Hey Star Wars Fans! RUHLSAR000 her- *Ducks am incoming tomato* Here! And to all my followers from my other projects. Please don't kill me. My computer went into a legitimate coma and by the time I got a new one, I had started college and just crud kept happening until I moved on to other fandoms. I so know mostly where I was going and now that I've gotten back into writing, those should be updated soon… Probably. *Ducks another tomato* Anyway, I love Star Wars Rebels. I started formally writing this after Fire Across the Galaxy, so it will not be following season two, which will be premiering next week at some convention. I sadly can't stress this enough, I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS! THEY BELONG TO THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF DISNEY! I love you, Disney!

Miranda looks at her husband, holding their newly adopted daughter in his arms. She herself holds their new born son. The Force works in mysterious ways. She had been told that since she was able to walk. And it certainly made planning impossible. Their months of planning destroyed in a matter of seconds. Their plans to return to the Temple. Their plans for Tamara DeLune to raise their son. All smashed. The mid-rim was too close to the destruction. Miranda needs to go into hiding, as do Zara and Caleb. It would be too dangerous for her to stay with her family.

"We have discussed this, Miranda." Her husband says, suddenly.

"I didn't say anything." Miranda says, shifting their sleeping son. She had only known her children for a few days and yet she loved both babes more than she had ever believed possible.

"My brothers won't look twice at a family." Her husband argues, "And what if he takes after you?" He looks down at their son. Terror clear in his eyes. "We already know Sonya is one. I can't hide two. I can't teach them what they will need to know. Only you can."

Miranda begins to protest, "But five. It's like a beacon."

"Three." A young twenty year old with dark gold hair and blue and green eyes enters the room.

"Zara." Miranda turns to her student. "What do you mean?"

"Caleb and I agreed that, for the children's sake, we can't go with you." Zara says, sadly. "Caleb has already left, but sends his thanks again for sneaking him out of that combat zone and not killing him on the spot." She looks to Miranda's husband, who nods sadly. It was probably to much to ask for him to live with the image of his master's murder for the foreseeable future. The guilt for his brothers' action is like a knife that will stab him for the rest of his life.

"And you?" Miranda asks the girl she's watched blossom into a beautiful young woman.

"I'll probably stay and with Mom, for a few months. Then go into hiding on an outer-rim planet." Zara says, "Mom gathered all the documentation you'll need to start a new life."

"We'll need to thank Tamara before we go." Miranda says.

Miranda's husband steps forward, "Where should we set up that new life?" He tried to hide the slight excitement in his voice, it is anything but appropriate. But, a new life with a family is more than he had ever dreamed of.

"Lothal. It's not yet a part of the Empire. You should be able to set up a life there that no one will look twice at before the Empire gains control. Plus, its pretty easy to broadcast there." Zara gives a knowing smirk.

Miranda shifts her son to one arm, and puts a hand on Zara;s right shoulder. "You have grown. Perhaps most importantly you have grown into a truly good person. I am proud to call you my friend." She fingers small braid that begins behind her right ear. "In my mind, you have out grown that." Her son wakes up and starts fussing. Miranda smiles at him, "Sh. Ezra. Its alright. Ezra..."

Ezra groans as he wakes up. "Ter 6! Specter 6! EZRA!" Ezra has the strangest sense of deja vu. Only instead of Hera yelling at him, it was Kanan. Sitting up, Ezra picks up the com, "Here Specter 1. What happened?" Ezra tries to remember, but it is hard through the very sharp headache.

"One of Specter 5's explosives went off early." Kanan says.

"It was NOT my explosives." Sabines voice pipes in.

"Wha' so the Empire decided to blow up ther' own ship." Zeb say.

"Hey, I am fighting a concussion here. Could you quiet down." Ezra says.

"We'll be right there, Specter 6." Kanan says.

"No! We need to get the info to confirm my vision. Look I'll head back to the Ghost. Okay?" Ezra argues. The vision, the others may not realize its significance, but Kanan and Ashoka understood.

