Gules tore his eyes away from the tortured image he saw reflected in the pool, casting a furious gaze on the ancient Elf- his sorrow at seeing her in such a state replaced in an instant by an overwhelming rage. "Yes, that's her- and you knew it. Tell me, or show me, where she is- and do it now, or you'll be joining that scum Vallon in trying to explain to whatever you see as a God exactly why you're there and not walking Norrath. Do not tell me to be patient, because I will not be. Take me to her, and I mean NOW!" The last few words came out an enraged scream, reopening the deep wound on his tongue so the voice was given visibility in form of a spray of hot blood.
The old Elf remained unimpressed by this display, answering quietly, "Vallon's forces are the elite scouts and they have a seer of their own. The seer has an eye on the future and is attuned to the vibrations, just like your little wife. They will know you are coming if you cannot remove the seer first... his forces number in the hundreds and they are hidden in the folds, awaiting your arrival... They know you are coming and you will die saving her." The mercurial pool shimmered, showing the seer stepping forward... she set spindly, weathered fingers against her abdomen as Ally began to struggle, trying to get away from the woman's touch.
"Seers...don't make me laugh, old one. There's no such thing. And as for his elite scouts, I have no fear of even a thousand of them- by whatever means it takes, she will be away from that Kelethin filth within the hour- or, mark my words- there will not be a Kelethin nor a Faydark for the traitorous scum to inhabit. If you can't help me, I'll take my leave- and do it myself." With those words, and a glaring look at the other, the Ranger spun on his heel and headed for the exit, only to be stopped by the mage's next words.
"You cannot leave that way, Ranger... stubborn, stubborn as your parents. It was good that Maeryn raised you ... else you would have been just like Vallon and hated by the one you love most. Look in the city of orcs... beyond their campfires." The crone bristled and shuffled through his chaotic assortment of trinkets, seeking something specific. Gules watched for a moment, heaving a frustrated sigh and staring up at the ceiling of the lair.
"Then tell me how I may leave and let me do so. And by City of the Orcs, I assume you mean the area where the Crushbone clan make their home- an area I know well. Can you be more specific, or do you wish to waste even more of my time?" He followed this with a glance at the pool, which still showed the scene of Ally struggling against the seer, her pierced wrists bleeding freshly as she reopened the wounds, her screams silent as no sound passed through the scrying pool. The mage twisted his head towards Gules then moved to the shelves. Rummaging through the litter, folding leathery hands around a silver medallion and crossing the antechamber towards him: "It is attuned to your defenses... press it to your chest."
Snatching the amulet from him, exasperation plainly visible on his face, Gules agreed. "If it will shut you up and let me get out of here..." He pressed the medallion to his chest halfheartedly, clearly tired of the delay- and the effect was immediate, a jolt of electricity flaring from the device inside Gules' chest to connect with the medallion, painfully. Immediately he could feel the tears coursing down her cheeks, her screams ringing in his ears, fresh blood pouring over her arms as she wriggled and pulled at the bonds cutting into her skin. The feeling caused a spontaneous reaction in the Ranger, and in his desire to stop the invading feelings, he immediately dropped the amulet to the floor and reached out to grab the mage by his throat, his voice coming harsh to both their ears. "And what was the meaning of that? Purely cruel and evil..I have no wish to feel her pain any more than I do without your help! Now, can you do something useful for me or not?"
One moment the mage was there, and the next was not, baubles of light and smoke flickering about as he faded to appear on the other side of pool, dusting his robes down and smoothing out the crinkles in the fabric with a snort. "No need to be barbaric. It was not cruel... you cannot find her if you cannot feel her. It will show you the way."
Gules glared across the pool at the mage, still agitated. "I felt nothing leading me anywhere. Another useless trinket made up by a fool is more like it. Sell your lies to those who will believe them. If you can lead me to her, then lead me. No more of your nonsensical babbling- or give the bird back to me and tell it the way. Now- where is the way out of this hole?"
"Pick it up and save your wife... stop acting petulant. It will aid your quest or you leave her to die." The mage began to shuffle back through a small door in the back of the antechamber with a grumble about petulant children and fussy elves. Exasperated, Gules picked up the amulet and stuffed it into a pouch at his belt, Calling loudly after the mage as to the way out. Faintly, the reply came- "Zemiel will show you out." The bird cawed bitterly, grumbling for being stuck with the task, fluttering off it's perch and into a door leading back into the maze. Through the twists and turns,
the bird led through the tunnels to a dead end where the bird perched on a torch and croaked "Medallion is the key."
