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Chapter 3: The Healer

Harry rumbled down the suburb street, not paying attention to
the light traffic, but to the lampposts above the street. It only took a moment
to spot his snowy owl perched on one of them, watching his slow progress before
flying to his left. Nodding his head, he accelerated making the same turn
following the white bird.

They had been going do this for most of the day since he got
out of London. He did not know where he was going, but Hedwig did. His familiar
could find anyone and was more than intelligent enough to lead him once he
explained who he wanted to find. It had been a few weeks since the end of term,
but to Harry it had simply been one long day. The book he was studying was
complicated, not because of the spells he planned on using. No, it was the damn
runes. He learned a lot about ancient runes from the book, more than he had
from all the books Bill Weasley had been supplying him with since he secretly
took his apprenticeship with him to be a curse breaker a few years ago. Still,
these runes were almost NEVER used, as the branch of magic�s they represented
were a lost art. Martyrs, after all, did not have long life expectancies.

Keeping one eye on the road and one on the rooftops and light
poles, Harry spent a few minutes navigating the winding road until he spotted
Hedwig sitting on top of a nice, two story home with a fenced in backyard. A
four-door, steel gray Bentley was parked in the driveway. Harry pulled his bike
alongside noticing it was a 94� and whistled. There�s an auto that would
make Uncle Vernon proud. Looking up at the house, he took in the site. It
was well maintained, and with the soft blue paint, maybe only a few years old,
if that. Must be three, four bedrooms. And in this neighborhood too. He
snorted. It always surprised him how his mind wandered in these situations.
Looking at the front door, he knew his time was growing short. Either way, she
would be healed. His only doubt was if he was going to survive this day or not.

xxxxxx

Tap tap tap.

Ellena looked up from the book she was staring at. It was the
sound she both hoped and dreaded with all her heart. She had been on pins and
needles since she received the letter from the snowy owl earlier in the
morning. It had been the longest Thursday she had ever had. She quickly stood
up and approached the front door, opening it to reveal a black-haired young man
standing before her with a saddlebag hanging over his left shoulder.

He was dressed in a black polo shirt underneath a thick, black
leather jacket decked in chains and silver studs. His dark jeans were slightly
faded. If his letters had not indicated to them he would be dressed in such a
manner, she would never have recognized him from the few looks they got of him
at Kings Cross over the years. Her husband walked up behind her and placed a
hand on her shoulder. She leaned into it, needing his support. The young man�s
hair hung in a queue to his shoulders with a pair of long dark bangs lay before
his emerald eyes. Unlike their daughter�s description over the years, he was
not wearing his glasses. He had on a pair of electric blue, small-mirrored
sunglasses. His bizarre appearance was completed with a fang like earrings and
a violet bandana wrapped around his forehead.

�Any change?� His voice was dead, lifeless. A complete
contrast to how their daughter wrote of him in the last five years of their
friendship. All she could do was shake her head.

What little light was in his eyes died, but he nodded his
head as if he expected it. They knew little of the man�s plan to help their
daughter, but they knew that was their last hope. They followed him up the
stairs that led to their daughter�s bedroom. She was sleeping fitfully, despite
the magic drink to help her sleep. It was nerve wracking to watch her twitch
and moan.

The young man pulled back the bed sheets and exposed their
only daughter to the air, with the injuries to her front the bandages covered
her almost mummy like around her torso. The young man�s cold eyes showed the
first bit of emotion since he arrived. Tears welled to see his friend in such a
sad state.

Her husband was the first to speak, his voice choked with
emotion. �Are you sure you can help her? That doctor, or healer, said the
medicine or whatever would eventually heal the wound, and it was possible to
heal the physical�damage�later once it did.� She knew as well as Jake that the
damage to her front was more than a bit of damage and beyond anything in their
world. It almost completely disfigured what was once a flawless young woman�s
body. She watched him run one hand through his black hair.

�Pretty sure. It won�t be pleasant to watch though, and
that�s one of the things I needed to talk to you about.� He took a deep breath
and seemed to be steeling himself.

