch the roses for research.

It’s in bad taste to relinquish a beautiful gift in the name of curiosity. A philosophy that had lead Bellarosaria away from plenty of the banal pitfalls of mage kingdoms. Though, maybe if they had looked further into this, they may have had a chance to avert the fate their kingdom faced. Blue roses are a rare moniker indeed, with plenty of useful properties. A single one of the petals could be used to bring a man back from the brink of death. With a little manipulation, the energy from those blooms could be used to replicate almost any magic. Turns out that Crimson was a blue mage at heart.

Imagine what the people of Bellarosa could have done with those petals had they the time to research them. Alas, that’s not the fate that was to befall the kingdom. No, they had a much grander fate instore.

The people were gathered near the gates of Bellarosaria, the king standing atop it with his guard.

“It is this, the last day of mourning, that I reveal to you all our final tribute to Crimson De Bellarosairia.” King Florence spoke, a powerful Au Ra with a crown of horns atop his head, his body clad in flowing red velvets, his cape’s velvet arranged to flash rose petals in the shimmering wake of the light. “Crimson will be awarded royal status, and any and all of his children will be elevated to royal standing. And here we honor him with his own coat of arms.”

The Au Ra lifted his blade, a ceremonial rapier accented with gold and inlaid with rubies. He flicked the blade, the rubies glinting with magic as the sound of strings being snapped and thread being unfurled filled the square. Tapestries unfolded across the ramparts of the wall, the fabric rolling down and letting loose rose petals as they did, catching the wind and twisting in the air. The coat of arms was perfect for Crimson. The background was divided into four sections, alternating a brilliant scarlet and deep azure blue. In the center was the coat of arms, a shield displaying a single rapier slicing down, a gauntlet holding up a ruby crystal focus, and framed by a blooming blue rose.

“Crimson gave his life for us, so that we may go on living, and have a life there after,” the king nodded. “This is the most that I can do to honor him, and yet it’ll never be enough.”

The wind swayed, carrying the petals about like dancing velvet brushstrokes. The people cheered and lifted their goblets. The time of mourning was more of a celebration of life, the partying non-stop and the booze ever flowing. Music swelled as the people started dancing and cheering at the final memorial spot. A massive feast was prepared for the final night. Life would move on in the morrow, but the kingdom would be forever changed.

The people danced, the earth beneath them thrumming with music and their goblets rippling with the vibrations of their song. That was until they felt another vibration. At first, they thought they might be partying so hard they were threatening the very foundation of their kingdom. Of course, it was a joke that rippled through the crowd as they laughed, but then the vibrations grew stronger. The music died down, the people slowly came to a stop in their dancing.

And yet the thrumming continued.

…brrr…brrr…Brrr…Brrr…

It was getting closer. The king blinked, feeling the vibrations all the way up from the hundred foot walls his kingdom sported. He turned to look out over the fields and farmland. Bellarosaria was nestled into a valley, towering mountains on either side and a large river that cut it in two. The water spilled out down into the countryside, the midday sun making its waters sparkle and shimmer.

…Brrr…Brrr…Brrr…Brrr…

The constant rhythmic thrum sent shivers down the peoples’ spines. The only thing they heard of in modern history that could cause tremors like that was the Dominus Dragon. Had he truly not been slain? Was he coming to end them all, body and soul?

King Florence’s heart raced as he looked out over the expanse, half expecting to see a skeletal army start to pour over the countryside and the sky to be blocked out with soul crushing shadow rain. But something else happened, something he never expected.

A beast, a massive lumbering behemoth, no, behemoths would look like purse rats compared to this beast! The first foot fall came down around the mountain pass, the cobbled roads erupting into dirt and cracked stone, grinding the pavement into the soil below. Then it swung into view, its foot coming around the corner and sweeping up trees as though they were nothing more than tall grass on an unkempt lawn. Lumber, or better described as wood chips, went flying as he turned onto the main path. It was moving so quickly and yet slowly all at once. Florence’s eyes were having a hard time taking it all in as it approached.

