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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 322: Heart

Chapter 322: Heart

Cedric‍ opened his eyes‌​ wide.

The⁠ moment the Power⁠​ of the Voice⁠⁠⁠ of Authority was‌‌⁠ transmitted, his heart⁠​‌ gave a jolt.‌​

And​ then—

“……”⁠

Something‌‍ began to spread​ softly from Cory’s⁠ body.

Light.‌

It‍‍ was neither too⁠ bright nor excessively⁠ large. It was‍ simply a faint​⁠⁠ halo surrounding him,‌ rising like mist.​

It‍ was strange, and​⁠‍ beautiful, yet at⁠ the same time‌ weak.

So‌​​ small and fragile⁠⁠ that Cedric, who‍‍ was completely tense,⁠​⁠ almost let out‌ a mocking chuckle.​⁠

“……”⁠​

Even​⁠ so, he couldn’t‍‌ be sure.

Cedric​ had never encountered‍ a being he‌​​ could not understand,‌⁠ so he held‍⁠ his breath, waiting⁠⁠‍ for something truly​ extraordinary to emerge‍​​ from Cory.

But​ nothing changed.

The⁠⁠⁠ only thing that​⁠‍ appeared was a gentle halo of‌​ light imbued with‍‌‍ authority. That was‍‌‍ all.

“Ha…”‌‌⁠

Cedric⁠ let out a laugh.

The​‌ black magic he‍‍ wielded was beyond⁠ the level of‍‍​ ordinary magic, aspiring‍‌‍ to something far​‍ greater.

Faced⁠ with the enormous‌​ flow of power‍‌ that could fling⁠‌‌ open the gates‍​ between earth and​⁠ outer space, the‍⁠ trick of this⁠‍ little half-orc was​ nothing more than‌ something insignificant.

Now‍‍​ he understood.

This​ insect of a half-orc called Cory⁠ had simply lost‌​‍ his mind.

“Hahahahaha…”​‍

Cedric‌‌ laughed, his shoulders⁠ trembling. He felt‍​​ like a fool​‌​ for having tensed⁠‌ up so much.​‌‍

“Hahahahaha…!”‌‌⁠

He‌‌ burst into laughter,‍‍⁠ pointing a finger‌ at Cory.

Although‍ he normally considered​‌ it vulgar to‍ display emotions so‌‌ openly, this time​⁠‍ he could not‍⁠ hold back.

He​⁠‍ shook his head‍ while laughing like‌‍‌ a third-rate villain.​

“This‍ is it? That‌​ great heart you⁠ spoke of is‍ this?”

Cedric‍⁠ smiled maliciously.

“Die⁠⁠‌ right here.”

It‌ was at the⁠‍‍ moment when he‌ was about to​​ crush Cory’s head⁠ with a hand⁠​ wrapped in black⁠⁠ magic.

The‌​ darkness that Cedric⁠ controlled began to⁠​⁠ disperse. The magical​‌‌ energy he had⁠⁠​ gathered to harm‌ Cory also began‌​‍ to fade.

Light.‍⁠

There‌ was light somewhere.​

Like​‍ the night retreating‍‌ before the dawn,‍ his black magic​​​ could no longer‌​ remain and began⁠​ to vanish.

Above.‍

Cedric‍‍ noticed the source‍​‌ of the light‍​​ was above his⁠ head. He looked⁠​‍ up.

Floating⁠⁠ above him was‍​ a mass of​⁠ light.

Small‍‍ and fragile like⁠ a little bird,‍‌​ so faint it‍ seemed as though‍​​ it would vanish⁠ with a single​ wave of the‌ hand.

“This…?”⁠‌

Cedric‌ stirred his black‌⁠ magic. The light‌‍⁠ flickered like a candle in the​‌​ wind.

But‍ it did not‍ go out.

Instead,⁠‌ it began to‌ grow, little by‌ little. The source‍⁠ of the light‍⁠‌ began to rise⁠‍ toward the sky.‌​‍

It⁠ was now clearly⁠‌ visible, large enough‌ for anyone to⁠ see, radiating light.​‍

It​ was still not‍ enough to stop‍‌ the core of‌‌‍ darkness striking the​ sky.