�The spell itself is not complicated, for all that it�s an
old bit of magic. The name of the spell roughly translates as �Hands of the
Martyr�, keep in mind my Egyptian is not very good. Bill agrees with me about
the translation, and he lived there for a year. After the Ministry, I spent
almost a week living in the restricted section looking for something that would
help her. That�s where I found this spell in an old book that probably hasn�t
been opened but once or twice in hundreds of years. It�s an obscure unpracticed
branch of magic. I have some experience in it. My mother, to save my life when
I was one, used one of the spells. I have spent every moment since I discovered
the book studying the spell and everything else in it that references to the
spell. It will repair everything done to her, not even a scar will remain. I
have spent the last few weeks checking my findings using different books from
my godfather�s library that I took with me.

The Ancient Egyptians Pharaohs often commanded one Martyr
whose sole purpose was to keep harm from him. You could think of this book as a
sort a course book if it helps.�

His eyes never left the heavily bandaged form of their
daughter as silent tears ran down his face. Her left breast was easily missing
from under the bandage. Ellena did not know a lot about magic, but whatever was
done to her daughter was not pretty, nice, or easily fixable. The healers from
the school assured them that several of the best minds were working on how to
repair the damage, but so far to no avail. Once she came home, she would be
awake for a few hours and spend almost twenty asleep like she was, in apparent
pain. She had only been home for two weeks, but for her parents, it was a
lifetime in hell. Now their daughters hope to be healed came not from powerful,
knowledgeable wizards and witches, but from one not quite sixteen year old
young man named Harry Potter.

The first letter she had received from him was a few days
after they arrived home. He introduced himself and vaguely wrote of a possible
way to heal her if her current treatments were to fail. They wrote back to him
a few times during the last few weeks, keeping him updated on her progress,
when he informed them he intended to arrive today.

�Martyr�Harry what will this spell do?� Her voice wavered.
She wanted her daughter healed, but she feared for her healer.

His voice was clinical, despite the tears and expression of
emotional pain written all over his face. As if mentioning what the spell would
do would start it, he started talking off his jacket and shirt leaving him
bare-chested. He explained. �Yes, as the name implies the spell requires
sacrifice. Once the process begins, the spell damage to her will be healed. The
cost to the healing is that the damage will be transferred to me, though not in
the way the spell is currently affecting her. It will be transferred to me as
pain. I have been tortured before, a few times as a matter of fact. I am no
stranger to pain or sacrifice.�

With his upper body bare, the evidence of his claim was
apparent. His back was disfigured somewhat with long scars. Some appeared to be
very old meaning he was very young when he took on such injuries. They
crisscrossed his back and sides giving a hard look to his worried skin. Though
his front was not as heavily marred, they could see similar long healed wounds.
Some of his scars though were different, and if some of what their daughter
told them was true, they would have been acquired from his time in the magical
world. Notably among those she noticed was one along his right forearm that
looked like as if it came from a wicked cut, and a healed large puncture wound
of some kind on his left.

Harry pulled out a silver looking dagger that looked like it
belonged in an old movie used to bleed helpless virgins. They could see symbols
were already cut into his shoulder blades and lower back, and they seemed to
seep blood at a slow rate. The scared parents winced when he began lightly
cutting shapes and symbols in to his arms and chest. For his part, the young
man did not bat so much as a single eyelash as he continued to work on himself.
�I must warn you, I will scream. From what little I know of this curse it�s
powerful and will not relinquish her without a fight. From what I know from my
spell, I know I will not be able to keep quiet. The pain greatly increases
based on the potency of the spell to be healed and the amount of damage to be
repaired. I will scream until my vocal cords rupture. There is the possibility
some of my bones may break from the strain of the magics I will invoke. I
imagine, from a few of the reports listed of successful uses of the spell, I
will lose control of my stomach, bladder, and bowls. It will be nasty and messy
if my guess is right. I apologize in advance for it, but I do believe that once
I am successful I will be unable to do anything about it as I will either be
dead or in a state close to coma.�

Neither were sure that they could take the strain of
sacrificing this selfless person, even in exchange of their only daughter.
Harry�s voice was accepting, calm. He could have been talking about the weather
for all his voice was affected by the horrible things he was saying would
happen to him. However, as he continued his voice took on a haunted sound.

�I know what you are thinking, but I have to do this. I have
to because I failed. I could not protect her. She was too far�I was too slow. I
tried to talk her out of going, begged even, but she wouldn�t listen. I swore
to her in second year that I would never let things like this happen to her
again. But I did. I failed her. I won�t fail her now.� Harry slowly drew a
shaky breath.

