WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Veronica Magenta Nero @VM_Nero @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 20, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Hell’s Daughter
by Veronica Magenta Nero

A girl becomes the image of her mother, a child fulfills the heritage carried in blood.
My mother used to tell me that each fizzle through the dark sky was another fallen angel coming to join us. It was not hell in those days but perhaps it is now.
I remember sitting beside her on the ragged cliffs, her knee long hair flicking around her like a dark cloak, her face hidden from me so I could never guess what she was thinking or feeling as she stared into the horizon. Lightning struck in the distance, thunder growled, she weathered a storm inside herself she would not speak of to me. I tried to pull closer to her, reaching to hold her thin claws, but her coldness was a veil I couldn’t part.
She was banished here, that much I know. And when she left she damned me to her own fate.
She found a way to escape. Ghoulish wraiths, grinning specters, responded to her calls and pleas. She merged and mated with them, they reduced her to smoke, to nothing, and she was gone.
I don’t wait for her to return to me. I don’t wait for her embrace. I wait for the moment when she can no longer deny or ignore her legacy.
They continue to fall around me, hundreds arriving every night, crashing and burning. The heartbroken, the diseased, the murderous and vengeful. A soldier slain in battle stumbles forward, a traitor without honour, a heavy sword wedged in his side. A young woman sobs, she has taken her own life, her neck is crimped with a deep red line. She mourns, regretful and angry. An old woman, withered skin hanging off her frame, white eyes wild and hair of floss, sings child like rhymes, delirious with madness.
They look to me as if I am their goddess, their guide in death. I offer them no guidance or comfort. I can only give them what was given to me – indifference. But I do offer one mercy – a home, a place to be with their eternal suffering. I share with them this land I have inherited, an endless desert, cracked dry and barren like my never bleeding womb.
Fiction © Copyright Veronica Magenta Nero
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Mystic Art Design

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Veronica has chosen to share her blog with us. If you’d like to read more of her writing, there is a featured section for both Published Work and Free Fiction. Please enjoy her distinctively enthralling style of prose!

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Veronica’s blog (vmnero.wordpress.com)

Veronica is also a contributing member of Pen of the Damned. You can find her on Facebook at Veronica Magenta Nero, or Twitter as @VM_Nero

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Bailey Hunter @DarkRecesses @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 19, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Rough Night on the Job
by Bailey Hunter

Naziel poured herself a full glass of Malbec and lit a sobranie cigarette. Such pleasures never used to cross her mind, but since being assigned to Malcom Wasserman, it was all she thought about.
After two millennia as a guardian angel, she hadn’t lost a single charge to anything other than natural causes. There had been a few challenging ones, sure, and guarding a killer is always more difficult, but Malcom…
Normal assassins are quiet. Get in, get out. They’re organized so their GA only has to handle the unforeseen moments. Not Malcom. He was a tsunami of destruction and violence. His way was to create as much chaos as possible so that by the time the investigators even started to piece together what happened, Malcom would be long gone.
Tonight was another rough one. First Naziel had to protect him from blowing himself up due to a faulty detonator, and then stop him from slipping in the pool of slick blood and intestines he left on his latest victim’s marble floor. He nearly impaled himself on his own sword, for chrissake.
Naziel shook her head and took a long drag from the slender black cigarette. She was babysitting a homicidal three year old.
At least Malcom was safe, for now. Too bad she had to kill Thelon to do it. It broke her ageless heart to take a fellow GA’s life, but it happens sometimes when they come up against each other, trying to protect their charge. It was only a matter of time until Naziel would be on the losing end. Malcom Wasserman would be the death of her.
Naziel lifted her glass to her fallen colleague; she would drink the bottle of wine, smoke her pack of cigarettes, and prepare for when Malcom woke up.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Jonny Linder

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More about Bailey Hunter:
Bailey would like to feature her publishing company, Dark Recesses Press.

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Dark Recesses Press was originally a fiction magazine of dark fiction, art, and non-fiction.  After a quiet death, she is now rising from the ashes.
DR will be focusing her attention now on novels, collections and anthologies born in the dark corners of your mind.
We are currently under re-development, so please be patient as we dust off the ashes and rebuild.