However,⁠‍ even Cedric could​​ clearly see that‍​‍ it was growing.‌ Cedric struck Cory‌​ violently. He fell‌​ with a muffled​⁠ cry.

“I’ll‌‌‌ get rid of⁠​‌ this right away.”⁠‍⁠

His⁠‍ black magic wrapped‍‌‍ around Cory’s body.‍‍⁠ Absolute darkness engulfed⁠ him completely.

In​ that suffocating abyss,​‌ not a single⁠ ray of light‍​‌ could escape. Cory​ writhed, but Cedric​ pinned him down​ with greater force.⁠

Now‍‍ then.

That‌‍‌ small, strange light‍ would lose strength‍⁠​ and go out.​‍‌

And⁠​‍ yet—

Cedric‌⁠ realized that the‍ light falling upon‌ him was becoming​ increasingly intense.

He⁠ raised his head,​⁠ astonished.

He‍ had immobilized Cory.⁠‍ The half-orc could⁠‍ do nothing, trapped⁠‌ in darkness.

Then​⁠ why on earth⁠​‍ was that light⁠ still growing? What‌⁠⁠ was that light?‍‌‍

And‌‌ the color—

That​⁠ light, which was‍⁠ growing little by‍ little.

Upon‍‍​ looking closely, Cedric‍ realized. It was⁠​ not growing on‌​⁠ its own.

That‍​‍ was impossible.

It⁠‍ was simply—

***​​

Laurent​‌​ was striking the⁠​​ wall of darkness⁠ created by Cedric.‌

His⁠‌ black aura, distorted⁠​ by dark magic,‌ was the same‌‌ color as the‍​ barrier that blocked​ him.

It‍‍ did not give​​ way.

No​‌​ matter how much‌​ he struck, it‍​​ would not break.⁠

The‍‍⁠ black core rising‌ toward the sky⁠​ blocked the sun,‌ casting a monstrous‍‍‍ darkness over the‍‌ land while destroying​‌‌ the gate that‍ connected to outer⁠ space.

He⁠​‌ could feel the​ void from the⁠ other side slowly⁠ seeping through.

He​​ had to stop‍​ it.

Laurent,⁠​ with his heart⁠⁠ full of despair,⁠​​ swung his sword​‌ at the barrier,​‍​ at Cedric.

But​​‍ it did not‍​ reach its target.⁠‍

He‌​‌ clenched his teeth.‌​

Memories‍ of a past​⁠⁠ he thought he​⁠ had buried surged‍ into his mind.‌ The devastated scenes​​⁠ of Française reappeared.​

Memories​​ he wanted to⁠‍‌ forget but that⁠​⁠ never disappeared stirred⁠‍‍ upon the dark​‌ barrier.

Laurent‌⁠ swung his sword⁠​⁠ again and again‍‌⁠ to shatter them.‍‌‍ Everything he wanted⁠ to change was⁠‍ united into a single mass, blocking‌‍ his way.

He⁠​ was powerless.

Too​ weak to sweep‍ away that darkness.​

Finally,⁠‌​ he let his​​ sword drop. The‌ immense blackness of‌ the wall completely‌ filled his field‌ of vision.

Was​ this the end?​⁠⁠ Would the world⁠‌ end like this,‍⁠⁠ leaving him trapped‌​ in tragedy?

‘No.’​

Suddenly,​⁠ someone spoke. No,‍⁠ it was not​⁠ a voice.

They⁠‍ were not words,⁠ but they carried​‌ a meaning that‌‍⁠ reached directly to⁠⁠ his heart.

Laurent‌‌‍ looked up.

“Ah…”​⁠⁠

The‍​ barrier remained intact.‍ No matter how‍‍⁠ much he struck⁠⁠‍ it, it would‌ not fall.

But​​ beyond the darkness​‌ that let nothing‍​ through, something was​‍ seeping in.

Light.​‍⁠

It​ was rising beyond⁠ the barrier.

Light.‍

The⁠ instant he saw‍ it, Laurent remembered‍​ someone. He had‍ wanted to reach‍‌ for that light,‌‌​ but in the‍‍⁠ end, he had‌⁠ been caught by⁠‌ a dark hand‍ and dragged into⁠‌⁠ the shadows.

But​​‍ that light never​‍​ disappeared and kept​ waiting for him.‍​

For​ Laurent, that was​⁠ light.

