Beautiful Death

Beautiful Death

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.

Summary: Kal meets the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on at a night club in Metropolis. This young man is haunted by his past and surrounded by darkness and shadows that not even the light of the sun can penetrate. This is rated mature for language.

Chapter Twelve

Ronan stood in front of the window in the loft looking up at the many silvery lights fading slowly from the sky. All he had ever known was night and darkness. For once he wished he could step out of the cold darkness of night and into the warm light of day.

He could hear the elder Kent’s arguing with Clark from within the house about how dangerous his “boyfriend” is. They said that they wanted nothing more than for him to be happy but he needed to be careful. They did not like idea of “him” being able to take life without thinking about it.

That was where they were wrong. He had thought about it. He thought it all the way from the kitchen to the school hallway. He was going and did take the bastards life because he had hurt what was his.

Clark started to yell at his parents telling them that Ronan only did what he did because he was terrified that he might have died. His dad told him not to raise his voice to them, and that he could understand that but it did not give Ronan the right to take a human life just because he could.

No matter where Ronan ran to or did the curse of being his mother’s son followed and influenced his actions when his anger takes over. It was like he became blind to all that was around him and could only see that which needed to be destroyed regardless of who stood in his way from point A to point B.

He shivered at the thought of how he might one day harm one of Clark’s loved ones if they were to ever get in his way. He did not want to be his mother. She destroys anything and everything that has ever gotten in her way, except for him if you counted still being alive. She sure as hell destroyed everything else.

All of a sudden he heard Clark shout, “Because I love him!”

Everything went deathly silent and Ronan slowly turned around to look at the stairs and Martha said, “Do you really Clark?”

Ronan felt like all the walls were closing in on him. The walls were moving. Why in the fuck are the walls moving?

“Yes,” Clark told them and Ronan put his hands up before him because the walls were getting so close now. His breathing increased and he dropped down to all fours whispering, “Stop.”

“Clark,” Jonathan said walking over to his son, “You’ve only known each other for a few weeks.”

“I know what I feel,” Clark told them, “I love him.”

Ronan fell over on his side in tears as Leif’s screams of agony melded with Clark’s as he curled up into a tight ball. The walls were going to crush him, cover him, trap him forever. It was so dark and he could not make the cries stop.

“Sweetheart,” Martha said walking over to hug him as Jonathan stepped aside, “I know you want so much to be with someone who accepts you as you are.”

“Do you,” Clark asked feeling close to tears. All the years of loneliness was starting to surface, “Do you know what it feels like constantly thinking about what if I squeeze too tight this time when I hug someone?”

“Oh baby,” Martha said and felt how hesitant he was to put his arms around her.

“Being with Ronan makes me feel normal,” Clark told them, “Even though we’re different. I don’t have to hide myself from him.”

Ronan’s hands flowed and sharpened into long black talons as he tried to force the cries away only to finally let loose a demonic scream that clawed its way from his pale throat. It was so loud and shrill that everything glass in the barn exploded and the windows in the house rattled and cracked a little.

Martha grabbed her neck in fear and Jonathan felt a whoosh of air as the front door flew open and slammed shut. She looked over at Jonathan and the both of them followed as quickly as they could.

Clark ran up the steps to the loft to see Ronan lying flat on his back sprawled in the floor with his talons up to his ears crying as if in agony. He ran over and Ronan cried out, “Stop! Shut up! I don’t want to listen to you anymore!”

Clark stopped in his tracks as Ronan clawed his way over to the corner as if something was following him. Ronan hissed at him, “You’re not real, I saw you die!”

“Ronan,” Clark said holding his hands out to show him he was no threat only for Ronan to snap, “I said shut up!”

“Why are you torturing me Leif,” he screamed as Martha and Jonathan ran up the steps for glowing eyes to jerk in their direction hissing like a thousand deadly serpents, “Leave me alone!”

Clark appeared in front of his parents, “Ronan, what’s wrong?”

He was blinded by tears and fear as Clark stepped towards him and he pounced like a great cat onto Clark growling, “You’re fucking dead! You left me all alone in the darkness!”

