Twenty-four years ago, Enchanted Dominion; the kingdom of Rozera:

A boy, ten years old though he was tall enough to pass for a teenager, crouched down in the reeds by the side of a lake. A full moon hung in the air overhead, shining down brilliantly on the water. But he wasn't watching the water; he was watching the footpath that wound down the rolling hills from the direction in which the castle lay. After half an hour or so had passed his patience was rewarded. A gentle, lilting song began to drift into his ears on the early autumn night breeze. Before long, the singer came into view; a girl in an expensive-looking nightgown, with hair that shimmered a vibrant shade of pink. She looked maybe two or three years older than him. She sang softly as she came down to the lakeside, and there she sat and stared up at the moon. Once in a while, maybe once or twice a month, around this time of night she would come down and do this. She never went for a swim, only sat and looked up at the night sky. And every night, seeing as he had no way of knowing when the fancy would strike her, the boy came down to wait and hope to catch a glimpse of her. Much more often than not, he was disappointed by her absence…but the occasions that he saw her made it worth it.

Young though he was, he was also very smart, he knew. His caretaker, Corbin, had taught him how to read. And though he had been told it was wrong, he felt no shame in stealing books from the nearby town and reading them in his down time. His favorites were romance-adventures, and despite only being ten he had a basic grasp of what he should feel if he were in love with a girl, and he knew he didn't have such feelings for this girl. Even if he did, there was no conceivable way for anything to happen between them, nor would he desire such a thing if it were possible. No, something else drew him to her. Something even more primal than romance. The fact of the matter was, no matter how insane it sounded even to him, these moments when he was as close to her as he could reasonably expect to be–or rather, considering how very illegal this was, much closer than reasonable–were the only times he felt–

SNAP!

He froze. In the process of shifting his feet to keep them from going numb, he had broken a fallen reed. The girl instantly shot up to her feet and stared in his direction. "Who's there?" she hissed, sounding like she was trying not to sound frightened, but failing. He was torn between two instincts; one that compelled him to slip away before she could catch a glimpse of him, and the other that urged him to reveal himself and assure her that she was in no danger. Knowing that the latter could get him killed, at the very least, and that even in the best case scenario he would likely be banished from the castle, he stomped down hard on that impulse. He tried to slowly, stealthily shuffle backwards…and one of his feet immediately sank into a soft patch of dirt, causing him to stumble flat on his back. He couldn't help the loud 'oof!' that escaped him.

The girl screamed and started running back to the path, and the sound sent his brain into overdrive. If she ran screaming in fear back to the castle, the guard would come down to investigate; ever since the disappearance of his sister, the king was quite paranoid about his daughter's safety. He wouldn't take any chances. The guards would bring the dogs with them, and the boy knew he wouldn't be able to shake their sniffers. They would find him, and he would definitely be executed, even if he only posed an imagined threat to the princess's life. As risky as it was, his best hope was to heed his earlier impulse.

With that resolution in mind, he jumped to his feet and bolted after her. He was quite fast and overtook her effortlessly in mere seconds. He whirled around in front of her and held up his hands. "Stop! It's okay, Your Highness, I mean you no harm!"

Naturally, the princess ignored him and tried to run around him. Acting on impulse, even though he knew how unthinkable it was for a commoner such as he to lay hands on royalty, he reached out and grabbed her arm. At his touch, both of them were frozen in place by a sudden, almost electrical sensation that passed between them. The turned to face each other, the princess's wide, fearful green eyes boring into his confounded blues. After a moment of unbearably tense silence, she asked, "Who are you?"

"I…" the boy began, stopped by the sudden dryness in his mouth. He swallowed, hard, and tried again, "I'm no one important, Your Highness. Merely one of the castle farmhands, nothing more."

The princess raised an eyebrow. "You speak well, for a farmboy," she remarked suspiciously.

The boy stared down, somewhat embarrassed. "My caretaker insisted on teaching me proper elocution," he murmured.

"What's your name, farmboy?" asked the princess.

"I'll tell you, if you promise not to tell anyone about this. I truly meant you no harm, Your Highness."

The princess gawked at him, then frowned, "I am the princess, and I command you to reveal your name!"

Releasing the princess's arm, he stood up and walked away. "No deal, Your Highness."