To call it a man would be an insult, but it was distinctly man with that massive shlong swinging between his legs. The massive member had to be thicker than the royal carriage and batted around his knees as he swaggered forward. His powerful breast protruded outward to drape his brick and mortar abdominals in permanent darkness, though they tried to reach the sun with how thick that barreled chest bowed outward. Shoulders broad, broad for even this creature’s stature, were swaying with his powerful footfalls, each one sending a tremor through the kingdom.

The beast had a long flowing mane of hair, dark brown with several braids resting against his devilishly handsome smile. His yellow eyes glowed in the sunlight, his powerful jaw looked like it could cut glaciers, and the tight, well kempt beard showed Florence that this beast was more sophisticated than its magnitudes of size gave it credit for.

As it approached he noticed his fur had stripes, orange markings all over him. If Florence didn’t know any better he would say that this titan was a helion, but that couldn’t possibly be so. Hrothgar got large, but they didn’t get to be actual giants! That’s when he noticed something glinting off the titan’s body. As he approached, it was becoming more and more clear that he was wearing something. It sure as hell wasn’t clothing. No, it appeared to be jewelry, but…that wasn’t quite what it was either.

All across the titan’s body golden chains and riggings dangled off him. Piercings on his nipples and ears glinted with massive bands of gold. Wrist bands made of golden arches and chains rested on him, his biceps clad with crisscrossing garlands of metallic strings. It dangled loosely yet was firmly on his body, weaving over itself into loops to adorn his body, and that wasn’t all.

There were people on those chains!

They didn’t appear to be lashed to him, but rather hanging on for the ride. A duo of people were seated in those nipple rings, gently tugging those massive, juicy nips. Various men and women were on his shoulders and arms, holding onto the rings like riggings to…it looked like they were grinding against him? His tail swished out behind him with the force to whip a Calvary off their horses, and yet more golden chains and adornments glinted off them.

Brrr…Brrr…Bromm…Boom…Boom!

It happened so fast, Florence was speechless, frozen to the spot. He was at the highest point of their defensive wall, easily a hundred feet from the ground, and yet he needed to look up and up! The beast came to a stop, putting his hands on his hips as he puffed up his chest proudly and smiled at the king.

“Good, Florence, you’re here,” the beast said his name. “I don’t need to wait for you to show up. That’ll make this easy.”

“H-Holy shit,” Florence pissed himself. He literally pissed his royal silks as he looked up at the beast as his head came in to block the sun and cast him and half the square in shadow. Some people screamed and others were shocked into an awe filled silence. Now that the sun wasn’t in Florence’s eyes he could get a good look at the beast, and that devilishly handsome face tickled a memory, oddly enough of one of Crimson’s fellow Heroes of Light.

“Hero Renard?” Florence babbled out. “Is…is that you? Am I dreaming?”

Andy’s grin grew wider, a dark gleam in his eye as he took in a deep breath through his nose before letting out a contented sigh. A satisfied, maybe more lustful, rumble trickled into that sigh, converting it to something of a moan as though he had just sampled something quite pleasing. He then opened his eyes again, those glowing yellow orbs glaring right at Florence with a powerful weight.

Florence could only think of one thing in that situation, a very fundamental rule of the Au Ra. When a beast stairs you down, it’s thinking of only one thing, and Florence had never felt more like that in his life.

Like prey.

“It’s King Renard now,” Andy rumbled, his voice booming and reverberating in the chest of all the people present.

“I…I thought Gillian…” Florence was so confused, his mind unable to fully contemplate what was happening. His eyes darting over that magnificent frame. He had to be nearly another sixty feet above the damn wall! And thank goodness he wasn’t taller or the women and children would be forced to see the lewd display happening just behind their kingdom’s gates.

“Gillian abdicated the throne to me,” Andy rumbled, his hands gripping his hips, those massive fingers lining his cum gutters, or more like cum storm drains with his size.