Martha shouted and Ronan’s head snapped up to look at her with midnight blue eyes that burned with fear and Clark pushed him back and threw him across the room to land on the sofa.

He was top of Ronan before he could move. Ronan hissed and snapped at him in tears, “I’m sorry,” he screamed, “Just go away!”

Ronan was kicking and struggling but could not push Clark off of him to get away. He started screaming again and Clark could not begin to fathom the fear he saw in those eyes.

“The walls,” Ronan cried out blindly, “Clark, help me! They’re going to close in! They’re going to trap me forever with your screams!”

Jonathan had Martha to get behind him because of the shattered glass that was all over the floor. He was too afraid to get any closer for fear that Ronan might try to attack him or Martha.

“Please,” Ronan begged helplessly, “Don’t let her get me.”

Suddenly Clark was thrown through the air into the floor and Ronan jumped to his feet looking around wildly at the ceiling, “Can you hear her? Do you hear her wings?”

The light in his eyes was mad and Clark had him in his arms again with Ronan gripping his hips tight enough to crush a human, “She’s going to get me Clark,” he cried as he whirled around braking Clark’s hold to cover his ears, “My heads going to fucking explode!”

Suddenly all of his senses were becoming overloaded. There was just too much going on all at once and his eyes rolled up into his head. Clark reached out and Ronan fell back into his arms shaking violently and then fell still.

Martha and Jonathan quickly rushed over being careful of the glass, “What the hell was that?”

“That,” a silky voice said from the open window, “Would be me farmer John.”

Martha and Jonathan looked u p and Clark spun around to see a golden skinned man with intense emerald snake eyes sitting in the window sill smiling at them. He jumped down and stood before them looking at Ronan, “Isn’t he just precious?”

“Who are you,” Clark asked, “What the hell did you do to him?”

“You American’s are so rude,” Jenna chided, “Such language.”

Clark was in front of him in an instant and had him by the neck lifting him off the floor with glowing red eyes, “Don’t make me ask you again.”

“Clark,” Martha shouted, “You’re killing him!”

“Am I,” Clark asked in a scary voice she had never heard since he was on red k, “Better answer before I get bored snake eyes.”

Jenna smiled and his eyes began to glow a poisonous green making Clark begin to pale as his strength left him. Jenna grabbed Clark’s wrist and began to squeeze until Clark let him go. He landed on his feet softly and kicked Clark in the side where he fell through the railing tot eh ground below.

Martha ran to the steps to look down to see Clark laying there out cold. She turned around to see this monster picking up Ronan only to hiss madly. He dropped Ronan to the floor and quickly ran over to slam the window shut.

“You,” Jenna hissed at the two elder Kent’s, “Take a seat!”

Jonathan narrowed his eyes but took Martha’s hand to walk over to sit down on the sofa. A sudden Whoosh sound was heard and Jenna looked to see that Ronan was gone and then saw Clark at the window with his hand on it.

Jenna hissed, “If I die he will never wake up.”

“What did you do to him,” Clark asked through gritted teeth wanting to blast the bastard with his heat vision.

“Trapped him in his fears,” Jenna said while giving Clark a very evil grin, “Along with his deepest pain.”

Clark could feel the wood snap in his hand and Jenna scoffed, “Careful now farmboy or Ronan really will become Sleeping Beauty only this curse can’t be broken with a kiss.”

“Then break your spell,” Clark demanded.

“I think not Clarkie,” Jenna laughed, “If I do that I love my leverage to bargain.”

“What did your eyes do to me,” Clark asked.

“What they do to all who piss me off,” Jenna snapped.

“Wake him now,” Clark warned, “Or I’ll kill you.”

“See,” Jenna said raising a finger, “I don’t think you’re willing to take that risk.”

“You’re right,” Clark said and then a whoosh was heard and Jenna spun around to see that the elder Kent’s were gone, and then Clark was back in front of the window smiling, “You really should have planned this better.”

Martha and Jonathan were beating on the locked door to the barn and Clark paid them no mind. He was not going to risk this miserable bastard hurting his parents.

Jenna’s mouth narrowed into a thin line and he pounced for Clark to fire his heat vision rays.