As he headed into the shadows of the copse of willows that he had come through to reach the lake, he heard her gasp in surprise. "I'll tell my father about you!"

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder at her. "And how will you do that without also revealing that you've been sneaking out of the castle at night for some time?"

As he continued on his way, he could tell by the princess's silence that he had won. He had just defied a royal, argued with a royal, and won. While he knew he could never come down here to watch the princess again, and that thought did sadden him, at the same time he suddenly felt as though he were capable of anything. Then his sense of realism chimed in and reminded him that he had only succeeded in defying a royal teenager because she couldn't rat him out without ratting herself out, and he had the cleverness to recognize this and the presence of mind to exploit it. Still, he knew now that royalty was as susceptible to leverage as the rest of the human race, and that thought comforted him.

Maybe someday he could work up the nerve to make his uncle tell him of his mother's fate?

Present day:

–the girl named Prunella dropped in front of them, a plain staff of oak wood in her hands, and cried out, "Stop!"

To Lea and Even's mutual astonishment, the monsters obeyed the command, though their shuffling about and hesitant expressions suggested they were more confused than compliant. One gnashed its woody teeth and tried to advance. Pru immediately jabbed her staff at him and said more forcefully, "Get back!" Sparks of pink light shot out of her hair, and the tree-monster yelped like an injured dog before stumbling backwards. Pru took a deep breath and said sternly, "You are all going to leave us alone and go back to your woods. Go, now!"

The tree-creatures were visibly displeased, but they mostly turned and reluctantly shuffled away towards the forest beyond the village. A few resisted, glaring the three humans down gnashing their teeth and flexing their claws in a threatening manner. Pru took a decisive step forward and slammed her staffing into the ground, screaming, "NOW!" The pink in her hair glowed brightly for a few seconds, and as if of one mind the wood-monsters broke and ran as if a woodchipper were chasing them. Pru stood firm until the last of the erstwhile invaders were out of sight, and then she slumped against her staff and let out an exhausted sigh.

"Okay…the hell were those and the hell did you just do, kid?" asked Lea.

"My hypothesis is that absorbing the essence of Marluxia's rose also imparted some of his chlorokinetic abilities to her," said Even.

"Say what?"

"She received Marluxia's plant powers through that rose," Even rephrased.

"Ah."

"Am I right?" Even asked Pru.

Pru took another moment to catch her breath, and then she straightened and turned to face the visitors and nodded. "Since I was little, I've had a way with plants," she affirmed, "The wise woman must have suspected how the rose would affect me, because from my fifth birthday on she made a habit of visiting us and teaching me everything she knew about the Fey. As for those creatures, they were Treants. Forest-guards."

"Okay, now hold on. Just what is the Fey that we keep hearing about, and what does it have to do with Marluxia?" asked Lea.

Pru looked thoughtful, and at length she replied, "The Fey, also called the Fair-folk or just Fairies, are the spirits of nature, the children of Oberon and Tatiana. You've got the Good Fairies who bless humans and live alongside them, and then you have Evil Fairies like Maleficent who despise humanity and use the darker powers of nature against them. Then there's the Wild Fairies, the True Fey, who still follow the old ways and live in the sacred places. To them, humans are just another, if unusual, kind of animal that they have to keep an eye on from time to time. Fey Law prohibits the Wild Ones from taking direct action against any species of animal, so they use their magic to create Treants to protect their sacred places. Usually, a Treant will never leave its home and seek out humans, much less do so in huge mobs, but the last year or so they've been doing it a lot. Thanks to the wise woman, I can use what little Fey magic is in my blood to turn them away, but it's getting harder. That green fire in their eyes is a sign of Dark Fey magic corrupting them, but the only Evil Fairy we know of is Maleficent, and she hasn't been seen in these lands since Princess Aurora disappeared eight years ago."

"That was when Mal and her allies were collecting the Princesses," Lea recalled. "She relocated to Hollow Bastion as her base of operations, until Sora destroyed her, and after she came back her and that fat dummy of hers decided to take over The Castle That Never Was. Last I saw of them, they were at Disney Castle trying to get some journal from the Mouse King. Heh, she gave up real quick once I showed up," he bragged.

"You've faced Maleficent?!" asked Pru, looking amazed.