�I
saw it in her eyes in the Hospital wing. She put up a brave face, but she was
crushed by the extent of her injuries. She went for me, to keep me safe, and I
failed her. I have the means to heal her now, and I will succeed. I will not
fail her again. No cost is too great.�

�You love her�� her own voice no more than a whisper. She
watched the lightly bleeding young man cast fresh tears, which rained from his
eyes.

�I don�t know what love is really. I know my mother and
Sirius loved me, but I don�t know what it feels like. I do know my own life
means little to me compared to hers. Nothing is more precious to me than her
being alive and whole. Without her, I would not have lived as long as I have. I
owe her a great debt for everything she has done or suffered for me. This debt
will not go unpaid.� He paused a moment never taking his eyes from her.

�No matter what, do not touch me until the ritual is done.
Anyone touching me will feel what I do, and I do not wish to hurt you. You will
know when it�s done. I will either fall dead or fall unconscious. Either is
fine by me�� Ellena watched as he pulled off his bandana and wrapped it around
his eyes. �Now that I am blinded, you will need to remove her bandages. As the
healing process works along what she lost will grow back and the constriction
will hurt her. Tell me when you are done.� If the situation were anything but
what it was, they would have appreciated his efforts to protect her modesty.

Both parents complied with the command, though neither were
sure why. Their thoughts were on their daughter and the young man who was
willing to give so much to heal her. They both knew the likelihood of her
surviving was getting smaller. The healers said that if she was not better by
yesterday, they would come for her by the weekend to take her to the magical
hospital, but if that happened the odds of her living were slim.

Once finished, they could not help but sob at the gruesome
wound that disfigured the chest and torso of their loved one. It was more than
any parent could bear.

�If I survive, there is a parchment listing which colored
potion to give me and instructions on how to apply them based on injury in my
saddlebag. If you find you are unsure, let the injury be, and I will take care
of it if I wake. If she wakes before me, she has more than enough knowledge
from being healed by Madam Pomfrey. Unfortunately, like me, she has a solid
knowledge of healing from my many visits to Madam Pomfrey�

They stepped away as he commanded and waited, knowing that
everything was now in his hands. They had to trust he knew what he was doing;
faith was all they had left. Harry bent down placing a light kiss on her
forehead.

�Hermione�� raising his hands so they would be above the
center of the wound he began chanting. They watched in morbid fascination and
jumped when Harry through back his head and screamed as if his very essence was
being flayed. Symbols glowed with a blue fire from where he carved them into
his self with a beam of pure white spiking out of the scar on his forehead. All
the while, his body shook as if he were merely a leaf in the gale.

*********A
Few Days Later***************

Several days had passed since the night when the young man
came into their home and cured their daughter from the spell that was killing
her, and Ellena was worried. Harry had yet to wake up. Even though he seemed to
expect it from the notes he wrote for them to read after he collapsed, it was
upsetting. Her daughter had yet to wake, but she was extremely happy to see all
traces of physical damage from her body removed.

Currently, she found herself sitting at the island in her
kitchen, sharing a pot of tea with her husband, reliving that hellish night,
and what they had witnessed. Harry had screamed for over an hour before his
spell released him. Her nightmares for the last few days were full of images
and sounds of that night as the young healer came as close to death as she had
ever seen another do. It had all been for their daughter, his best friend. She
and Jake had not spoken much over the last two days. Both of them seemed to be
rather absorbed in their own little worlds over those events.

For the hundredth time, it seemed she rose and walked
upstairs to her daughter�s room to check on her. Physically, she was fine. It
looked like nothing had ever happened, but she still had not woken yet and both
concerned parents were hoping Harry would wake soon to tell them why.
Hopefully, she was just resting from the healing. At least, that was their
hope. With these thoughts in mind, it came as a complete shock to hear voices
coming from her daughter�s room, both of which she recognized immediately as
belonging to her daughter and young Harry.

�What do you mean by that Harry?�

With a hand on the door handle to let herself in, she eased
it back to listen instead. Her daughter�s voice sounded confused while Harry�s
seemed tired, resigned. Like he was facing the gallows and had come to terms
with it, no matter how unhappy it made him.