No‌ matter how deep⁠⁠ the darkness, even‌⁠ a single glimmer‌​ could overcome it.‌‍

That​ light.

Without‌⁠ realizing it, Laurent‍⁠ reached out his​ hand toward it.​‍

A halo of light⁠ rose from his‍‍⁠ body and ascended⁠‌ toward the light⁠‍‍ in the sky.‍‌​

***‍​

The‍​ leader of the‌‌ Murim Alliance, Jang‍ Yeonghak, was gasping‍‌​ for breath.

Following‍‍ an inexplicable impulse,‍ he had come​⁠​ to the West.‌‌​

To⁠‌‍ bring down the‍‌ Star of the​​ Skybreaker that ominously⁠⁠​ shone in the​‌‌ sky, he gathered‌ warriors and crossed‍ to a continent‍‍ where they did‍⁠‌ not even share​‍ a language, facing⁠⁠‍ the enemy.

Demonic​ creatures never before​‍‍ seen were corrupting‍ the world.

Fortunately,‍​ thanks to the⁠‍ black-haired, black-eyed hero‌ of the West,‍​‍ they had managed‍⁠​ to take the‌ lead.

They‌⁠ thought they had⁠‌‌ stopped the Star‍‌​ of the Skybreaker.⁠‌‌

But​⁠ then, evil tried​ to destroy the‌‍⁠ world completely. Humanity‍ was being drowned‌‌​ by evil.

Would⁠‌ they be crushed⁠‌‍ just like that,‌‍ like ants, by‍‍ those entities of‌​ the Other Realm⁠⁠‍ rushing down from⁠⁠​ beyond the sky?​

At‍⁠​ that moment—

He‌‍‌ saw something shining‌‍ beyond the massive⁠‍ barrier of darkness⁠‌‍ rising into the​⁠‌ sky.

Light.‍‍

A pure white light‍ was rising toward‍​⁠ the heavens.

Even‍​‌ though the black‌‍ core covered the​ sun and the​⁠​ land was shrouded⁠⁠​ in the darkness​ unleashed by that⁠​⁠ demon, there was‍ still a ray​⁠ of light.

“Dohaengjieoseong….”‌

Jang‌ Yeonghak smiled.

He‌​ had been born⁠‌​ an orphan and‌ taken in by‌​​ the Wudang sect.⁠‍ He had spent‍‌ his whole life⁠ wielding a sword.​

In⁠ the martial world,​ where debts and⁠​​ grudges were intertwined​ like cobwebs and‍​ it was hard​ to distinguish good‌​‌ from evil, what​ had he truly‍​ been searching for⁠⁠​ alongside that blade?​‍

The⁠‍ answer was there.⁠‌‌

It⁠‌ was that.

That‌​ light.

Jang​​ Yeonghak reached out​ his hand.

From​ his body, a halo of light​ bloomed and floated​​⁠ gently toward the⁠‍‌ sky.

***⁠‍

Heime,‌‌⁠ still seated on⁠​ the ground, lifted⁠​ his gaze.

His​ body was already​​⁠ ruined, unrecognizable.

Due⁠‌ to his reckless​ fighting style, which​ never accounted for​‌ his own safety,‍​ a significant part⁠‍ of his body⁠ had stopped functioning.⁠⁠⁠

He‌⁠‍ probably didn’t have‍‌​ much time left‍ to live. But‍​ there was still‍‍​ something he had​‌ to do.

With​​‌ his frail, aged‌ body, he struck‌‌ his weakened heart‌⁠​ and moved toward⁠⁠ the enemy.

Anger.‍‌

Hatred.​

That‍​‍ was his origin.‍‌

“Sir‌​​ Heime. Now you​‌ should—”

One‌⁠ of the knights⁠​‌ grabbed him, but⁠‌ Heime shook his⁠⁠‌ head.

“Leave.”⁠‍‍

“There’s‍ nothing more we⁠ can do, Sir‍‍ Heime.”

A massive curtain covered⁠⁠ the world. Something‌‌ was happening beyond​‌​ it.

They​‌ would probably be⁠ defeated.

But​​ Heime did not⁠ give up. Flames‌‌ burned in his‍​‍ eyes.

“He​​‍ will die like​ this.”