"Ha! I know she seems all big and bad and scary to you guys, but let's just say that in the 'bigger world' she's not that big a deal," said Lea smugly. Even coughed into his fist and gave Lea a warning look. Lea just rolled his eyes. Then a thought occurred to him. "Hey, you said these things are being corrupted by Darkness or something like that, right? Well I'm training to be one of the Guardians of Light, so this sounds like a problem I ought to solve for you. If these Treants come from sacred fairy places, where's the nearest one? Maleficent's mountain?"

Pru, still looking a little awed, shook her head. "The Forbidden Mountain was Maleficent's domain for many years, but it was never a sacred place of the Fey. The closest such place is Elmira's Spring. The wise woman took me there a couple times, but I haven't been that far from home since she passed away. I have no idea what state it's in now."

"Alright, sounds as good a place to start as any. How do we get there?" asked Lea.

"Lea, we're already chasing down a trail that went cold years ago, yes? We can't afford to get sidetracked on a side-quest!" protested Even.

"It's not a side-quest for you guys, it's a side-quest for me. Official fighting-the-Darkness stuff, like old man Yen Sid taught me. Besides, we've got as much as we'll get following this trail; Marluxia sought out a wise woman for advise on confronting Maleficent, which he probably did, which is probably how he got Nobodied. You should probably regroup with the others and compare notes, and if they don't have anything better we can investigate Mal's old digs for clues. Meanwhile, I'll check out this fairy spring and see what I can do to take care of this evil Treant problem. Don't worry, if it looks like it'll take too long, I'll send a message to Yen Sid to send Riku or somebody to take care of it. Fair enough?"

Even sighed. "Very well. You have good points, yes. We'll split up in the morning."

"Hold up!" said Pru, "I…you can't just go to the Spring! You need Fey magic to get in–"

"Can you guide me?" Lea asked immediately, cutting her off.

"What? No! I can't just leave the village to–"

"Oh, yes you can, Prunella Collins." This time it was Mrs. Collins, stepping into view from around the corner, who interrupted her. "I've known for months that you would have to go to the Spring to figure out this problem eventually; you're the only one who can. And if we take a capable fighter with us, so much the better."

"Us?" Lea and Pru questioned simultaneously.

"Well, yes, of course 'us'. I'm not very well allowing my fourteen-year-old daughter to go traveling with a man all alone," said Mrs. Collins with a suggestive smirk. Pru blushed furiously while Lea had a fit of whooping laughter. Even chuckled a bit too. "So if that's all settled, let's us go have some dinner and prepare for tomorrow, and then a good night's rest. Hoping of course that those twisted Treants keep away for the rest of the night."

The castle:

"So there are Nobodies on this world, then," said Dilan grimly. The three apprentices were assembled in one of the castle's guest room, the one granted to Ienzo who was lying in bed, still recovering from severe magic-fatigue. Dilan stood leaning against a wall facing Ienzo as he had recounted the attack on the gummi ship, and Aeleus was sitting at the foot of the bed, so agitated that he was fiddling with one of his old puzzle-rings.

"Yes. There were Creepers, Dusks, and Assassins, and two more breeds I didn't recognize," Ienzo elaborated.

Aeleus frowned and sat his puzzle down. He glanced over his shoulder at the young man who was like a kid brother to him, more so than he was to the other apprentices. "Unidentified Nobody types? How can that be? Xemnas claimed that all Nobodies in the Realm of Light served the Organization."

"That could have been his vanity talking," said Dilan dismissively, as if the mystery of the unidentified Nobodies was no more than a trifling curiosity. "Or perhaps Xemnas kept them a secret from the rest of us. Or possibly Xemnas didn't even know of them. They could be serving the true Xehanort, now that he's returned, or maybe they're not connected to Xehanort or the Organization at all. Nobodies aren't like the Emblem Heartless, after all. While the Organization arranged for many of them to be made," everyone present had to repress a shudder as they remembered some of the more repugnant duties they had performed for the Organization; Dilan continued, "we didn't actually manufacture them. These could be Nobodies that came about without any input on our part. The Organization's part, I mean."

"We know what you meant," said Aeleus solemnly, "But it can't be a coincidence. A large, co-ordinated group of lesser Nobodies appearing on the same world at the same time as us, attacking the vessel we arrived on?" Aeleus only said so much when he needed to, but he said no more. He knew Dilan was smart enough to draw the right conclusion on his own.