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Ronan found himself shrouded in infinite darkness that stretched on into eternity. It was cold here and he could feel no warmth at all. He cried out for someone but no one answered him back.

Was he dead? Is this where one such as he finds themselves when dead? Was he to be left all alone in darkness with his pain and loss forever? He closed his eyes and fell to his knees sobbing when he heard a terrified cry fill the void all around him. He cried out how sorry he was and that he loved him more than anything.

What hope did he have against the dark force that was his mother? She is the abyss, the darkness, the empty void of nothingness that devours with a perpetual hunger.

He could hear her wicked laughter all around him and it was deafening. This had to be a prison, a safe in which she would keep him locked away forever.

He began to laugh and it was hysterical. He threw back his head and howled with insane laughter when an irritated voice told him to be quite. His jaws snapped shut and his eyes widened, “Whose there?”

“Why don’t you stop feeling sorry for yourself and follow to find out,” the voice told him matter of fact.

Ronan got to his feet, “Why should I listen to you?”

“Because you have nothing better to do,” the voice said with a hint of laughter.

Ronan did not want to snort but it just happened, “Okay.”

“Good,” the voice told him, “Start walking.”

“Where,” Ronan asked, “What direction?”

“Does it really matter,” the voice asked sounding a little bored with the questions, “As long as you’re walking and not drowning in self pity you’ll find your way.”

“Where,” Ronan asked starting to get pissed.

“Where you most want to be,” the voice told him and all went silent.

Ronan just stood there and let out a deep sigh and began to walk. Where the hell was he going? Did he even want to know?

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“You fucking son of bitch,” Jenna screamed at the top of his lungs while rolling around on the ground with his hands over his eyes, “I’ll fucking kill you!”

Clark stood where he was gritting his teeth in anger, “That’s my mother you’re talking about!”

“Fuck your fucking mom you cunt rag,” he screamed, “You destroyed my eyes!”

“And I’ll destroy a lot more than just your eyes,” Clark threatened, “Now wake Ronan up!”

Jenna laughed madly, “I’d sooner die than do shit for you fuck face.”

“I’ve never fucked with my face,” Clark said, “But I might try that later.”

Jenna shrieked and spit deadly green venom from his mouth for Clark to quickly dodge. Clark watched it eat through the wooden floor in an instant.

He smacked Jenna across the face which sent him spiraling across the room to land near the steps.

“Do I have to rip your mouth out to,” Clark asked hoping Jenna might try something again, just so he could do it. Nobody ever hurt what was his and got away with it. Nobody!

“Thanks to you,” Clark said whooshing over behind him, “I’m going to have to repair this place.”

“Cry me a river,” Jenna seethed, “I’m so going to kill him now.”

Clark froze and narrowed his eyes just as Jenna laughed and jumped up to the ceiling disappearing into the rafters.

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Ronan walked for what seemed like forever in a single moment of time. His heart was aching. Had he hurt Clark? Did he hurt his parent’s? He didn’t remember. All he could remember was walls and Leif screaming which melded into Clark’s cries of pain.

Clark!

He wanted to be where Clark was.

Leif!

He wanted to be where Leif was to.

Suddenly a light exploded all around him and Ronan found himself in a great forest garden. The garden was dark and it glowed with a light all its own. Every plant was glowing with an inner light and all the smells and aromas were intoxicating. The pools of water were glowing with silvery light even though the sky could not be seen through the thick canopy of wild growing flora.

He could see glowing silver spider webs here and there that were beyond beautiful. Ronan began to walk through the glowing red roses and night blooming jasmine that reminded him of what Left and Clark said to him.

“You smell of jasmine,” the both of them said that made Ronan smile.

Ronan walked up to a gate that was made out of coiling thorny vines with glowing purple flowers. The gate suddenly uncoiled before him so he could step through and when he did his breath left him.

There was Clark lying in a bed of glowing ivy and honeysuckle completely naked. His skin was golden and glowing like a small sun. His hair was framed out long and black as night around his glowing face.

He saw how the ivy and the honeysuckle were coiled around his wrists and ankles keeping him spread eagled. He looked to be a prisoner in this beautiful garden.