"Well, at least it's good for something. Do you mean to accompany me on this trip, or are you staying with that idiot?" Gules reached the pouch and removed the medallion, looking for the spot to use it on the lock.
"Master is mad... crazy but fair. I come to watch. You live, I win bet." The bird cackled, feathers ruffling. The wall seemed blank, with no set place to put the medallion- a plain brick wall. Looking it over, Gules looked at Zemiel inquiringly and asked him how the key worked. "Press the medallion to the stone, and door will open."
Hesitating a moment, the medallion poised scant inches from the hidden door, the Ranger looked steadily into the bird's odd eyes. " And fear not, you'll win your bet. A bunch of filthy city-raised Elven trash aren't anything to fear."
"You assume much, Ranger. Press the medallion to the stone, and we'll be on our way." The bird cackled and preened it's dark feathers under the torchlight, jagged beak snipping and cleaning the untidy fronds.
"I assume nothing, and I fear nothing." Turning his attention from the crow, he pressed the medallion to the wall, anxious to leave the dark enclosed space. The wall pulled away with the grating of stone, moving down into the floor until it disappeared seamlessly. Before the Ranger's eyes, the Faydark spread out wide and empty. Faery drakes fluttered nearby, peering at the pair inquisitively before passing on to meander about flowers. An abandoned druid's ring stood silent, it's ethereal hum long since forgotten and emptied. With a resolute nod, Gules started out, the crow following on silent wings.
They traveled silently northeast for a time, skirting any sign of civilization, wishing to avoid prying eyes. Finally, some way north of Kelethin, the Ranger broke the silence with a question. "Why did you take me there, bird? That was the single biggest waste of time I've witnessed in ages...I could have located her on my own by now. Who is that madman and why has no one killed him yet?"
Zemiel seemed to ponder the question before replying, his statement coming assuredly. "The mad mage is blessing and curse to the Faydark, helping some, hurting others...bettering creation with his magic, like you. You're faster than any wild elf, quicker than any dark elf, and more devoted than any high elf... but you reap the horrible instability..." The bird seemed to snort, being within the same dilemma. Beating it's wings, he flew as fast as he possibly could with the ranger hot on his heels, heading straight for the Crushbone Clan's city where, unbeknownst to Gules, the stronghold of the Ivy Order was hidden. The bird continued his labored explanation after seeing the disbelieving look on the face of his companion. "You have your own power, Ranger... and I can see through illusions, yet you don't believe. Your wife walks the winds, or might, should she survive... is that not magic...?"
"All magic is derived from the mind of the one effected. It's all illusion, no more- if you disbelieve, it will disappear and be ineffective. No, there is no magic- only suggestion...." So the conversation went, until the two approached their goal. The inhabitants of an Orcish outpost were quickly dispatched by the skilled use of bow and arrow, leaving the way to the final destination clear. As the moved on, Gules reached out with his mind..trying to reach her, to assure himself that he wasn't too late- but found only a blank wall, blocking his mind from hers. Some where in the back of his mind a voice came to him, repeating " Wear the medallion, Gules". Pushing it from his head, the Ranger and his erstwhile companion pressed on, deeper into the northern reaches of the Faydark until they arrived at the location Gules had been told hid the headquarters of Vallon. Finding a hidden spot to observe the area, they settled down to allow him to plan the next step.
Deep in the shadows, barely breathing, he pondered his options...trying in vain to search out and meet her mind with his. Reaching into his belt pouch, his fingers sought the rolled up note she'd given him so long ago, hoping it would prompt a connection, a way to touch her mind and ensure himself she was still there, waiting for him. As they searched blindly, he came in contact with the amulet/key he had been given- he pulled it out, looking at it with a mix of apprehension and
outright disdain. At that moment, something seemed to resolve itself within his mind, and he whispered to himself, "For you, my love..for you only, I'll trust, and endure....", before slipping it over his neck. There came the jolt again, the internal lightning flaring through his chest to the device within as it was sparked into life. Immediately, the barrier between them was shattered and he found her sleeping, the pain exhausting and her poor, battered mind huddled well away from the torment of her body. Like a tortured child, her consciousness seemed to curl in a corner and rock steadily, humming tonelessly as it withdrew further and further. After the initial jolt, everything seemed calm again, but his body was given a new sense of vigor, strength pouring through his veins as the medallion seared the leather of his tunic then grew quiet.. content with its new master.