�Just what I said. He can�t be trusted, at least not right
now. I know he�s looking for me which I why I have to start moving again. I
don�t even know what day it is, or how long I have been here. But, I bet I have
been here for longer than I should have. Until now, I�ve been changing
locations every day. As to the old goat, I don�t trust him right now. Things
are not adding up and the more I learn, the more questions I have, answers are
getting hard to come across as well.�

�You never did say exactly why you have been on the run. Why
Harry? I know you say it�s bad at the Dursleys, and I don�t want you there any
more than you do, but why run from the Order? They could protect you safely
there, and no one knows about the Grim Dog House aside from the Order.�

Grim Dog House? Must be that special hidden place she
mentioned last year. Order? What the hell is going on? Hearing footsteps
behind her she turned to see the concerned face of her husband but she held her
finger to her lips. Once he nodded his understanding he too took up a listening
position by the door. Harry had yet to reply.

�Harry� what is going on? You know something and you�re
hiding it. What?� Hermione�s concern was tinged with her anger for not getting
answers to her questions. They heard what sounded like papers rustling for a
moment.

��Some of it I am not ready to talk about�some I can�t yet.
Things are happening�fast. The war is here. He is in the open now, and I
know�certain things. I have been through the Black Library, took some key books
before I went on the run. In some of them I found some references to
Occlumency. Here are copies of my notes. Understand though, this is a
controlled, banned, branch of magic by the Ministry. For those who try to learn
it without Ministry approval, and that means getting a license to learn and
practice, it�s five years in Azkaban.

One of the few things I can tell you is that Snape was
teaching me wrong. According to a few books that touched on the skill, �clear
you mind� is not enough. The key is mediation. There are no stupid walls,
shields, nor some kind of mental fortress to protect you against intrusion. The
first step is proper meditation. It is in this step you learn what it feels
like. It can be at anytime, though the best results are from meditation during the
day and then before you sleep. You have to organize our mind, learn to clear
it, and then learn to pull that feeling on demand. When someone is trying to
intrude and see your memories or thoughts you learn how to shuffle and
eventually control what they can see or learn. You can learn to give them a
blank nothing, see things of no consequence, and if the student masters the
skill, to give false images that the intruder will believe are real ones.

As much as I want to answer you, and I need someone to talk
to about these things, I can�t until you get the hang of this. The Old Goat
will pull what I tell you softly from your mind. He is a master at softly
extracting surface thoughts. Snape is a mind raper, hits you with everything, a
regular bull in a china shop attack. To do so takes raw power, and a lot of it.
The difference between them is that the soft touch is not detectable by anyone
but someone who has learned the basics of Occlumency. Snape is too close to
Riddle and the Goat. The Goat is too manipulative and close to Snape. I have
things to do this summer, and I only have this summer to get them done. Now
that you are better, I can take care of them. Learn this skill, and I will tell
you everything. Just don�t tell anyone you are doing it. It is a restricted
branch of magic. Same for Legilimency, though I have found almost nothing on
it, even in the Black Library, but I know that it carries a ten year sentence
to be a practioner without a license.�

War? Hermione had mentioned a little bit about some kind
of conflict in her world with a terrorist who fancied himself some kind of Lord
or something, but open warfare? Why are children involved in such things,
and why do I have the feeling that this young man is somehow in the center of
all of it? Judging by the look on her husband�s face, he was thinking
similar thoughts. Azkaban�that�s their prison�these skills he advocates for
her safety can land her in jail? What kind of crackpot government runs their
world?

�I will say this, even though I am running from everyone, I
still hear things. There are some who know some of the things I know and are
keeping me informed about Riddle�s movements and what the Goat is doing to find
me. How much have you told your parents about the war?�

Hermione�s voice was so quite that both parents leaned in to
hear her response but did not hear much other than a murmur. They did hear
Harry sigh.

�That�s not right, Hermione. They are smart, scary smart just
like a certain someone I am privileged to know and call my best friend.�

�It�s not safe for them to know everything Harry. It puts
them in too much danger. The more they know, the more they become a danger.�

�Not really. First of all, they�re non-gifted. Keeping that
in mind the bigoted will not believe they are worth anything but to torture and
kill. Telling your parents will give them an advantage that they normally would
not have and cost nothing. You will need to rely on your father�s military
training if something happens.�

Ellena blinked looking to her husband. Jake nodded seemingly
to himself or to some thought in his own head. She barely heard Hermione�s
surprised question about how Harry knew about her father�s military training.
Obviously she never told him about it. Granted, Jake only spent four years just
out of school in the States as part of their Marine Core, but suffered several
close calls during that time. She waited to hear how Harry had figured it out
and heard him chuckling.