Ronan silently walked up to loom over him to see that his eyes were closed in a deep slumber. He looked down the length of his perfect golden body to see that he was hard.

The shaft of his penis glowed golden and the head was like a red star that glowed in the night sky. He was so beautiful and pure. This had to be the closest he had ever been to seeing the sun.

Clark’s lips were full and supple that reminded Ronan of the glowing red roses he had seen earlier with dew still on them. He knelt down at Clark’s side and touched him to see that he was indeed real. He looked at those glowing red lips and straddled Clark’s waist.

He put his beautiful glowing ivory hands on either side of Clark’s golden cheeks and kissed his lips softly. A warm breeze blew through his long red hair and the smell of honeysuckle was overwhelming.

He opened his glowing aqua orbs to gaze into stunning sky blue eyes that were streaked with silver lightning. Ronan’s breath froze in his lungs as he gazed into those oh so familiar eyes that had caught his attention so long ago.

A warm smile passed across Leif’s face and the vines uncoiled from his wrists and he wrapped his strong arms around Ronan. He held his leannan close to his golden breast, “I’ve waited so long.”

“I’m so sorry,” Ronan cried against his hard chest, “I’m so sorry.”

Leif kissed his head and squeezed him tight, “I never blamed you.”

A billion pounds was suddenly lifted off of his shoulders and he hugged Leif tightly, “I miss you so much.”

“Why,” Leif asked, “I’m right in front of you.”

He gazed into Clark’s handsome face with Leif’s beautiful eyes and Leif nodded, “I’m he.”

Tears fell from Ronan’s eyes and Leif smiled warmly, “You’ll never have to be alone again.”

Ronan kissed him hard and the force of it sent shivers down his spine. He moved his head to sniff his neck and hair which made Leif moan. Ronan could feel his hardness beneath him and moved to take that glowing star into his burning mouth.

Leif cried out in ecstasy as fire roared through his golden flesh and Ronan sucked harder. Leif dug his fists into Ronan’s soft hair and Moaned and writhed under him. His feet moved and his toes flexed while his eyes rolled up into his head and he came hard in Ronan’s mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” the voice commanded, “Give this sweet nectar to Clark.”

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Ronan’s eyes snapped open and he tasted sweetness in his mouth hearing Clark shout, “Where the fuck are you?”

Ronan was on his feet in an instant running up the stairs into Clark’s bewildered arms. Before Clark could say anything he kissed him. Clark tasted the sweetness on his tongue as Ronan forced it down his throat with his own. Suddenly Clark’s eyes were opened to the past. He saw everything, felt everything, remembered everything.

Ronan pulled back first and asked, “Do you feel different?”

“I,” Clark stuttered, “I remember things.”

Ronan smiled and then cried out as he was pulled back by his long hair and picked up. Jenna screamed as he hurled Ronan through the air, “Die you fucking bitch!”

Clark seemed frozen as he watched Ronan smash through the loft window to fall to the ground below. Ronan hit the ground hard and rolled over onto his back to the see the sun for the first time in eternity. Martha and Jonathan ran around the side of the barn when they heard him scream.

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Queen Macha rose up from the darkest of depths to seethe in divine rage. Stars and moons fell from her long hair that flowed to the ends of the universe and beyond time and existence. Her eyes burned brighter and hotter than the surface of any star.

She reached out with a mighty immortal hand and blocked the light of the sun. Her rage ran deeper and darker than any beings view of the abyss.

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An eclipse just came out of no where. Ronan was looking at his hands that were now the color of polished brass. His skin felt like it was being jabbed with a thousand hot pokers and he knew he was dying.

Clark focused his heat vision on Jenna who exploded in flames from that and the previous dosage of sunlight. Clark whooshed past his parents to be at Ronan’s side in an instant to pick him up.

Ronan cried out in pain when Clark touched him. Clark didn’t have a choice and ran with him into the house where his parent’s quickly followed. They were having a great “let’s all keep up with our son day.”

He laid Ronan on the couch gently and Ronan cried in pain. Clark saw that his skin had been burned the color of brass. His hair had been bleached whiter than snow and his eyes were black as pitch, and he was still more beautiful than sin.