"You had better be on the Ghost, when we get back." Kanan ordered, clearly not happy. The other begin to protest, but Ezra puts the com away. He stands and begins trying to find his way back to the Hanger Bay. He was in the bowels of the ship. The fastest way would be through the core. The way with the least amount of stormtroopers would be the vents, but with the possible, probable concussion, that seemed a little dangerous. Especially since Kanan would not be able to fit, if Ezra passed out. The core awaits. He ducks to the side as stormtroopers, concerned with Sabine's distraction, completely missed his presence. The door to the core opens. On the cat walk in front of him, a girl his age, though half a head taller, stands, glaring at him. Her light golden hair is tied back in twin french braids. She wears a white halter dress with so much fabric cut away from her midriff that only an 'X' of fabric is left. White leggings disappeared into white boots. But her eyes, yellow eyes, with their cold glare, causes Ezra to pause. Her message is clear without a word.

"Specter 1," Ezra grabs his com, "I may be late."

Kanan's reaction is predictable and loud, "What do you mean? Specter 6!" Ezra turns off his com. The girl reaches to the small of her back pulling out one metal cylinder with a second cylinder, which she grips, stuck out at a ninety degree angle at one end. She lined the cylinder with her forearm. She the pulls out a twin cylinder in her other hand. She clicks a button on each cylinder, igniting two three feet long lightsaber blades.

"Right, I am definitely going be late." Ezra says, drawing his lightsaber and the shoto he had found in his house not three months ago. It surprised both him and Kanan. The green blade shouldn't have existed and yet it was there. After serval hours, Ezra decided to take it. Kanan had let him decided by himself. Ezra took to duel wielding quickly, as if it was in his blood. And looking at the muscles of the girl in front of him he is going to need every ounce of skill he has gained.

She lunges. Ezra barely swings his blades up in time to block. Ezra's arm shake from the impact. She, in an impressive display of flexablity, weaves her leg between the blades, landing a kick on to his chest, tossing Ezra back to the ground. Ezra rolls to the side, avoiding her strikes. He clips his blades to his belt, then rolls off the edge. The girl knees down, turning off her blades, looking over the edge, shocked.

Ezra using years of surviving on the street and the Force, flings himself to the other side of the cat walk and back on. The girl barely dodges the first kick but not the second. She jumps back ten feet, landing with her right hand grazing the floor. A laugh escapes her lips, "You're very resourceful."

"Had to be." Ezra reignites his blades, sliding into back stance.

"You'll need to be more than that to survive my vengeance." She slides into an attack stance, "After all, I'm resourceful, too." She shoots forward, pinning his blades. Then, without warning, her blades vanish, as she moves to the left. Ezra, not expecting the sudden lack of pressure, is thrown off balance and falls forward, into the girl's knee. Though Ezra's breath is knocked out out of him, he takes the opportunity to hook her knee with his arm and sweep out her ankle, throwing her to the ground. She flips over, kneeling, barely blocking Ezra's blade. Striking back she swings her other blade. Ezra blocks with the shoto. The girl struggles, but stands up, with the pressure of Ezra's blades baring down upon her. With a surge of strength, Ezra forced her back while jumping back.

"Vengeance? What have I done to you? I don't even know you." Ezra thinking of ways to end this battle. She is strong and, judging by her movements, had more training than him. In other words, a difficult battle without his head spinning from the explosion.

"No, but your master killed my master, the only person in seven years to show me any kindness." She yells, "I will make him suffer. Nothing could make him suffer more than losing his apprentice. That's what my master feared most. That's the pain I will give your master." She launches at him.

Ezra blocks all the strikes, before lock their blades "My master wouldn't kill anyone!"

"No! My master, the inquisitor that was sent after you two, would disagree." She yells, again, before jumping back. She breathes, calming herself into fury both icy and fiery. That sends waves of worry through Ezra. A fiery fury, experience has taught him, grants strength. An icy fury, a relentless clarity. Both meant he is in deep trouble. He is already barely holding his own. The Inquisitor had trained his apprentice well and she wants his blood.

The girl kicks into a new gear. Ezra struggles to block each strike, due to five more coming with each block. She knocks his blades to one side and momentarily pins both his blades with one of her. She turns off the lightsaber not in use, swinging it around before striking at Ezra temple with the pommel. Ezra barely ducks in time. She's flicked her lightsaber back to place and ignited before Ezra has recovered from his duck. He locks their lightsabers, again. Ezra pants, and though the girl isn't showing it Ezra feels the twinges of exhaustion lacing her Force signature. Yet, they continue to push their lightsaber, if one should falter the other will strike the other.