Turning to the bird, speaking softly he rose and moved from the cover of the brush. "Prepare yourself, Zemiel...we're beginning the path into a quite nasty situation, I think, and you'll want to be on your toes." Grinning broadly, he focused his mind on her...seeking direction, a way leading him to her side again. Her mind was a beacon to his newly re-honed senses, and even as Zemiel looked down to his toes at the Ranger's behest ... curious... how would he be on them... ? The pair moved in the direction his senses led. The path took them not to the land of the Orcs but underneath it, where the tracks ended in the mountain and there seemed to be no seams in the stone, nothing resembling a door. Searching the wall, his concentration was broken by a screech from the bird and the clatter of an arrow striking the unbroken face of stone. Spinning, eyes searching the area, Gules caught sight of the archer just as a second arrow flew, burying itself deep in the soil between his feet.
Thus began the chase- hunter and hunted, an occasional arrow flying, neither finding a mark until one, loosed from the Tunarean bow carried by the Ranger, struck the guard behind the knee. The archer grunted, his leg buckling under his weight as he crumpled, crashing through the trees and brush to land on the ground with a soft thud. Zemiel flew over head and perched on a broken limb ...cackling. Gules was up and running immediately, drawing his blade as he ran, ending up next to the fallen archer, pressing the steel against his throat. Looking down into the pained eyes of his prey, he whispered softly, "Not a sound, not if you value your life. Answer me by nodding- can you show me how to get inside?"
The archer under his blade choked on a mouthful of blood, the crimson ichor streaming from the corners of his mouth, but he nodded. Coughing a fresh spatter of blood, the archer groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, unable to draw breath without pain. Gules reached out, grabbing the elf by the arm, and roughly pulled him to his feet. Placing his blade against his back, he spoke quietly again. "Then go, show me how. If you make a sound or a false move, the last memory you'll have is of looking up at your headless body before it falls. Come, Zemiel." He then shoved the archer ahead, toward where the door should be located. The archer staggered, falling to his hands as knees as a fresh volley of blood erupted from his lips. After this was repeated a few times, the archer falling and being drug to his feet, they reached the stone wall again. Subdued and hopeless, the archer looked at Gules, hatred crossing his features before he spoke.
"My crest... my crest is the key. Slide it between the rocks in the center of the door." Gules reached out, pulling the crest free from the enemy's tunic and eying him carefully. "If you lie, you're going to suffer." Walking back to the hidden door, he located the crack and slid the crest into it. The door moved soundlessly, even without the tell tale grating of stone as it made a sliver in the rock and opened a way large enough to move in a single column. Zemiel had found something shiny to peck on the elf's person at while the door was opening. Nothing greeted the Ranger but darkness and foreboding silence.
Slipping quietly inside, alert, Gules focused his mind on the contact with Ally, seeking a direction. Her mind seemed withdrawn even farther into itself, withering under the strain of the barrage of torment she endured. Her ears registered an argument, the words flitting through her mind unprocessed and empty as the shouts ran on. The voice was a strong, deep timbre giving some sort of orders. Another was the withered hiss of the seer, murmuring in her psychotic frenzy over Ally's prone form. Absently... almost inaudibly a thought crossed through her mind... "I should have listened..." Using all his will, he sent a thought out to her, not knowing if she would hear or not- "Be calmed, beloved..I'm near, and your moment of freedom is imminent. Relax as much as you can." He then focused on moving toward where he sensed her to be, moving ever deeper into the stronghold. It was then that he heard her scream, a sound of anguish and pain. He was barely able to resist a headlong rush toward the source of her cry, instead steeling himself and turning to Zemiel.
"Your obligation to me is done, Zemiel...there is no need for you to go further unless it is your will. You have served well, and I regret my poor treatment of you at the outset. I will await your answer before I go any further...and would gladly listen to any advice you may offer. You have earned my trust."
Zemiel looked on towards the sound of her scream and seemed to wince, burrowing his oblong head into his broad body before turning back to answer the Ranger. "Vallon's goals are much your own...The forests returned to the forests ... Your father would be proud of you, but he hates your mother more for betraying him. Not a kind lover he was. I can do no more for you now... only be in the way. Be wary his rogues, they are as skilled as you are." He fluttered back wards, golden eyes unerringly finding Gules in the shadows, seeing the Ranger raise his hand in a signal to stop. Zemiel remained hovering silently, then found a perch in the ragged rocks and tilted his head curiously.
Looking up at the bird, Gules whispered, barely audible, "Just one question, to sate my curiosity, since you've made me wonder- did you know my parents? And if so, what are their names? Quickly, please..no long explanation, just those answers before I go."