“What should I do,” Clark asked and suddenly remembered from long ago, “You need blood.”

“Clark,” Ronan hissed in pain from his scorched lips.

“What,” Clark asked.

“This will take time to heal,” he told him.

“Jonathan,” Martha said quickly seeing Ronan when she ran in, “Go run a cold bath.”

Jonathan quickly ran up the stairs to do just that. A cold bath always felt good when he got burned out in the field.

“Is that monster gone,” Martha asked as he ran to get some Aloe-Vera.

“Yeah,” Clark called, “He won’t be hurting anyone ever again.”

Ronan smiled and it hurt to do even that. Jenna was dead and why was he still alive? He was in too much pain to worry about that now.

“I’ll be back,” Clark announced and was gone in a whoosh which scattered loose papers all over the floor.

Martha came back in with the Aloe-Vera just in time to see Clark reappear with packets of blood. She watched in sick fascination as Ronan sank his fangs into the bags of blood to drain them dry.

“Where did you get those,” Martha asked.

“Blood bank at the hospital,” Clark told her.

“You stole those Clark,” she asked in horror, “What if sick people need those?”

“Mom,” Clark said, “My loved ones come before anyone or anything else.”

Martha’s shock faded to a look of tenderness. She walked over and gave him a tight hug, “I was so scared baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Clark said hugging her back, “I just love you all too much to care about others right now.”

Ronan drank from the last pouch and the both them watched as his hair slowly flowed to a strawberry pink color and his skin became like that of a surfer. He turned violet eyes onto them and smiled with pearly white teeth.

“Wow,” Clark said, “That is a quick healing.”

“I know,” Ronan said looking at his skin and hair that no longer hurt like mother fucker, “I don’t understand.”

“Your mother is a Goddess,” Clark said and Martha gasped, “Maybe that’s why?”

“Maybe,” Ronan said looking at the names on the packets.

“It would explain the freak eclipse that just came out of no where,” Clark told him.

Martha’s mouth was still open in shock as Jonathan ran down the steps shouting, “That baths ready!”

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Lex Luthor has seen some pretty strange things in Smallville but this solar eclipse was totally unexplainable. No one at NASA had a clue as to what the fuck caused it. Many of them were so stumped they went to go drink.

Lex slammed the phone down as Lionel walked in half naked from outside. Lex rolled his eyes, “I hope you got sunburned.”

“I love you to son,” Lionel said rather pleasantly as he helped himself to a drink.

“Will you be staying long,” Lex asked as he rolled his eyes again.

“Why son,” Lionel said taking a sip of fine scotch, “I bought this place.”

Lex realized he was hitting the keys a little too hard on his laptop and stopped, “What do you want?”

“Why is it that you always assume I want something Lex,” Lionel asked taking another sip.

“Because it’s you dad,” Lex said closing his laptop, “You never come here unless you want something.”

“I’m dying son,” Lionel said rather sadly now, “I just want to spend more time with you.”

“Do I get everything when you’re gone,” Lex asked cocking his head to the side just waiting for his dad to drop dead at any second so he could call up Clark and celebrate at a nightclub in Metropolis.

Lionel snorted and then howled with laughter sobering quickly as he threw a file down on the table. Lex looked up at him questioningly and Lionel simply said, “Get to it.”

“A party,” Lex asked.

“Son,” Lionel said putting a hand dramatically over his heart, “I am wounded to the core.”

“What do you mean,” Lex asked.

“Did you honestly think that I would forget my own son’s birthday,” he asked, “I had the invitations delivered today.”

Lex paled, “You’re kidding?”

“Nope,” Lionel said sipping his drink some more.

“The suns fried your brain,” Lex asked hopefully.

“Hardly,” Lionel said, “But I did notice I have new freckle,” and he pointed to it on his arm.

Lex threw his head down on his desk in defeat, “Why me?”

“You’re my son, that’s why,” Lionel chuckled as people rolled in cakes and wine.

He sauntered over to look at the cake and stuck his finger into one and licked his finger, “I do so love strawberry icing.”