Ezra hopes Kanan, panicking, had ignored Ezra's wishes and is on his way. If Ezra even tried to go for his com, he'd be dead before he'd reach. Ezra is under no delusions about that.

With a flash of inspiration, that would have cause him to hit himself had he not been so sure the girl would (With her lightsaber), Ezra flicks his guard around and fires at her. She couldn't dodge it. The stun allowed Ezra to put distance between the two, but she is still between him and the door he needs to go through. Not much else is achieved. The girl didn't even falter. Through staggered breath, she smirks, "My, My, a Jedi using a blaster and one combined with his lightsaber, the sacred weapon of peace. What would the masters of the old order think?"

Ezra's breathe calms into a normal pattern, "Does it matter? Now's a time when a Jedi needs a blaster."

For whatever reason, the girl flinches, "Shame to have to kill you. You remind me of my mother. She had the deepest blue eyes. A truly amazing Jedi." She lunges forward again, their short reprieve over.

Ezra blocks, "Revenge will only leave you hollow."

"Ha. You are a Jedi." She growls. She pushes forward, all her pain from the open wounds to her heart comes to the surface and with it, a surge of ferocity. Ezra screams from the most agonizing pain he has ever felt. Both his lightsabers hit the floor of the catwalk, his with a clang and the shoto with barely a sound. Ezra falls back, off the edge of the catwalk. He catches sight of his severed left arm, still clutching the shoto. Ezra grabs onto the edge of the catwalk with his right hand. He tries to pull himself up but he can't. KANAN! He screams through the bond. Unless a miracle happened, Ezra is dead. There is no other catwalk, or ledge this time. Just hundred foot drop into the engine.

The girl steps forward. Ezra looks up at her, she down at him. A memory struggles to the surface.

"EBBY!" A six year old girl with blonde hair tied back in twin braids and forest green eyes says, looking over the edge of the tall building's roof they were on. "Mom isn't going to like this. And she will know she always know."

"Like how she liked you climbing that tree, Sunny." A six year old Ezra laughs as the wind blows into his face.

"That was different and you know it. That bird had a broken wing I had to heal it." Sunny says, looking over the edge. After a moment of sheer terror, she gasps at the view. "WOAH!" She starts gasping words of amazement in Mandalorian.

Ezra laughs, "Told you so." Ezra gestured to the communication tower in the distance, "Someday I am going to climb it, and see everything for miles."

"And I'll be right there beside you. Right?" Sunny smiles.

"When are we ever apart, Sis?" Ezra smiles at his adopted sister in Mandalorian.

"Never, Brother." Sunny smiles, answering in Mandalorian. After a moment, she asks in Mandalorian, "Why do you think we can do what we can do? Why can I heal things just by touching them? Why do you know what's going to happen before it happens?"

"Mom said she'd tell us when we turned seven." Ezra says.

"But that's months away!" Sunny yells in common.

"It's not like we can make her tell us any sooner, and I'm going to have to wait a whole week longer than you." Ezra mock glares at her, causing her to laugh. "Come on Mom is already going to have a loth-cow." Ezra spins.

"Ezra!" Sunny yells, before it happens. Ezra's foot lands on a wet stone, giving him no traction. It slides out fast. Ezra is falling off a five story building. He barely grabs on to the edge in time, but he's not strong enough to keep holding on.

He feels the stone edging out of his grip. He feels two hands wrap around his wrist. He looks up to see his sister, holding on to him and pulling up. A new fear fills him, what if he took his sister with him. "Save it!" Sunny grunts. "I'm not letting go. We can pull you up or we go splat." Ezra nods. "On three.'" Sunny grits her teeth. "One. Two. Three!" The two kids pull with all their strength. Somehow Ezra gets his chest on to the ledge, then his right leg, then his left leg. "Are you okay?"

"What were you thinking? You could have been pulled over as well." Ezra says, his legs shake before giving out.

Sunny sinks to her knees in front of him, "I am Sonya Yon. That's who I was born and no amount of fake paperwork can change that, but I am your sister, Sunny Bridger. We are a part of each other. I named you Ebby and you named me Sunny." Sunny smiles, and in her light gentle voice says. "I'll always catch you. And you'll always catch me. That's what it means to be you and me"

Ezra's hand feels the cold metal slipping away. Scared, he gives one last look to the girl before squeezing his eye shut. At least, the other were able to complete the mission. He refused to believe they hadn't. His hand loses his grip.