"You think Xehanort sent them," Dilan surmised, "And unfortunately, I agree. Wish it weren't so, but it is the most–the only–logical explanation. Question is, could it have possibly…wait, no, there's another possibility!" Dilan exclaimed abruptly, his eyes growing wide. Ienzo seemed to have reached the same idea at the same time, because he said in tandem with Dilan, "Maleficent!"

Dilan stared at Ienzo, who returned a sheepish grin; he had no intention of upstaging his elder. To his (and Aeleus's) surprise, Dilan chuckled and said, "Go on, then."

Ienzo's face flushed with flattered embarrassment, but he cleared his throat and went on, "Well, the account Riku gave us of the battle at the Castle That Never Was stated that Maleficent and Pete turned up at the castle with intent to take it over after the Keyblade wielders drove Xemnas out. Sora saw nothing of her afterwards, but there's no reason to assume that Maleficent didn't succeed in taking over the castle. With all the Organization members gone there would be no one to direct the lesser Nobodies, and the profusion of Heartless that resulted from the destruction of the false Kingdom Hearts would not have posed a serious problem given Maleficent's ability to control the Heartless. And with the Castle under her control, Maleficent would have access to the reserve Nobodies we kept in storage."

"But you need to be a Nobody to control lesser Nobodies," said Aeleus.

"Said Xemnas, who also told us that Nobodies can't grow back their own hearts and many other lies," said Ienzo. "Granted, I don't see how lying about controlling Nobodies would have benefitted him, but the point stands that he was a terribly unreliable source of information."

"On the other hand, who's to say that Maleficent isn't a Nobody now?" asked Dilan. Ienzo and Aeleus both stared at him. "Sorry, Ienzo, it seems you only had half the brainwave I did. Look at it this way: we know that Riku, while under Xehanort's possession, used the Keyblade to unlock the power of darkness in Maleficent's heart, after which she transformed into a monstrous dragon. Sora destroyed her, and a year later she inexplicably returns in Yen Sid's Mysterious Tower, which is in the Realm of In-Between, according to the Three Good Fairies. But who's to say that 'unlocking the power of darkness in her heart' wasn't just a fancy way of saying that her heart was consumed by the Darkness? That Dragon could have been her Heartless, and the Maleficent that returned last year and has been operating since may have really been Maleficent's Nobody all along. Granted, you guess is as good as mine why it would take a year for her to come back, but we do know that Naminé's memory-unchaining-and-rechaining had strange side-effects on a lot of people who were connected to Sora. I can't prove this hypothesis…but it's plausible, don't you fellows think?"

Ienzo and Aeleus thought it over. At length, Aeleus said, "It's not exactly airtight…but yes, it is plausible."

"It would explain the two attacks occurring at the same time," concurred Ienzo, "if both were being directed by a common master."

Dilan pushed himself off the wall and produced his pocket-computer. "I'm sending a message to Lea and Even to hold their position and wait for us to pick them up in the morning. We'll set out at first light. We'll get around to dealing with Maleficent, if she really is here, but our priority is finding Marluxia's Other. So far, our best lead seems to be this Rozera place. For now, let's get our rest."

Aeleus stood up and followed Dilan out of the room, stopping in the doorway to look back and say, "Good night, Ienzo."

"Good night, Aeleus," Ienzo replied. A moment later, he was alone. 'Should I have told them about…the one who saved me?' he thought to himself. 'No. I promised I wouldn't, after all,' he decided before rolling over and letting his fatigue pull him under, into blissful dream-land.

Twenty-four years ago:

He was shaken awake, not roughly the way Corbin did, but so gently that when he awoke he didn't realize he was being shaken awake at first. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and looked to his right; there, in his own cot, Corbin still slept like a log being sawed in half. Next, he looked to the left, where the shaking had come from. There, kneeling beside his cot, was a girl with a lit candle in hand. Not the princess; this girl was taller, skinnier, with a freckled face and muddy-brown eyes. Her fine dress still stuck out like a sore thumb in the humble wooden shack where he and his caretaker dwelt. He took an educated guess that she was one of the princess's handmaidens. "Oo the ruddy 'ell ah you, an' watcha doin' in 'ere?" he asked roughly, forcing his voice several octaves lower than the norm. Then he gave what he hoped looked like a convincingly lecherous grin and asked, "Ye come lookin' fer a stallion ta ride?"