“He-He did?” Florence was still trying to pull himself together, but it was hard to do that when the full frame of Andy couldn’t be encompassed in one look. He kept looking over that perfection. Every striation, every vein, every muscle group grinding against each other for space.

“Ask him yourself,” Andy’s grin slipped to one side, a cocky smirk finding his muzzle. He lifted one foot and pressed it against the wall. The entire structure shuddered like a hundred battering rams just slammed into its stone. The structure held, but a few new cracks in the mortar formed.

“I…” Florence had gripped onto a rampart to keep from falling, but he didn’t’ know what to do.

“Look down,” Andy spoke the word around his cocky grin, his monstrous, very carnivorous teeth raking over the word with a hint of both pride and annoyance. Like he was waiting for a vassal to bend the knee.

Florence looked over the wall, inching forward, shaking and worrying he might fall right off. The sturdy wall that he once thought impenetrable felt as fragile as toy blocks teetering on a seesaw. A toy, a plaything that was laughably small for the titan before them. Then he saw it. The golden chains had lashed someone to the top of the Andy’s foot. A golden toe ring gleamed on his ring toe, several chains lacing up over the top of that foot before forming a series of golden loops around his ankle. And in the center of it, covered in protection runes, was a dire wolf, his cock throbbing against his chest, his abdominals a cum covered mess.

“All hail King Andy Renard,” Gillian groaned, his cock spewing his meager load across his chest.

Florence shuddered, in more than just fear. Him and Gillian had spent various nights together during trade negotiations, giving and taking and all that, and he always considered the dire wolf a total stud. But despite him not having changed in stature or size, he looked like a little weakling, cum addicted whore strapped to the foot of a colossus.

“Yeah, don’t worry too much about him,” Andy leaned forward, welled up a wad of spit before letting it fall down and splat wetly against him, the dirt and sawdust from their walk washing off him, the protection runes glowing to keep him safe from harm. “He’s my favorite little herald now. Strapped to the part of me closest to you little worms.”

“W-Why?”

“Ya know, so you can hear him,” Andy smirked, lightly pushing off the wall, the structure rumbling as he put his foot back down. “Anything higher and you might not get a good earful.”

“No, why did he make you king,” Florence was dumbfounded. He had multiple questions, but fuck if he could think straight. It was like the more he looked at Andy, the more he had to accept that the impossible was possible. Unless he was dreaming, he was stumped at how Andy could be so large. With all his magical knowledge, he didn’t know a single way one could get that big without an entire army of mages chanting in unison. And yet, Andy wasn’t accompanied by an army of mages.

“King is only a temporary title,” Andy grinned, his hand coming down, that vicious claw coming to Florence’s neck. The king refused to run despite his mind begging him to flee from danger. He expected that claw to pierce his skull, but instead it dipped under his chin, the single claw scratching under his chin and making the Au Ra shudder.

“So…it’s just King for now?” Florence felt oddly calm, his body relaxing into the affectionate touch. He knew it was unbecoming, but there was simply no resisting a creature that big.

“Yeah, until you surrender your kingdom to me,” Andy grinned darkly. Florence’s eyes shot open and he looked up at the titan. “Then I won’t be a king, I’ll be an emperor.”

“E-Emperor?” Florence blinked. He wanted to say it was ridiculous, to think he could be an emperor just because he asked. Though, he wasn’t asking. There was a real threat there. “Y-You’re joking, right?”

“Does this look like I’m joking?” Andy took a step back, his foot making the ground rumble as he pulled out his hands. The various materia on his body glowing while vast amounts of aether were welling up inside Andy, his massive body able to channel the power proportionate to his growth. The bowling ball sized materia on his rings, chest piece, earrings and nipple piercings shone with power before a large and stout cylinder flashed into existence. It was like a singular section of a pillar that hadn’t been fully built yet. Then another flashed and another. The various materia only able to condense and port one small section of Andy’s weapon as it formed itself in front of him. In the matter of seconds, the air was completely devoid of aether, and Andy’s legendary dragon slaying ax was before him. He reached out one hand and gripped it, swinging it over the heads of the ramparts before resting it on his shoulder. The various rose petals from the ceremony flying up and twisting around the titan in the current his single stroke had caused.