Ezra is stopped by a slight but surprising jerk, as two hands squeeze his wrist. Ezra's eye shoot open. The girl is lying on her stomach, looking straight at him with wide yellow eyes and with a pained yet panicked look. She squeezes her eye shut and Ezra feels himself start to float. Like when he fell off the Ghost, but not as strong. She tugs him on to the catwalk. Both collapse on the ground, panting. The adrenaline finally running its course.

"You helped me..." Ezra say as a question, though a part of him isn't surprised.

She moves on to her knees, looking so much like she did all those years ago "I said... I'd always catch you..." Her voice soft and edged with traces of fear, unlike her taunts earlier.

"Sunny..." Ezra starts.

"Sonya, Ezra. Sunny died when I broke four years ago. Even then I hadn't used Sunny since your seventh birthday." Sonya says, sadly. Ezra catches her real meaning immediately. "You better forget about me. After all, we are on opposite sides. I won't kill you for vengeance but for my duties to the Empire I will have to eventually. Your only chance is to kill me, before I can kill you."

"What? No, run away! Go far away! Where they can't find you! Or join us!" Ezra tries to sit up, but falls back down.

"Maybe I could have once, but I am too broken now." Sonya stands and looks down at him. "You were my brother, Ezra. I loved you. Still do. But, we are opposite sides of a coin, in shadow and light, bleached and in color."

"Sunny..." Ezra says before his injuries catch up to him. He collapses. Sonya for the first time in a while wishes her healing abilities stuck with her through her fall. The fall that Ezra is, no doubt, going to blame himself for not catching.

The door to a catwalk above them opens. The man Sonya hates more than anything runs through them. Sonya wants to kill him more than anything. So she will. She turns to face him. A moment passes of him staring at her and her glaring at him. Something tugs in her mind. Not lingering light, but something that stops murderess plans. Ezra. She kills his master, she will sentence him to the same pain she has been feeling for the past six months. She would have to kill them together, but even before she thought it she doubted she'd ever be able to kill Ezra. She only hoped he didn't know that.

The moment ends. Sonya summons her discarded lightsabers as she runs to the exit.

Kanan swoops down on to the catwalk and rushes to Ezra. "No. No. No." He chants to himself. He feels for a pulse, grateful to find a weak one. He needs to get back to the Ghost. He looks around for his padawan's lightsabers. He found the normal one, summoning it. His breath hitches as he see the other one. He looks down to confirm his horror. He needed to get Ezra out of here. Now! He summons the shoto, and halls Ezra over his shoulder and starts to run.

Ezra's consciousness waxes and wanes multiple time over the last who knows how long. It is in these blurs that the nightmare comes and goes taunting him. Finally, the faint sound of beeping annoys him enough to get up. Or rather opens his eyes. It's dark. That's the first thing he realizes. There are a few for lack of a better word nightlights in the room, just enough for him to make out several beds with bars on the sides. Hospital beds. There are three to his left, two to his right. He then notices he's in one. That annoying beeping, a heart monitor. Ezra notices with irritation he has an oxygen tube hooked up to his face as well as an IV to his arm. With further irritation he notices he couldn't sit up. With a sigh, he opens his bond to his master. Feeling Kanan's exhaustion and unusually high stress levels, Ezra decides to let his master continue sleeping.

Ezra final notices one last thing. His left arm. Holding it up, he flexes it. The shiny metal parts glint as they move in the minimal light. A tear slides too easily down his face. It wasn't a nightmare. He... He couldn't deal with it right now. He sees a nurse call button. He pushes it. There is the sound of a chair scraping roughly against the ground. The door whooshes open, to see a Twi'ek nurse rush in.

Ezra cringes, "Sorry, didn't mean to cause you to panic, just thought the doctor might want to know I am a wake after... How long was I out for?"

She gives him a warm smile. "Two days."

"No wonder Kanan felt exhaust. Could we not wake them? I think they need some rest." Ezra say, worrying about the crew.

The nurse nods. "I'll call the doctor, but wait till morning before calling the Ghost Cell." Cell, it sounded so cool in Ezra mind, yet a whopping six month later and he still wasn't used to it, yet. He isn't alone anymore and they aren't going anywhere, not this time.