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The Redeemers

Long after the Great War, life flourished again, due to The Redeemers’ help and guidance. It was a simple life, but a good one. Annie’s world made sense…until one fateful day when everything of value is ripped from her. With nothing left to lose, Annie embarks upon a quest for the dark, disturbing truth of why – never imagining how deep the trail leads.

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Michelle Garza @FiendBooks @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 18, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Winter Mistress
by Michelle Garza

I pierced the veil, reached out for you. I cast aside my burial garments at the calling of my name. You, a lonesome wanderer, found shelter beside my sepulcher in a storm. Your dreams were filled with visions of my body as it once was with my pale skin and dark hair. My lips are still full and red, but not with wanton. I’ve decorated them with the blood of your nag. I come to you dressed in moonlight with a kiss bearing eternal slumber, relieving warmth that only eternity can bring. Weather the gales in my arms and every tempest thereafter wrapped in the flesh of an immortal, with a heart like stone.

 

Fiction © Copyright Michelle Garza
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Enrique Meseguer

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Xibalba, home of torture and sacrifice, is the kingdom of the lord of death. He stalked the night in the guise of a putrefied corpse, with the head of an owl and adorned with a necklace of disembodied eyes that hung from nerve cords. He commanded legions of shapeshifting creatures, spectral shamans, and corpses hungry for the flesh of the living. The Mayans feared him and his realm of horror. He sat atop his pyramid temple surrounded by his demon kings and demanded sacrifices of blood and beating hearts as tribute to him and his ghostly world.

These legends, along with those that lived in fear of them, have been dead and gone for centuries. Yet now, a doorway has been opened in Georgia. A group of college students seek their missing professor, a man who has secretly uncovered the answer to one of history’s greatest mysteries. However, what they find is more than the evidence of a hidden civilization. It’s also a gateway to a world of living nightmares.

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Rebecca R. Pierce @RebeccaRPierce @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 17, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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My Better Half
by Rebecca R. Pierce

He sawed me in half. My job was to smile whenever he did it.
Reflecting back, I realized I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was just some pretty thing he’d show off to the applause of all. He was the talented one. I was nothing more than the magician’s pretty assistant. I didn’t have a voice. I’d strut across the stage with long, tapered legs and wave. He made me appear or disappear at his whim. At the end of the show, I’d crawl in the box and he’d saw me in half.
I used to ask him which part of me he loved best, heads or tails. He’d smile enigmatically as we lay together in bed. He never did say. We were so cute before the magic left us.
I remembered the day we met. “A penny for your thoughts?” he had asked, handing me the quarter he pulled out of my ear.
“I’m looking for my better half,” I said.
“The lady in the box knows your future.” He nodded to one of those coin-operated gypsy fortune-tellers.
She was so eerily human in that glass box. Those bright dark eyes seemed to know so much from that dead place within. I held onto that quarter until the very end, when I lost all hope in our love and needed some reassurance.
I fed her the coin then. The slip of paper spat out, “I am your future.”
After he sawed me in two, I knew which half he loved best.
I still smile from out of a box. Today, I saw a young woman with hope and terror in her eyes, feeding me a familiar quarter. “I am your future.” I told her.
I wondered what happened to the last one?

Fiction © Copyright Rebecca R. Pierce
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Rondell Melling

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Model Town

When Laurel Rose inherits her great-grandmother’s house, she discovers a miniature town in the attic. The details enchant her and she sets about to restore it. Soon she’s having the strangest dreams…

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Lori Safranek @SafranekLori @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 16, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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False Promise of Rain
by Lori Safranek