The mages felt weak, the lack of aether to draw from was glaringly apparent to anyone with a modicum of magic potential. Andy’s body had sapped it from all around him, draining the mages of their magic and rendering their spells useless. The one and only weakness Andy had before was his inability to fight magic, but now that his body had such a stronger pull than any mage did to the aether, simply because of the volume of his body, he was like a magical vortex of a low pressure system sucking everything up from all the small various condensed systems, or magic mites below.

“With a single swing I can cleave your gates,” Andy spoke with a sly smile, his threats almost like sexy pillow talk. “With a second, I would make a path large enough for my approaching armies to march right into your kingdom. With a third, your grand wall would be raised to the ground.”

“Armies? Our guards along the boarders should have alerted us to any coming armies,” Florence was having a hard time comprehending exactly what was going on.

“Yeah, about that,” Andy took his pinky and worked between his gigantic teeth before sighing with content as something was freed before them. “Can’t give you a message without a messenger.”

With that Andy flicked his finger, the thing he picked from his teeth flying through the air with such force it knocked one of the guards down to the ground. Florence looked over to see that the item was a bent up helmet of one of his elite guard.

“I don’t take kindly to those who would oppose me,” Andy rumbled. “Was that pathetic excuse of a guard serving under your order when he shot at me and my men?”

“I…I mean yes, but I had no idea…I didn’t know,” Florence panicked, completely lost. What was Florence saying! One of his elite guardsmen were eaten and all he could think about was placating Andy! What was wrong with him. He had heads roll for such a thing! And yet, the thought of even raising his voice, let alone a blade to Andy, was so far out of the realm of reality that he didn’t even think about it.

“You know I could pound your kingdom to dust,” Andy rumbled, his cock twitching, arching up with vigor. Florence looked down, the titan getting off to the idea of storming their gates and rampaging their city. That’s when the king noticed the cock ring around the titan’s titanic member had a Hrothgar lost lashed to it, constantly straddling it from the fluffy pubes of that beast. “I’ll give you until…this petal hits the ground to decide,” he plucked a single rose petal from the air, showing the skill and control he had over that monstrous frame. “If you want to surrender now and become part of the Renard Empire, or be ground into the foundation of my first conquest.”

With that, he let go of the petal, the red piece fluttering down and twisting in the air, mocking Florence with the absurdity of the ultimatum he was given. Surrender to see the empire Andy would make, or die, and be a very small stepping stone upon Andy’s march of conquest. The king looked at the petal, then at Andy again, the beast gripping his ax with a dark gleam in his eye. He wanted him to deny him, daring him with his eyes. He was itching to put steel to bone again, and he didn’t care who was on the receiving end of his ax.

Normally Florence would be repulsed by such a thought, but for some reason, with Andy, it felt right. He deserved this, he deserved the kingdom, he deserved it all.

“I…” Florence caught the word in his throat, a singular brow raising on Andy’s face. That simple look of annoyance was enough to crush the frog in the king’s throat. “I surrender.”

“Heh,” Andy smirked. “Just in time.”

With that he put his ax down, the hilt slamming down on the petal and driving it into the pavement. He then spread his arms wide as he looked at the new kingdom, the new shiny bobble of worship he had just acquired. He took in a deep breath through his nose as he felt the people’s fear and confusion. Already word of Andy’s approach had filtered through the most remote communities. He could smell their fear, the way it soured against his spine in a delicious tingle. It made his bones itch, his muscles tingle, his heart beat faster. When his lungs were full he opened his maw and boomed.

“PEOPLE OF BELLAROSARIA! KNOW THAT YOU HAVE A NEW KING! ANDY THE HERO! ANDY THE KING! RENARD THE EMPERROR NOW OWNS YOU AND I DEMAND YOU BEND THE KNEE TO YOUR NEW RULER!”