Ezra let himself get lost in his memories for once, the pain, the loss, the love. There is a reason the crew, his cell didn't know about his past and it wasn't that he didn't trust them. No, it is something far simpler. It is too dark. He didn't want pity or his past to haunt the crew. Because, while the Empire broke Sonya, the streets broke Ezra. Ezra has had fixed himself so many times, only to be smashed again. He didn't want to break again, because each time it got harder to pick up the pieces. The question remains though, is he broken yet again?

The doctor comes rushing in. Ezra couldn't help but smile at the doctor's loth-cat slippers.

Kanan woke up at seven hundred, an hour later than normal. But given how exhausting the last few days had been it isn't really surprising. And because of the last few days, it isn't surprising that he shoots out of bed. He dresses quickly, and nearly runs into Hera as she comes out of her room. "You know, Love, they would have commed us he woke up." Hera puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Is that stopping you from going to wait at his bedside until we are force onto a mission?" Kanan ask, though they both noticed the answer. Hera shakes her head, a sad smile on her face.

"Can we hurry up?" Zeb asks leaning against the wall.

Sabine leans next to him, "How did the mission go so bad?" She is sure Ezra is going to blame her. She didn't set the explosives but someone had used her style of explosives and that resulted in Ezra getting separated and well they don't really know what happened. Just that Ezra faced off against what they thought was another inquisitor (Scary thought), and a tough one too. They walk out of the Ghost and into the main hanger. The medical ward isn't far for reasons now too familiar to the crew. A familiar Torguta runs into them as they enter the medical bay.

"Hey," Ashoka calls in surprise, "I thought you'd have gone running as soon as the com went out."

"What are you talking about?" Hera asks.

A nurse pops her head up with a yawn, "Given how exhausted he felt the Ghost Cell was, Ezra requested that the Ghost Cell not be commed until a reasonable hour."

"Ah," Ahsoka nods, understandingly. "Yeah, Ezra woke up around 3:00."

"What? Why weren't we commed?" All of the crew yells.

"Hey, I only found out this morning." Ashoka hold her hands up. Zeb starts arguing something, which naturally means Hera is trying to calm him. Kanan rolls his eyes and walks to ward 4. Soft music is playing in the background, from a beat up old radio. He smiles seeing Ezra who, while still hooked up to every machine Kanan could name and a few he couldn't, is propped up by the bed into a seat position, talking with the doctor. A plate that formerly held food is off to the side. Ezra holds up is new hand and press the tip of his thumb to each finger then reverses the process with an eye roll, earning a chuckle from the doctor, who notices Kanan.

"Well, it seems you have a visitor." The doctor smiles, Ezra looks over and smiles as he see Kanan.

"Five actually, but I think Hera is trying to calm Zeb after he found out we weren't commed when you woke up." Kanan walks over to Ezra, who sheepishly rubs the back of his head.

The others come in after a moment. "Thank goodness you're awake," Hera smiles.

"Sorry for worrying you," Ezra smiles at the crew, not really sure what to say. Small or large, he isn't used to people worrying about his injuries. It is nice, he had to admit and a part of him feels a little guilty for that.

"Kid, not' like it yo'r fault." Zeb says.

Though Zeb doesn't mean it to, the words cause Sabine to flinch. "Ezra, I just want you to know-" Sabine starts but stops as Ezra holds up his right hand.

"I know you didn't set off the bomb, Sabine. It was probably, Sunn- Sonya. It was probably Sonya, Sonya Yon. She wanted to fight me alone. Actually she wanted to kill me." Ezra says.

"Sonya?" Ahsoka asks.

"The girl who you were fighting?" Kanan realizes. The girl who cut off his hand. "She told you her name?"

"She didn't need to." Ezra say, knowing he is going to have to tell them. She may have told him to forget about their past but he couldn't. And it would come to the surface eventually. Ezra could only choose the way that would have the least amount of fall out, but it was also the most painful way.

"What do you mean?" Kanan asks. A new song begins on the radio, a very old song. Ezra heart monitor begins to beep faster, and Ezra can't help but think 'It has to be that one?'

The doctor realizing the source of the sudden distress asks, "Would you like to turn the radio off?"