The handmaiden just rolled her eyes. "Don't bother concealing your identity, knave. You're the only boy here, let alone the only one with blue eyes; I know you're the one the princess encountered."

His expression became neutral, and he spoke normally, "What do you want with me? I have no intention of going down to that lake again–not at night anyways. Tell the princess that I meant what I said last night. I meant her no harm. I still mean her no harm. Now, Corbin is still asleep, which means it's way too early for me to be awake. And unlike you and your mistress, I have a day of hard work ahead of me. So leave me be so I can go back to sleep."

The handmaiden stood up. "The princess commands an audience. You must obey her summons or risk losing your head." With that she stood up, turned around, and went back outside.

Groaning, he got out of the cot and stretched its thin sheet back over it, then put on his breeches, shirt, and the bandana that he always tied around his head. Finally, he pulled on over his shirt a brown tunic that designated him as a farmer. The Crest of Rozera, a highly stylized rose, was embroidered in red on the tunic to mark him as one of the farmers who tended the castle's private wheat field. The castle kept its own wheat field so that the Florises could make sure they had the best wheat in the kingdom, which in turn became flour of the highest quality, which the Florises had turned into the most exquisite of pastries. Because pastries were that big of a deal to the House of Floris. Ensuring the quality of the wheat was the responsibility of the Royal Agriculturist, which was Corbin. Despite the title, Corbin lived and worked right alongside the other dozen farmhands, and being his ward/apprentice had never afforded the boy any special treatment. Unless you counted the fact that he only had to share his living space with Corbin, rather than the rest of the farmhands.

He slipped outside; it was indeed obscenely early, as it was still pitch-dark out. The handmaiden was waiting for him, and without a word she turned and strode away towards the castle. He followed, and was led directly to a modest door set in the castle's side. A servant's entrance, most likely. It let them right into the kitchen, where the princess was sitting at a table with a lantern, waiting for them.

"Thank you, Patience. You can go back to bed," said the princess.

The handmaiden, Patience, seemed hesitant. "Are you certain, Milady?"

"I'll be fine," she replied resolutely.

Patience took a moment to spare him a dirty look that promised all kinds of horrible comeuppances if anything happened to the princess, and then smartly departed. When she was well away, the princess gestured and ordered, "Be seated, farmboy."

"As you wish," he sneered, giving a mock bow before complying.

"And take that silly thing off of your head," she further ordered.

His eyes widened. "I can't," he blurted immediately. "I…I'm not allowed–"

"You are so, because your princess ordered you to," she pressed. When he hesitated further, she added, "Unlike before, I have the upper-hand. You're in the castle when you've no right to; that door behind you locked as soon as Patience closed it. Should I scream, a guard will be here in minutes. Father may scold me for being out of bed to get a midnight snack, but he'll be mostly furious at you for being in here. And whatever you may say will be your word against mine."

To the princess's surprise, given her expression, the boy smiled. "You and I are more alike than I reckoned, Princess. You're a far cry from the icon of purity and sweetness that your ilk are so often portrayed as."

The princess narrowed her eyes. "Purity and sweetness only go so far in the real world, as Father and my tutors delight in reminding me."

"Have I your word that you won't tell anyone, if I do remove my head-wrap?"

"Tell anyone what?"

"You'll know when you see it."

The princess, again going by her expression, seemed equal parts annoyed and intrigued. "Very well," she said with a wave of her hand. She crossed her heart and said, "Whatever your other secret is, it's safe with me."

He didn't ask her what secret she already thought he had. He already had his suspicions, and they chilled him to the core. He reached up and slipped his thumbs under the bandana, and carefully peeled it forward and off of his head. As he dropped it into his lap, he could barely hold back his smile at the way her jaw dropped and her eyes popped. "You…your hair," she gasped in a strangled whisper.

Running his hand over the short pink fluff he could only give the princess his driest smile; Corbin shaved him bald every morning, as he was under orders to do, but by the next morning it had always grown back at least an inch. And it was the exact same vibrant pink hue as the princess's. "How?" she demanded to know.