The command rolled and echoed off the mountains, his voice so powerful it reached deep in the cellars of the homes opposite the wall. Not many people knew what they were doing, but when a voice from on high demands you do something, most people are going to obey. Andy could feel it, the surrender, the subordination, and the fear, the exquisite fear being the purest form of respect. And respect in its own way, was worship.

Andy could practically hear the whispers, the sound of little knees hitting pavement, a powerful aura welling up from Bellarosaria before it crashed forward like a tsunami.

“Fuck,” Andy groaned, his cock throbbing to full mass instantly as his heart beat hard. Even the king could hear it. “Oh fuck yes…I feel it. I feel all of them. Their lives, their minds, their fucking souls are in my hand.”

Andy beamed as he raised his fists and the first pulse of power rippled through him. It looked like every muscle rippled, striations rolling over his frame like winds over grasslands, only to pump up larger.

“Yes! Submit to me! Worship me! FUCKING FEAR ME!” The power coursing through Andy’s veins was a high he couldn’t contain. A dark, manic smile spread across his lips as his body continued to pulse, rippling up and down, and shifting higher, wider, thicker, stronger, bigger!

Florence thought he was going mad as he watched Andy’s body inching upwards, his form rising higher and higher, his ears twitching as he expanded. The growth was subtle at first, a few flexes, but then it started to ramp up. The bigger Andy got, the more people could see him, the more his shadow encompassed, the more he eclipsed the horizon as he continued to expand. Mind after mind, feeble flea after flea watched as their new emperor grew, his growth accelerating as more eyes roamed over that expanding frame with a deepening fear and overwhelming desire!

Andy grunted as his delts shunted larger, throwing his head one way and then the next to even out. Then his shoulders widened, his cannonball shoulders rippling before ripping outward. The golden chains around his body started to slide over his expanding frame, the loose design making sense. It was slack to make room for the king to grow! The chains clinked and rattled, shimmering like gold coins cascading down a mountain, and what a fucking mountain!

Andy’s pecs shot forward, rippling into place as his abs bowed out to try and compensate for the obscene overhang of those muscle mounds! Each abdominal ground wetly against one another, the trenches between them growing deeper, his lats spreading out wider to force his arms at a wider angle. His feet rumbled, the ground beneath them welling up beside him as his weight dug them deeper while their expanding girth pushed the earth up. Andy’s body bunched up, expanded, and swelled larger, his abdominals slowly cresting over the wall as he continued to expand.

“YES! PUMP ME UP YOU LITTLE SHITS! YOU BELONG TO ME! MAKE ME FUCKING BIGGER—GRR—BIGGER!!!”

Andy’s voice dropped as he flexed his arms, his biceps cresting up slightly above his head as his growth simply exploded. He started at one sixty, but quickly blasted past one eighty. His powerful form pulsing, rippling, pulsing and rippling. Row after row of abdominals was revealed as he continued to expand, getting dangerously close to revealing the monolith he had hidden behind that gate. But unfortunately for that gate, his cock was expanding too, and wasn’t going to wait to be seen.

The king and the guards felt a hard and powerful shudder go through the wall. Andy’s cock pressed against the top of the gait before lifting up higher. At first they thought the gate would hold, but with one dark chuckle and a flex of his cock, the mortar between the stones shattered as that cock raised up the stone above the gait. The ground beneath the king fissured, the stone breaking away from one another as that fleshy head rose, lifting the top of the gait with it. A sudden welling of liquid shot out from the cracks in the stone, squelching up around the king’s toes, squirting up from the pressure of just one jet of Andy’s pre. From the other side it looked like the top of the gait was bowing against pressurized water, cracking and shifting with each beat of Andy’s heart, the sound of grinding stone and crackling wet flesh expanding filled the air.

“Thanks for the kingdom, bitch,” Andy spoke down to the king. “But I’ve no use for you anymore.”