�You parents may be dentists, but your father carries himself
like Moody or Kingsley. There are a few pictures on your walls with a young man
and his mates in places that don�t exist in England, and they are wearing
camouflage uniforms and rifles. Judging by how your dad sized me up when I got
here, I imagine he was assessing how much of a threat I was versus his
knowledge that I came to help you. It all screams, �I can break you in half and
make you like it.� Besides, someone had to have taught you to throw a punch
that could flatten Malfoy into the dirt. When I saw your dad, I knew it was him.
In the last month, I have been in a few places you only go if you can handle
yourself. Years of being Dudley�s punching bag and being the subject of �Harry
Hunting� make it so that you learn how to fight and when not to fight. You also
learn how to read when people mean you harm.�

Her eyes darted to her husband to take in his response. He
had a canny look in his eye as if something clicked in his mind. Neither of
them had heard of any incident where their daughter struck another student, but
judging by the way Harry said the �Malfoy� they imagined whoever it was
deserved it. Jake had indeed taught their daughter to defend herself, believing
that occasions might exist where her magic might not help her, and for their
own peace of mind that she could take care of herself if she had to. Jake
looked at her and their eyes met for just a moment before they heard Harry
continuing.

�My point though, Hermione is that he can protect you. Almost
all wizards and witches not muggleborn or muggle raised have no clue how the
non-gifted live or what they have at their disposal. Mr. Weasley�s job is in
the mis-use of muggle artifacts office, it�s just him and one other guy in a
closet. Most all wizards and witches look at the non-gifted world with
suspicion or ignore it completely, preferring to live in the magical portions.
That is their mistake. I would wager a hundred galleons that your dad could
take a half dozen Death Eaters in this house on his own with one of the rifles
form those pictures.

First, they would be surprised he fought back, second a good
rifle can fire a lot of bullets fast. Third I bet even if he has not kept up on
his training, it would come back, and he could handle it well. Last, they would
be casting line of sight spells, cutters, bone breakers, torture or killing
curses. It takes a few seconds to wave the wand, say the words, and throw the
spell, not to mention the time it takes for the spell to hit your target. It
takes only a heartbeat to pull a trigger and spray an area with rounds more
deadly than their initial spells will be, and depending on clip size, time for
the magazine to run dry.

You saw first-hand what most wizards and witches try to dress
like when they go muggle. It�s stupid, and eighty percent of them couldn�t
operate a toaster much less a rifle. Mr. Weasley actually asked me once what
the purpose of a rubber duck was, and he works with the non-gifted all the
time. It�s insane, their greatest weakness, our greatest strength.

Don�t fall for the prejudice that most of the others fall
into thinking they are incapable or would not understand. You�re the smartest
witch in school; I would wager you your parents were at the tops of their
schooling as well. Riddle�s a terrorist with delusions of adequacy. Death
Eaters are nothing more than his gang. His goals are world domination and the
enslavement of all peoples, magical or mundane, to his will, desires, and
wants. Your parents, they have a right to know. What are you going to do when
the war gets fired up to a point where Riddle does take the Ministry? Memory
charm them and send them away against their will?�

Jake seemed to frown in thought and whispered to her, �Memory
Charm�why is that familiar?�

�Hermione mentioned a professor suffering from a badly used
one at the end of her second year I think. She explained it as a form of
magical mental rewrite. I think, the professor in question suffers from amnesia
to this day. It was in a letter she wrote last Christmas.�

He looked alarmed at the thought of having his mind invaded
and re-written. She shared his thoughts on the subject. Hermione�s reply was
emotional. They could almost see her tears.

�What if�what if they won�t let me go back to Hogwarts though
Harry? I couldn�t handle that. I couldn�t lose you�or Ron. I am in this too
deep now. I can�t run from it. I promised I would stand with you, I always
have, I always will. What am I going to do if they decide things are too much
and they force me away?�

They heard her start crying and vaguely heard Harry offering
soothing words trying to comfort her. Several moments passed before they heard
Harry�s response, and Hermione�s tears subside.