The boy shrugged. "How should I know? I'm just a ten-year-old boy, and it's not as though any members of the royal family inexplicably vanished almost eleven years ago. And it's not like my caretaker, Corbin Wiser, used to be a knight of Rozera and a member of the royal guard who was responsible for protecting that hypothetical missing royal until her–or his, for argument's sake–mysterious disappearance and his own subsequent banishment to the wheat fields." No one had ever told him the truth, especially not Corbin, but he was smart. He could read between the lines.

The princess could too, it would seem, as she only thought over his words for a moment before her eyes widened again. "You mean to say–or rather, imply, I suppose–that you're the illegitimate son of my missing aunt, the Grand Duchess Rosanna?"

The boy only shrugged again. "My hair is the royal pink for some reason, and I suppose anything is possible."

"But, it's bright, like mine," the princess added. He knew what she meant; most of the Florises, His Majesty included, had hair of a darker shade, more Dusty Rose than Salmon.

"You felt what I felt when we touched," he offered by way of an explanation, "So tell me, Your Highness…do you like plants?"

"I…" the princess began, but words seemed to fail her. Instead, she reached under the table and produced a clay pot full of rich black soil. She sat it down and hold her hand over it, palm down, and closed her eyes. Her hair began to glimmer with a soft aura of magic, and after a moment a green light seemed to glow from under the soil. It stirred, and a bit of green poked out, growing right before his eyes until it was a short, springy little stem with a couple little leaves and topped by a budding bulb. The princess withdrew her hand and opened her eyes, looking at him expectantly. He obliged her, but made no gestures. He only stared at the budding flower, and sparks flared from his own short-cropped hair as the flower rapidly shot up and blossomed, and continued growing until the princess was staring agape at a dahlia that was twice the size it should have been, and moreover seemed to give off its own ethereal aura even after the boy exhaled and the light faded from his hair. "Wow," she murmured softly.

He just shrugged. "It's probably just that I practice more than you. I can feel the power in you, too, just as strongly as my own. Or maybe it's that I live out there, closer to the land than you do."

"Can you teach me…Cousin?" the princess asked, behaving humbly for a change.

The appellation, however appropriate it might have been, put him ill at ease. "My name is…not Cousin, anyways," he said stiffly. He thought it over a bit, and realized that if she really wanted to know his name, there was nothing to stop her from asking around. So he told her.

As he predicted, she raised a brow and commented, "That's…an unusual name."

"That's why I don't like giving it out when I can avoid it," he snapped.

"Well, as long as we're alone, Cousin is a good enough substitute isn't it?" she asked, seeming almost eager now.

He could only sigh. "Have it your way…Cousin." He frowned. "Don't you feel just the least bit threatened by this? I mean…I may be younger than you, and I may not have your father's favor, but I am a male of the royal bloodline. And the upside of being a peasant is that you know what the other peasants think of the king. Your father's…not the most popular man in the kingdom, to put it mildly."

The princess frowned, but she shrugged. "Assuming Father doesn't inspire the people to revolt first, I will take the throne when my time comes and show everyone that I have the kingdom's best interests at heart. They're too smart to say anything about it, but I suspect my tutors don't care for his way of doing things either. And…I have dreams, sometimes, of when the land was healthier. When the people were happier. I think our Fey cousins send me these dreams, telling me that I have the power to make things better again." She gave him a friendly smile, though her eyes grew a bit icy, "Whether you support me or get in my way is entirely up to you, farmboy."

Despite the less-than-subtle threat, he could only chuckle. "A princess after my own heart." He stood up and gave a mock bow, "Right then, consider me at your service, Princess Hanna."

For the first time, Hanna gave him a smile that didn't seem at all calculated. "You and I…we're going to get along famously, I think."

A/N: And so, after a long day of reconnaissance, our heroes are ready to rest and have made plans for tomorrow. While the Four Apprentices travel to the kingdom of Rozera in search of their former comrade, Lea and his new friends investigate a mystical spring in search of the cause for the Treants' rage. Are the Heartless and Nobodies that trouble our heroes really being controlled by a common master, and is there some connection between them and the corrupted nature spirits? And what possible chain of events could possibly have led a seemingly innocent farmboy to become the Graceful Assassin? Who saved Ienzo, why did they save Ienzo, and why did they ask the former Cloaked Schemer not to mention them? And will we ever learn Marluxia's true name?! Only time will tell, dear readers, so please wait patiently for the next chapter! And if you really want to inspire me to hit the grindstone hard, please be sure to leave plenty of reviews!

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