"Your mother's name was Faedra... your father's name Vallon." His golden eyes flickered in the dim lighting of the cave, turning towards the echoes of Ally's pained sobs.
Gules paused a moment, then shook his head. "So..an orphan I've always been, and shall remain....be well, my friend. perhaps we'll travel together again someday." With a slight wave, he slipped off toward the sound of her cries, staying to the darkest parts- steadily and silently advancing toward his goal. He reached it sooner than he expected, turning a corner into a pale light that made him blink before his eyes took in the scene before him- and locking on the sight of his wife,apparently unconscious. An ancient tree, hollowed out, was Ally's prison, as two guards hefted the planked wood to seal her in. Hammering down the wood, she was coffined in the trees she loved. There were only two guards visible, and the seer shuffling out of sight. His mind filled with rage at the treatment of his wife, and he took action against the only target that would satisfy him- fitting an arrow and drawing back, he let an arrow fly from the shadows, directly at the head of the retreating seer. Rising quickly, before even seeing if it found it mark, he loosed a second toward one of the guards, then, slinging his bow and drawing his blades, ran toward the tree imprisoning Ally.
The seer's arrow never met it's mark... the vanishing witch leaving behind her robes as she melted away. The guard, however wasn't so lucky and was thrown off his feet by the arrow piercing his chest. Dual blades were unsheathed by the second one, meeting the oncoming rush of a furious ranger head on with a ring of steel. Trading blow for blow, he managed to stop the charge towards the tree coffin and kept Gules occupied with his own flurry of attacks. Undeterred by the opposition, the Ranger drove the attack forward, attempting to slip a blade past the defenses of the guard and end it quickly- his thoughts on nothing but death to her tormentors and her imminent freedom from pain. Feigning a strike with the scimitar in his left hand,he followed quickly with a fierce slash of the large sword in his right, an attempt to decapitate the enemy. The decapitating blow was blocked, but just barely, and it was enough to throw him off balance. The guard staggered aside, setting the blades up for a parry for any other incoming blows while he tried to regain his stance.
Sensing an advantage, Gules threw himself at the guard with his full weight- preceded by a sideways sweep of the scimitar to clear the way, then driving his sword ahead of him point first. The drive of his blade was batted down, and instead of entering his foe's chest, it skewered his thigh. The guard made no sound of pain, only grimaced and rammed the hilt of his sword at the Ranger's forehead. While locked together in this fray an arrow whistled out of the trees above, burying itself in Gulerian's left shoulder. Grimacing in pain at the penetration of the arrow, Gules grappled with the guard, turning them so that the guard was between himself and the direction the arrow came from- and in the same motion, pulling upward hard with his right hand, attempting to further damage the thigh the sword was buried in. Another arrow whistled through the air from a completely different direction, landing itself in the meat of Gulerian's right calf. His muscles burned around the entry wounds, indicating that there was poison present.
More arrows joined these two, never striking a killing blow- but Gules knew it was over, his reflexes slowing as the poison seeped into his blood, leaving him lethargic and slow. The surrounding archers melted out of the shadows, Twenty of them on the ground and a score more in the trees, arrows trained on him. Above the tunnel, the mountain made a natural niche in which the seer appeared, wringing her hands with a soft chuckle and also there was Vallon, standing at her side.
"Well done, my son... foolhardy but well fought."
Gules remained standing, attempting defiance, looking up at the hated figure. His words came with effort, the toxins in his blood beginning to effect his mind. "Never call me that...I'm not your son, I never have been, and will die before yielding an inch to you. You have me here...now have your trash kill me like the worthless coward you are..."
"Oh no.. you won't be dying today," Vallon stated flatly. "In fact, with a little reconditioning done by my seer, the both of you will be quite useful to us. Your wife is a gifted Druid... touched by Tunare with an acute empathy. This is why we wanted her... and my grandson. Like it or not, Gulerian... You are my kin." Vallon smiled devilishly, dark hair swaying in front of darker eyes and framing his smug expression. "Patience... and the poison will make you much more... amiable."
"No..never. It's not possible, and I'll never lift a finger to aid you after what you've done." Clenching his eyes shut, Gules struggled to gain the concentration needed to drive the poison from his system as he'd done in several instances, after run ins with the Drachnids or various snakes.
"After what I've done, Gules? What is it that I've done... kidnapped your wife? Caused her pain? I assure you, it's nothing you wouldn't do yourself if the need ever arose." Vallon looked down at him, feigning compassion. "Really ... don't be stubborn. It will only hurt more."