Dark clouds gave false promises of rain as I trudged further across the empty lake. Fresh water should have been found yesterday. I had been puzzled when I reached the shore of the lake only to find dust and hard-packed dirt. My people would die without water.
I walked into the lakebed, seeking answers. I’d walked so long now, my head drooped, my eyes on the ground, seeking the tiniest drop of moisture.
The squawk of birds pulled my attention upward. A goddess floated in the air above, birds swirling around her. Her long black hair covered most of her body and a mask of white covered her face. I gasped and the inhalation of dust made me cough until I fell to my knees.
I gazed up at the goddess and could see the streaks of tears painted on her mask. I reached a hand up to her, wishing I could touch her hand and beg for water for my people. A bird lunged at me, pecking my hand and drawing blood. I jerked my hand away, crying out in pain.
The goddess reached out and swatted the bird aside. Thunder rolled through the sky and rain began to drip from above. The birds formed a cyclone with their black bodies, flying faster and faster until they spun into the clouds and disappeared. The goddess lifted her hands to the sky and the rain came faster and faster until I felt water lap around my waist.
I clumsily rose to my feet, the ground beneath me no longer hard and cracked. I gaped at the lake full of water then, gathering my wits, dunked down and drank deeply of the fresh rain. I arose to gut-wrenching pain, the Goddesses’ malicious laughter echoing in my ears
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Fiction © Copyright Lori Safranek
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Mystic Art Design

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Freak Show is a collection of short stories based on the adventures of performers from Steiners Freak Show, a traveling circus side show. Steiner carefully selects his freaks so that they are genuinely blessed with real talents, none of his performers are fakes! From the lovely young Snake Charmer to the Tattooed Man whose tattoos fade away and relocate themselves on his body, every single one is the real thing! And Steiner’s family of freaks run into some frightening adventures that bring them near death! This isn’t some barker’s come on, folks, this is the real thing. Come to the freak show and see what happens after the sideshow closes!

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Mary Ann Peden-Coviello @MAPedenCoviello @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 15, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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How Do I Love Thee
by Mary Ann Peden-Coviello

The wine is delicious and warms my heart. I watch you while you sleep, as I sip my red, red wine. Maybe there’s no kick in Champagne, but there’s surely a glow in my Bordeaux.
You’re a lovely thing, long and lean. I do love red-haired men. Pale skin, flushing with the rush of blood.  I lean closer and listen to your breathing, deep and steady, your heartbeat strong. The pulse in your throat mesmerizes me with its rhythm.
I drain the last of the wine, set the glass on the bedside table, turn back to you. You’re stirring in your sleep, lips curving into a smile. I always like to leave a man happy. Well, at least for a while. I skim my fingers down your chest. Time to wake up.
Your eyelids flutter, and your green eyes snap into focus. “Hey, baby. That was . . . amazing.”
“You’re a splendid lover,” I purr. I curl into your arms and flicker kisses down your throat, ending at the pulse at the base. I circle that living throb with the tip of my tongue, and you groan and arch your neck.
Just the right angle. Perfect.
My lips attach to your throat, and I breath your essence – your very soul – from your body to mine. You fight, arms flailing, hips bucking, but this ends as it must, your heels kicking a rapid tattoo against the mattress.
I roll away without a backward glance. Once — thousands of years ago, as humans count time — I looked. Never again. The wreckage left behind after a succubus takes a soul is disturbing, even for a denizen of Hell.
Dawn breaks and with it my time here is over again. With a sigh, I return to Hell.

 

Fiction © Copyright Mary Ann Peden-Coviello
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Jonny Linder

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Short Story: One Hour Before the Dark

Women write horror and have written it since before Mary Shelley wrote FRANKENSTEIN. This anthology is to highlight the fact women write great horror and to kill the fallacy that they aren’t in some way up to standard. They are. Read here stories by Elizabeth Massie, Nina Kiriki Hoffman, Lucy Taylor, and a plethora of other great writers as they work on your nerves, get inside your head, and bang out some of the scariest tales written today. I’m proud to present these women for your consideration, as Rod Serling might say, as I ask you to step into FRIGHT MARE. Lock the door and windows, put on a light, and remember, it’s not real. It’s not real. Midnight awaits, monsters scheme to take you away, the strange and weird wait in the shadows, but it’s not real. Is it?

Edited by Billie Sue Mosiman, the author who brought you the SINISTER-TALES OF DREAD collections and her latest suspense novel, THE GREY MATTER.