“Gladly.”​‍

Heime​⁠ drew his sword‌‌‌ and took a step forward.

“I​⁠ will die gladly.”⁠​⁠

The​ resonance of his‍​ words kept the‍⁠ knights following him​ from daring to⁠ stop him.

“I‍ will go.”

“Sir‍‍‍ Heime…”

Heime⁠‍ staggered forward.

The​‍‍ image of that​⁠ day etched into‍⁠​ his eyes would‌ never fade. As‌‍‍ if someone had‍‍ burned it into‍ his retinas, he​ had never forgotten‍​‍ that rage.

Orcs.‍‌

And​​ black magic.

Even​‍⁠ if they collapsed⁠⁠‍ as they advanced,​ there were those​ in this world‍‌​ who could never‍​‍ stop.

But‌ his body could‌ no longer move.‌⁠⁠ At last, Heime⁠⁠ fell.

The​​‍ knights rushed to‍‌​ catch him.

“Sir​⁠ Heime!”

“Damn‍⁠ it…”

Heime​​ clenched his teeth,‍‌​ blood flowing from⁠ his mouth. With‍‍‌ bloodshot eyes, he‍ looked at the‌ core hanging in‍ the sky and⁠‌ the black curtain​‍‌ spreading beneath it.‌‌‌

Then,⁠‌ suddenly—

From​⁠ beyond, something began‍‍‌ to rise. It​‌‍ wasn’t that big.‍

Maybe⁠ the size of‌​‍ a rock.

No,‌‍ by now, perhaps⁠⁠​ the size of⁠‌‍ a house.

Light.⁠‌

Seeing⁠ that light, the‍‌ strength left Heime’s​​‍ eyes.

“What…​⁠ what is that?”⁠

“What‌‌ is that?”

“Sir‌​ Heime?”

Heime‍‍‌ let out a faint laugh.

“So​ gentle… Retreat…”

“Pardon?”⁠

“Really,‌ something like this…”​

And⁠ then Heime stopped​ laughing.

With‌‌ an empty expression,​⁠​ he silently watched‍ the light.
Then,‌ he extended his⁠‍ hand.

Seeing​​⁠ that gesture, the‌​‌ knights following him​​ also instinctively raised⁠​​ their hands.

As‌⁠ if someone had⁠​‌ given the order,‌ they all pointed‍⁠ toward the light⁠‌⁠ in unison.

A halo of light​‌⁠ shone from their‍‌‍ hands, then shot‍‍ toward the sky.​

***⁠

“So‌‌​ that’s what happened?”‌​​

“Yes,‍‌‍ that’s right.”

Elizabeth⁠ listened to a brief account from‍⁠ a woman named​ Jane.

The‌‌ little mage who⁠ had knocked her‍‌⁠ unconscious had actually‌ been an ally​​ who tricked Cedric.⁠‌

But⁠‌⁠ even if the‌‌‍ magic had freed‍‌ them from being‌‌​ sacrifices, they would‍ not have survived‍⁠ inside Zveta on⁠​ their own.

Jane‌‌⁠ then pointed behind‍⁠​ her.

“This⁠⁠ man helped us.”​

It⁠​‍ was a man‌‌‍ dressed like an‍⁠ imperial knight.

“His‍​ name is Santos.⁠⁠ He also escaped⁠​ the black magic​⁠‌ thanks to Cory.”​

The​ man gave a faint smile.

“Cedric​⁠ assigned me as‌‌ an assistant knight​ to Sir Cory,‍ but I was​ able to break​​⁠ free from the‌‍ brainwashing of the‌‌ black magic thanks‍ to him. I could call him​​‍ my benefactor.”

Elizabeth‌⁠‌ understood the general​ situation. However, the‍⁠ problem was still‌‍ not solved.

If​‍​ that was so,‌‍ what had happened‌​‍ to Cedric, and‍​​ how was the⁠​ war progressing?

Suddenly,‍ a great shadow‌‌​ was cast. Everyone‍‍ looked up.

When‌ the sun was‌ eclipsed, a cylindrical‍‌ black curtain spread,​‌⁠ darkening the view.‌⁠‌

“Ah…”‍‌

It​‍​ was hopeless.

Would‍​‍ the anti-imperial coalition‍‌​ in the end​‍‌ be defeated by‌ Cedric?