Ezra shakes his head, "No, it's just that was my sister's favorite song when we were kids." The crews jaw drop, "You have a sister?"

"Adopted, I thought she died... eight almost nine years ago. She was too good to survive the streets. Then..." Ezra suddenly remembered the mission. "What happen during the mission?"

With a look to the heart monitor, the doctor sighs, "You're too excitable."

"We could not confirmed your vision but got everyone out safely. You're going to have to tell us what happened with Sonya." Ahsoka says. Kanan looks at her as if asking 'Now?' Ashoka shrugs him off, "You have history with her?"

Ezra could have lied, a part of him, the part that hadn't accepted the truth, wanted to so badly because there was no way the girl with a natural abillity to Force heal could fall. No way his sister could fall. Ezra sniffs and has to stop himself from rubbing his eyes with both hands, "Yes. I didn't realize it was her at first and she didn't recognize me. We fought. But as I was hanging on to the edge of the catwalk, I recognized her as she stood above me. And she recognized me. It was too much like that day when we were six... She caught me then and now... She pulled me up to the catwalk... After that I passed out..." Ezra breathing hitches as he fights back tears.

"She saved you but she was trying to kill." Sabine interrupts. "Why would she save you?"

"Because... she's my sister." Ezra say simply because that's all he could muster. Ezra begins to here that weird buzzing sound that is only audible in silence. Ezra has enough sense to squeeze his hands over his ears.

"WHAAAAT?!"

The nurse comes rushing in. "Ami, could you get Alexi of the Timber Cell." The doctor rubs his ears. The nurse nods, "Never a dull moment." With a confused look from Ahsoka, the doctor adds on "He was a child psychologist before he joined the rebellion." Ahsoka nods.

"Ow." Ezra groans, looking at his metal hand. "Doc, I'm going to assume that blood is not a good lubricant for my hand. Right?" The doctor groans before going to examine Ezra's bleeding left ear.

"Sonya Yon is your sister?" Kanan asks. Ezra nods, annoying the doctor in the process. "How?" Kanan asks the question on everyone's mind.

"My mom and her sister were traveling, don't ask me why my mom was traveling within a week of my do date, but she was. Her sister found a new born abandoned in the street, and brought her back. I was born, and a week later I was born. My dad joined us a week later. Then, they moved to Lothal with fake papers to avoid the Empire and the rest is history." Ezra says, "That's all I know about how Sunny, ah, Sonya was adopted. Mom and Dad were vague at best about how and why they moved to Lothal. But I can tell you that becoming a inquisitor was the last thing she wanted to be. Mom would tell us stories of the Jedi as kids. Sunny wanted to be a Jedi. Not to fight but to keep peace. She loved the stories of negotiations...of the wars the Jedi stopped and prevented" Ezra brushes tears out of his eyes. Hera got up and grabs a box of tissues. "Thanks," Ezra says taking the box and blowing his nose.

"You weren't born on Lothal?" Sabine asks surprised, speaking up for the first time. Ahsoka nods, slightly before leave, she wasn't needed. Everyone realizes this is to put this subject to bed for now and for that Ezra is grateful.

"No, I was born on a small sparsely populated moon of the Callali system," Ezra nods. "I actually have a godmother on Callali, though I've never met her. I wonder if she even knows my parents were taken."

"Where were your parent's from?" Zeb asks.

"Corusant." Ezra answers, stifling a yawn.

The doctor stands, "Alright that's enough excitement. Specter 6 has been through a lot and needs rest. I'd say he needs a drink but he's too young." The doctor starts hustling the crew out.

"Master?" Ezra says after a moment.

Kanan stops, before looking to the doctor. "Two minute." The doctor leaves.

Kanan walks back to Ezra, "You okay, Kid?" Kanan knows it's a stupid question, but Ezra always faked a laugh and pretended to be fine when he asks.

Ezra shake his head, "Honestly, no. She wasn't just my sister. She was my best friend for the first seven years of my life. We were never apart and that's not an exaggeration. When we were separated, when she was taken it was like I lost a piece of myself. Her memory helped me get through so many hard times when I was on the street..." Kanan put a hand on Ezra's shoulder. "You said that there is no coincidence, it's all the Force."

"Yes," Kanan nods, not knowing where this is going.

"Then what does that mean for Sunny and me?"

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