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Jo-Anne Russell @fictisha @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 14, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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AMETHYST MOON
Jo-Anne Russell

Beams of light shone through the window onto her feast. It was the perfect night with a full amethyst moon to power the spell she had cast. The sacrifice was a homeless vagrant whom had set up camp near her house by the park; a most fortunate event – for her.
She used her tools with precision as she finished cracking through his rib cage and reached inside him for the still beating treasure. His body spasm one last time as his soul found release.  Lila held the heart high, showering it in moonlight before placing it in the silver bowl on her alter. It beat thrice more as she spoke her magic words and bathed her face in the warm blood of the sacrifice.
Lila felt the skin on her face tighten and smooth. Her wrinkled hands flushed with colour and the age spots disappeared leaving youthful, glowing skin behind.
The Goddess must be pleased with me. Finally I will be young again and live another eighty years! Lila’s brown, gnarled teeth tore into the tough organ. The juices so full of youth giving promise saturated her hands, face, and gown. In the flurry of bloodlust and magic she didn’t notice the thick shadow pass the window breaking the stream of moonlight, and weaving its way into the fabric of her spell.
Whispering words of invocation filled the room like a dozen young women speaking at once. Lila dropped to her knees, the heart rolled away from her as she saw the glowing hand thrust toward her.
“He was my son, and not yours to take.” The Goddess’s eyes glowed white.
Anguish of tearing flesh and breaking ribs filled Lila’s body.
Her heart torn free, the Goddess devoured it as the last of Lila’s youth and life snuffed into darkness.
Fiction © Copyright Jo-Anne Rusell
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Enrique Meseguer

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Short Story: The Denturist

Simple Things is a consignment shop unlike any other. Inside you’ll find home furnishings, housewares, fashion accessories, toys, books and a number of one of a kind items. But be forewarned; all of our things have a dark and sinister side. Some cut, some bite, some steal your chance for a restful night. With stories from Ross Baxter, Martin Reaves, Gregory L Norris, Jacki Wildman Wales, Paul D Marks, Roy C Booth & Axel Kohagen, Catrin Sian Rutland, K Trap Jones, Jo-Anne Russell, David Tocher, Frank Martin, Lori Safranek, Billie Sue Mosiman, Nicholas Paschall, Terry M West, Joseph M Monks, Sherri Sabastian-Gabriel, Robert Essig, Ken MacGregor, Roy Bishop, Robert Teun, Laura J Hickman, E F Schraeder, Anthony Servante, and V Franklin.

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Lori R. Lopez @LoriRLopez @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 13, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Black Widow
by Lori R. Lopez

Her eyes are the first to snare you
Watching oblique and boldly
From a shadowed crevice on a quiet street
Splashed by a beam of radiant intrigue
Clad in the bleak veil of mourning
A dark shroud covering all but a corner of
Her vivid smile, bright red as a spider’s belly
The lips of a secret, kept to herself while she
Waits on a silent and sinister mission
Of unholy design . . . whatever it may be
Hasten by; pretend you didn’t notice —
Tear your eyes away if you can
For curiosity kills more than the occasional feline
Hope for the best as you scurry along
Hunched forward, drawing your collar tight
Against her chill mien, that cunning stare
Of stunning crimson stealth
The Black Widow has come in the night
Gliding with spiky sharp limbs
Clad in netted gloves and stockings
A sleek black cape and close-fitting gown
To take what stumbles into her web
Of darting, stabbing, clutching
The leap too swift, her grasp too deadly
Once you succumb there is no struggle
Merely a settling calming doom
It is almost peaceful, the end
Except for a final jolt
When your body stiffens
And your last breath
Is all to escape.
Fiction © Copyright Lori R. Lopez
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Mystic Art Design

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lorirlopez_leerylaneLeery Lane

Have you ever kept a secret from even yourself? On one rainless electric night, Frieda Noff will learn the truth about her past, her relationship with her sister, and her hometown’s darkest secrets. It is All Hallows again, twenty years after she went down that fateful gauntlet of haunted houses as a Trick-Or-Treater. She’s finally back, perhaps to stay this time.