And‌​‍ yet—

At‌ some point, a light began to‍⁠​ rise.

Santos‍ spoke.

“That‌⁠ light must be⁠‌⁠ Sir Cory.”

“Cory…”‍

Elizabeth⁠‍‍ didn’t know much‌ about Cory, only‌‌ that he was​​ a small half-orc⁠ who followed Yuri‌​ everywhere.

Santos‌​ said,

“He⁠‍ admired a man​‌ named Yuri Briol.‌⁠ But I know‍‍ that he himself‍ is someone who‍ shines just as⁠‌‌ brightly as that‌ Yuri Briol.”

Now‍ everyone was raising‌⁠‍ their heads to‌ look at the‌ light in the⁠ sky. The light‍‍ steadily grew.

The​‌ world was no​‌‌ longer filled with​‌ only darkness.

Without‌ realizing it, Elizabeth‍‍ extended her hand.​​

Jane⁠⁠ extended hers too.‍

Santos,‌‍⁠ and then everyone​‌⁠ else, stretched their‍​ hands toward the​⁠⁠ light.

***​⁠⁠

“Did​⁠⁠ you know from​⁠ the start?”

“I‍ suspected it might‌‍ come to this.”‌‍

Cruar‍​‍ was gazing at​‍​ the distant horizon​ alongside Sidherst.

They‍ could feel the‌⁠⁠ fate of the‍ world twisting over‌⁠‍ and over. No​ one knew what⁠ ending awaited at⁠‌⁠ the end of‌‍‍ all this.

Only—‍⁠

When‍ the dark core‍​ that had obscured​ the sun was⁠‌⁠ pushed aside, a single ray of‌⁠‍ light rose.

Seeing⁠⁠⁠ that wonder, Sidherst‌‍ stroked his beard.‌⁠

“Now​ I understand what‌​​ you meant back‍​​ then, Lady Cruar.”‌

“What⁠‌⁠ did I say?”‍

“That‍⁠ this world is⁠ full of wonders.”​​‍

“Slow​‌ to realize, old​ man.”

Cruar​⁠​ smiled.

The‌‍ light, which before‌‍ had been so​ faint it could​‍ barely be perceived,‍‌ had now grown‍​ enough that both⁠‌ could see it⁠‍ rising into the‌ sky from beyond⁠ the horizon.

And‍⁠ it was slowly​ advancing toward the‌‍​ black core floating‍⁠‌ above the skies.‌

It‌‌‍ was still not‍ enough. Far from‌‌‍ it.

But​⁠ that did not⁠‍⁠ mean it would​ always remain insufficient.‌‍⁠

“Just⁠‍‍ by doing this,⁠​⁠ we are fulfilling‌​ our role, Sidherst.”‍‌

“It‍​‌ is an honor.”‍​

Sidherst​ let out a chuckle.

Then,‌‍⁠ dropping the staff⁠⁠ he was holding,‍​‌ he stretched his⁠ wrinkled hand toward⁠ the sky.

Cruar​⁠ did the same,‌‍ raising her hand‌⁠‌ toward the heavens.‌‍

She​ said,

“We‌ are all part⁠‍‍ of that wonder.”‌​​

The⁠ light grew even​‌​ more.

***‍‍‍

The‌⁠​ black mage who‍⁠ had consumed the‌ Empire was trying​ to destroy the‌⁠‍ world.

And⁠‍⁠ the imperial prince‍⁠ of Briol, Yuri‌​‌ Briol, was leading​ his army north,​⁠‍ toward the Empire.‍

Everyone‌​ on the continent‌ joined their hands,​⁠ wishing for victory.⁠ In their own​‍ places, all prayed​​‍ for the triumph‍⁠⁠ of the anti-imperial‌ coalition.

No⁠‌⁠ news had yet​ arrived.

Only⁠‌‍ from time to‌ time did strange⁠‍⁠ energies surge from​‍ the distant horizon,‌ hinting that a great battle was​‍ being fought.

Then,‍ one day—

Darkness‍​ fell upon the​ world.

“Uh…?”⁠​

The‌​ citizens walking the⁠‍ streets stopped and⁠ looked up at⁠​⁠ the sky.

Fear⁠ gripped them.

From​‍ the Holy Kingdom,‌‍‍ from Brusen.