�They only want to protect you, and they won�t be able to if
they don�t know what is going on. It will be hard since they don�t know a lot
but just keep finding ways to get your points across. They are highly
intelligent, just like my best friend. Everything will work out like it was
supposed to. The war is here, Riddle�s finally in the open. We can�t hide from
it any longer. If we do, all we�love�will die.�

A few quite moments passed before they heard their daughter
say she would talk to them once she got over her injury. Both parents nodded
thinking the same thing, answers were finally going to come to their questions.

�Harry, you�re crying blood!� Her voice rose almost to a high
pitch and the hidden parents winced.

�It�s alright. It�s a side effect of the spell. It will pass
in a few days.�

Several moments passed in silence.

�Talk to me about why you are running, Harry, did something
awful happen at the Dursleys?� Ellena could hear the concern and fear in her
daughter�s voice.

�No, at least, nothing I know about. I have been planning
this for the last year, since the last time I was�disciplined. With�Sirius
gone�it was time for me to take some time for myself�and a few other things.
Learn Occlumency, and I will tell you everything. This summer though�I can�t. I
can�t afford for the old goat to find me before certain things are done.�

�You�re being far too secretive for my liking Harry. I wish
you would talk to me about all this.�

�I wish I could, but�Hermione, Snape mind raped me last year.
I don�t want you to go through that, and if Dumbledore finds even a shred of my
whereabouts from you, it will happen. I can�t tell you how�unpleasant it was
when it happened to me. I promise, I will tell you everything�just
later�please?�

�Please at least tell me you are eating right and taking care
of yourself?�

They heard him chuckle. �You may not have noticed but I have
been on a strict diet since last year, and I have been taking nutrient potions,
though secretly. Madam Pomfrey showed me how to brew them during the Tri-wizard
Tournament. And to answer your question, no they are not steroid like in anyway
shape or form. Poppy would never teach me anything like that.�

�Poppy Harry? When did you get on a first name basis with
Madam Promfrey?� They could hear the teasing in her voice. Harry laughed.

�End of third year when I decided to visit her once. I was
curious to know how it felt to walk into hospital on my own power with nothing
wrong with me, and we started chatting. When she told me to call her Poppy, she
teased me saying I might as well since I spent so much time in her ward. So, I
could stop getting myself hurt just to come see her.�

Both parents smiled at the sounds of the two teens laughing
over the embarrassing moment he described. The laughter died off a bit when
they heard a third voice in the room. She could see the look of confusion on
her husband�s face.

�Cloud.�

�Hey Two-Mauls, not now�I am with the patient.�

�I thought as much. Listen mate, things are getting ready to
go pear shaped. Ripples stopped by, and said The Goat was getting ready to head
down to the patients. She said Bones was pushing to check on her progress.�

They heard a slightly panicked tone to Harry�s voice. �How
much time do I have?�

�An hour. Tops. Get out Cloud, I am at Headquarters and going
mobile.�

�Right, see you at the point.� There was a moment�s
pause. �I have to go�before I do�I will tell you a bit of what I know as far as
Riddle goes.

Right now he�s hurting. We took out most of his inner circle
at the Ministry. Right now, from what Ripples has passed, on he�s recruiting
and planning on something big, but he was also hurt pretty badly when he tried
to possess me. The Order thinks he will hold where he is until just after the
summer holidays. I have also�sort of attacked him recently, which should
contribute to him holding until after the holidays. At least I am hoping so.

Take this time to be with your parents. They almost lost you,
do not go to the Dog House, I know you want to see�Ron, but don�t go. Take this
time to be with your parents, tell them everything you know, and everything
will work out.�

They heard the sound of footfalls coming towards the door and
backed away a bit before they heard Hermione�s voice. �What are you going to do
Harry?�

Curious as to his answer, they waited. His voice was very
clear so he must have been standing at the door. �What I always do. I am going
to stand and fight.�

Authors
Note:

Special
Thanks to flynhghr and Ashley for Beta reading this for me. I look forward to
working with you for the rest of the story.�
They have been great� and I hope
to keep writing with them in the future.

Please
Read and Review. I have several chapters already to go once they are beta read,
corrected, and set so this one should move pretty quickly. Hope everyone enjoys
the story.
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