With that, Andy flexed, his cock expanding angrily, the veins throbbing as it pulsed three times, each time welling larger and larger as pleasure surged through Andy’s cock and balls. The floor beneath the king erupted as the entire top of the gate broke from the lower half of the wall and toppled forward. Ten guardsmen and a king, along with two dozen civilians were crushed under the falling debris, but no one paid it any mind as the new ruling rapier of their land crested into view, demanding to be seen as it shot a hot lance of pre over the remaining crowd.

Andy easily broke two hundred feet as his fifty foot cock glazed in pre and dusted in ruble that was oozing off with his milky, virile, slick rose in triumph. The golden chains on his body were lacing up, bunching in places before snagging. They dug into his flesh briefly before snapping and going loose, but that didn’t stop them from clinging to his form. It was designed to break. They still hung around his body as he expanded.

“YES! BOW! BOW TO YOUR NEW EMPEROR! YOUR NEW IDOL OF WORSHIP! BEND THE KNEE AND KNOW MY PROTECTION! RASE YOUR BLADE AGAINST ME AND MEET YOUR END UNDER MY HEEL!”

With that, Andy lifted his foot, each toe expanding outward, the claws gleaming in the afternoon sun. While he raised it his entire body shifted up to two hundred and forty feet! He then slammed it down on the wall, the gait bursting into woodchips, the stone erupting into gravel as he slammed it down into a mound of rubble. Half a dozen more were killed from that explosion, dozens more injured from the shrapnel that ripped out from that show of force.

“YES! I FEEL YOUR WORSHIP! YOUR DEVOTION! YOUR FEAR! YOUR FUCKING RESPECT! MAKE ME BIGGER! I DEMAND IT AS YOUR FUCKING EMPEROR!”

Andy reached both hands forward, his massive clawed mitts gripping his cock and still not meeting each other. He thrusted into his hands, gripping his cock, slicking it, his powerful muscles both expanding and grinding at the same time as he stroked himself in the euphoria of his growth. He was the emperor of this kingdom, but fuck if he wouldn’t mark it his way. The only way that fucking mattered!

As he trusted forward, his balls swung, smacking into another section of the wall, knocking it over as those literal wrecking balls sloshed and swung lower, heavier, more virile, knocking more wall down as Andy feverishly fucked into his grip. The pleasure was mounting and he couldn’t, no, wouldn’t hold back.

“GET FUCKED BELLA-FUCKARIA!!!” Andy roared, his cock lurching and lancing a shot of cum so hard it arched over the city and smacked the steeples of the cathedral, the church bells letting out a wet ding as he unloaded his spunk on the city. The thick jizz smacked down in sheets, slapping buildings and people, gluing them to the roads and nearly drowning them as they were instantly impregnated by his hyper virile sperm. Bellarosaria was about to learn firsthand what Andy’s thoughts on genetic colonizing were.

Andy roared his triumph, a soft cry of warriors from behind him also echoed off the mountains as they saw their emperor expanding in the distance, his back muscles flexing and grinding against one another, fighting for space as he continued to become more effortlessly invincible.

Then it stopped, Andy’s body cresting just over three hundred feet, milking the last few drops of cum from his cock. The spire of his manhood never going soft, now permanently hard and ready to douse the gene pool with more of his brats.

Andy looked on at the now much smaller kingdom, a dark grin on his muzzle as he could still see everything with blaring detail. He could even make out the cracks in the cobblestones from his dizzying height. That’s when his eyes landed on the feast prepared in Crimson’s honor.

“Heh,” Andy rumbled, his thumb coming down to pet Tomac on his now tighter cock ring chain. “Looks like they’re honoring that runt I fucked before. You would have liked that slut, Tomac. You both loved gargling my nuts. The only thing I wish I could bring back from this dump.”

Tomac was a groaning mess, half the backwash from Andy’s nut coming back and washing him in a deep, musky froth.

“At least it’ll be something to feed the troops before we head out to the next kingdom.” Andy rumbled. First his allies would fall into line, then it would be the rest of the world.

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