From‌​ Liberta, from the‌ Alliance of Small⁠⁠‍ Kingdoms.

And‍ from Briol.

People‍​‌ and animals alike,‍​‌ all who lived⁠‍‌ on the continent,⁠ looked up at‌ the sky at‍⁠ that moment.

The‌ sun was being​‌ devoured.

Darkness⁠​‌ descended, and something‌ from beyond was‍ trying to cross‍‍ over.

It⁠ was an omen⁠ of destruction. The​⁠ world was on‍⁠⁠ the brink of‌​‌ collapse.

In‍ that instant, everyone⁠⁠ instinctively understood that⁠​​ something terrible was‍⁠ happening.

“Ah…”‍

Some⁠⁠ collapsed in fear.‍‌‍ Others embraced their‌ loved ones.

In‍​‌ the midst of​‍ that despair, as⁠​ fear consumed their‍ hearts—

Suddenly,‍⁠‍ a light began​ to rise.

At⁠ first, it was‍​ small.

So​ small and weak⁠⁠ that it was‌⁠​ impossible to even⁠‌‍ tell what it⁠​ was. It seemed⁠‌‌ merely a tiny‌​ firefly slowly ascending⁠⁠‌ into the distant⁠‍ sky.

It‍‌ grew.

From‍​​ the size of​⁠⁠ a grain of‌‌​ sand to a fingernail, then to​ a small stone.‌‌ Soon, it reached‌⁠​ the size of⁠ a fist, piercing‍⁠ through the darkness‌⁠‌ and rising.

At‌​ the moment they​⁠ saw it—

Someone,​ as if hypnotized,‍‍ raised a hand.⁠‌

They‍​ didn’t know why.‌‍‍

Something‌​ had simply touched‍‍‍ their heart, and⁠ they responded.

Then​‍⁠ another.

And‍​ another.

Thump.‌‌⁠

Thump.‌

The⁠‍​ view trembled.

It‌‌ was as if⁠ the very sky‌‍ was being distorted.‍⁠

And⁠ still, the light,‌‌⁠ little by little,⁠​ advanced toward the⁠ dark core that​​⁠ had devoured the⁠⁠ sun.

Hands⁠ were raised.

Every‍‍‌ human standing on⁠‌​ the continent stretched‍ their hands toward‌‌​ the light.

***​

Ena,⁠​ with a frightened⁠​ expression, grabbed Yekaterina’s⁠‌ sleeve.

“Lady‌⁠‌ Yekaterina, what is​⁠ happening…?”

The‌ two were on⁠​⁠ the terrace, looking‌⁠‍ toward the sky.​⁠‌ A completely black‌​ sky.

And⁠‌⁠ the light.

Something‌ was happening.

“Look.‍⁠‌ Everyone is raising​⁠ their hands.”

Ena‌ pointed outside the⁠⁠‍ royal palace.

All‌‌ the citizens of⁠‌​ the capital had⁠⁠ gone out into​⁠ the streets, looking⁠​‍ at the light​⁠ in the sky‍​‍ and stretching their​‍⁠ hands toward it.‌⁠

It​ seemed as if​ the crowd were‌‌ sending their strength​​ to that light.⁠‌

Yekaterina‍‍‌ looked up again.‍

That​​ unyielding light advancing​​‌ toward the darkness.⁠

It​ resembled someone.

Yekaterina‌ smiled.

Before⁠​‍ they knew it,‍‌⁠ even those inside⁠⁠ the palace were​ looking toward the​‌ sky.

They‌ didn’t know what‌‍​ was happening. Only​‍ that, following their‌‍ hearts, everyone was‍‌​ raising their hands⁠⁠ toward the light.‌‍‍

It⁠​⁠ was big now.‍​‌

So⁠‍ big it seemed⁠‌ capable of burning‍⁠​ away all the‍⁠ darkness that had​⁠​ risen into the‍‌ sky.

“Ena.”‍⁠

“Yes.”‍⁠‌

“Shall‌‍ we do it​ too?”

“Yes!”⁠​

Yekaterina⁠ and Ena stood‍⁠‌ side by side,‍ raising their hands.⁠​

***‌‌⁠

Yuri⁠​​ Briol.

He.‍⁠

Reached‌‍ out his hand​ toward the light.​‌‌

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