A young woman is confronted by the ghosts of her demons when she must return to Leery Lane, the dead-end where she lost an important piece in the puzzle of her past. She and her sibling haven’t spoken in two decades, since that terrible Halloween when Frieda borrowed something that belonged to Francine without permission. She feels that she needs to remember what it was and find the object of contention, somewhere in a row of decrepit Victorians, to repair the rift between sisters. But some secrets are better left buried. A witty blend of Gothic Horror, Humor, Supernatural and Mystery, Leery Lane is a ghost story to curl up with and savor. Take a walk you won’t be able to forget on the creepy side of town . . .

Look for an Illustrated Print Edition with macabre artwork by the author!

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Mercedes M. Yardley @MercedesMY @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 12, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Infusion
by Mercedes M. Yardley

Pluck out pieces of blood, bone, and sky. This is always how it begins. Mix it with free-running water, whether river or tears, and then feed it to the thirsty earth. It will demure at first, but then the dust will vomit up flowers and stinging nettle in gratitude. Thank the dunes kindly before you crush the plants and paint your cheeks and lips. This is how you become one with elements. This is how you become a warrior of the gods.
Fiction © Copyright Mercedes M. Yardley
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Mystic Art Design

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mercedesmyardley_prettylittledeadgirlsPretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy

Bryony Adams is destined to be murdered, but fortunately Fate has terrible marksmanship. In order to survive, she must run as far and as fast as she can. After arriving in Seattle, Bryony befriends a tortured musician, a market fish-thrower, and a starry-eyed hero who is secretly a serial killer bent on fulfilling Bryony’s dark destiny.

Mercedes M. Yardley’s Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy is a dark, lovely fairy tale with lyrical language and a high body count, and features a cover by Hugo award-winner Galen Dara. Pretty Little Dead Girls carries on the proud tradition of Neil Gaiman, Kelly Link, and Aimee Bender

Includes “Oliver Bloom” by Ryan Johnson, a short story featuring characters from Pretty Little Dead Girls.

Proudly brought to you by Crystal Lake Publishing – Tales from the Darkest Depths

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Stacey Turner @Spot_Speaks @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Posted on February 11, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Lilian
by Stacey Turner

Lilian sighed and drained the rest of the red wine from the glass. The bottle had fallen over and the last swig had emptied onto the table top, resulting in a sticky puddle. Endings were always messy it seemed, no matter how hopeful the start. She remembered meeting Matt, bumping into him on the subway, his offer to carry her guitar case, buy her coffee, lend her his couch. But she’d never slept on the couch, of course. She always moved too fast. Like the others, he’d called her his angel and placed her on a pedestal. She’d asked him not to, the inevitable fall from grace always left a lasting bruise. Not a bluing physical mark, but a weeping stain upon the soul. She tried so hard to stay atop, to be what he thought he wanted. At first, he’d seen her as his muse. But when his health started to flag and he’d missed gigs due to exhaustion, he’d turned on her, as they always did. She’d lost her tenuous grasp on the pedestal’s perch and he’d ranted, raved, and thrown punches. The soundtrack to their lives became screaming fights and slamming doors, the apartment littered with shattered crockery and broken dreams. Men were so predictable. She’d loved him, maybe. She wasn’t sure that emotion was in her repertoire, yet she’d harbored a fondness for him she couldn’t remember feeling before. But she had her job, and she’d done it—quickly and with less torment than usual. Still, setting him free had left a scarlet stain on the floor and a ragged scar on her already battered heart.
She gathered her guitar case, butcher knives, and faded jeans and left the loft. There was no rest for the wicked, or their demons.
Fiction © Copyright Stacey Turner
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Mystic Art Design

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staceyturner_morbidmetamorphosisMorbid Metamorphosis
Short Story: The Lake

This book contains 22 stories from authors around the world. Together they bring you morbidly terrifying tales of metamorphosis, transformation, and deep horror that will follow you for days long after you’ve read the last page. Beware reading this book at night, and alone – for the mind is a powerful thing, and you may find you have company in the shadows!

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