Lex just kept looking at his letter opener.

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Ronan was resting on Clark’s bed when Clark walked in quickly for Ronan to ask, “How did it go?”

“I explained what I could,” Clark told him, “But I chose to keep the whole reincarnation thing to myself.”

“Wise,” Ronan said sitting up, “Your parents would understand anyway.”

“I know they would,” Clark said, “But they have been through enough for one lifetime.”

“I understand,” Ronan smiled, “But are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Clark told him sitting down next to him on the bed, “I’m just worried about you.”

“I still sting here and there,” Ronan said, “But I know longer wish I were dead.”

“Good,” Clark said reaching out to gently caress a bronze cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Really,” Ronan asked fluttering his long eyelashes.

Clark snorted, “Yes.”

“Is he really dead Clark,” Ronan asked looking at the window expecting Jenna to break in at any moment to take him up in flames with him.

“Yes,” Clark reassured him as he twirled a few strands of Ronan’s hair around his finger, “Very much dead.”

“Good,” Ronan said leaning into his light touch whispering, “I love you.”

Clark smiled into his violet eyes and had him lay back so he could loom over him, “I love you to,” he whispered next to his skin.

Clark’s cool breath soothed his skin that was rapidly repairing itself.

Clark reached over and pulled out a lead box from a drawer and whispered, “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“It’s not that bad,” Ronan said.

Clark opened the box and began to shake, “Bit me.”

“What,” Ronan laughed and Clark tilted his neck towards him, “Bite me.”

“I can’t,” Ronan said.

“Now you can,” Clark said and Ronan looked over to see the glowing green meteor rock, “I’m vulnerable now.”

“That stuff makes you sick,” Ronan hissed horrified and quickly closed the box, “Don’t do that ever again!”

“I don’t want to see you hurting,” Clark said.

“And I don’t want that stupid rock near you,” Ronan argued, “You should get some bitch to dig a big ass crater and burry the fuckers.”

Clark lay on top of him after pulling his shirt off. Ronan could smell his scent which as stronger now since they were skin to skin. His body was telling him to bite him but his heart screamed, “No!”

Clark opened the box and a sweat broke out on him and Ronan’s senses went crazy. He smelled so sweet and so Clark. Ronan whimpered and shut his eyes and Clark begged him to do it. He shook his head and muttered no over and over under his breath.

“Please,” Clark begged, “I want you better.”

Clark quickly took a small blade and slit his wrist and put it to Ronan’s mouth. Ronan’s eyes snapped open filing with violet fire. He grabbed Clark’s wrist with sharp black talons and began to suck and lap at the self inflicted wound. His blood was like soothing ice that flowed through this system.

Burning suns, swirling black holes in the center of stay system, colors unimaginable to mortal eyes filled his mind. Planets were being born and some were dying and a frozen planet appeared filled with beauty and wonder.

Clark suddenly came and closed the box. His strength returned to him and he pulled his wrist out of Ronan’s iron grip. Clark gazed upon Ronan who was now glowing like a pearl that had captured pure moonlight.

“Lara,” Ronan said and Clark looked at him confused, “Lara is the name of your birth mother on Krypton.”

Clark just looked at him and suddenly pulled him into an embrace, “What else did you see.”

Ronan told him about the suns and the black holes. He told him what Krypton looked like and he had been unable to see his parent’s faces. Clark was smiling and Ronan slid his hand down to feel that the front of his jeans were wet. He looked up into Clark’s blushing eyes and he smiled as he began to loosen his belt when a knock came to the door.

Clark instantly hid the box, changed his pants, and had his shirt on. He ran over to open the door for his mother to walk in with an invitation in hand.

“Lex is having a birthday party,” Martha said with some mild amusement, “And you’re invited sweetheart.”

Clark smiled and Martha saw that Ronan looked like his “old” self again. She narrowed her eyes at Clark when all of a sudden Ronan hissed and both looked to see fire shoot from his eyes to set everything on his desk on fire.

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The Dark Goddess knew exactly what it was she had to do. There was only one way to get her son back. If you want something done right, you do it yourself.

TBC…

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