"You'll die for this, all of you. Mark my words....pain means nothing. I reject it, and you, and all who call themselves Elves- may the gods destroy you." The words were spat burning with hatred, his mind still working to control his rebelling body as he attempted to bring his bow ready for a
last attempt at revenge.
"Raise that bow, Gulerian, and we'll set your wife's coffin aflame. Old wood burns rather quickly..." The elves behind him bore torches at the ready for Vallon's word, the others eyes still trained on him, ready with their poison tipped arrows. "Don't you see? We're trying to return the forest to
Tunare.. the way it should be. If this is how it must be done, so be it... but you'll either fight for me, or watch her die before you do, Kelethin born scum that she is."
Gules glared at Vallon, not wanting to accede- but seeing no option that would not end in his death, and by continuation, hers. "You wish nothing but the furtherance of your own pathetic little empire, Vallon. You've certainly got a funny way of trying to convince me to help you- standing there like a coward while your incompetent little retinue using the coward's tool to subdue me. Poison....and you claim I'm your kin." He laughed, the sound forced and weak. "Come defeat me, Vallon, in a true contest. Nothing else is going to make me think you anything but the filth you're proving to be."
Vallon bristled, his eyes darkening a shade. "I see.. full of your mother's foolish defiance. She could never see the vision of the Ivy Order either... and that's why I had her killed. A pity she birthed you before she breathed her last." He nodded to the men behind him and the two carrying torches touched the flames to the ancient oak coffin. The bark crinkled and blistered, sparking flames quickly as the smoke began to rise.
"No...no, stop. I'll listen...please.." The Ranger turned pleading eyes upward, "All right, Vallon....tell me what you want..just don't hurt her any more. Let her go- I'll do whatever you require...." Defeated, he dropped his weapons to the ground and raised his hands, empty. "She's not in this..take me. Let her go...."
Vallon returned his eyes to Gules, a faint smile crossing his face. "Take him." The guards rushed forwards, kicking Gules' weapons away and binding his hands behind his head, none too gently. The poison kept him slowed, but it didn't seem to do any more damage if he didn't try to will it out. They patted him down in search of hidden weaponry, then turned him to face the leader of their order. "Now let the coffin burn... as a lesson."
Gules struggled with his captors, crying out in purest agony, "NO! If you have any hope of my aid, you'll countermand that immediately.....I'll not comply for an instant if she is harmed. I'll die first, and you'll have gained nothing."
Vallon stepped down from the ledge to meet with his son face to face, smiling wickedly as the flames licked at the ancient oak. There was no sound from within... no coughs or sounds of Ally consciously trying to escape. Above, Zemiel swooped into the glade and landed on the ledge. A few of the guards turned to look, with Gulerian held fast, their expressions betraying their thoughts: "What the hell is that?!" When he landed, Zemiel shook his head, looking at Alluriel's burning coffin while Vallon kept talking, oblivious. "And if I don't let her burn, you'll never learn compliance... oh, she won't die. I do have the best of healers on hand. But don't think I won't do it again to punish you."
Gules turned his eyes to Zemiel, offering a silent plea to help her in some way, then looked back at Vallon- and spit directly into his face. "I'll not learn compliance. Ever. Not to a cowardly piece of filth like you....you lie, and have no honour about you at all. There's not a bit of your blood in me, Vallon."
"You're just as cold as I am, Gulerian." Vallon said grimly, wiping his face. Gules didn't see the reaction- his eyes were locked on the bird. Zemiel blinked, wide golden eyes, magically aided, flicking back towards the burning coffin. He tilted his head aside, puzzled, then flew overhead to land on the edge of the coffin and stab his beak at the wood. The flames that should have swallowed his feathered body whole did him no harm. He remained there until an arrow thunked into the wood, shooing him away. Trying to hide the realization from his eyes, the thought resounded in Gules' mind: There is no fire..it's an illusion.
Once again, he locked eyes with Vallon. "Cold, yes..perhaps. I am what the world has made me. Now tell me what it is you want from me, Vallon. Please explain and stop wasting both of our time. I'll not make an attempt to escape, nor harm anyone here- if you'll return my wife to me unharmed. I'll listen to what it is you have to say."
Looking back at the Ranger with a pleased look, Vallon turned businesslike. "I knew you'd come around." He signaled his men to douse the flames, his guards moving speedily to toss the waiting buckets of water on the tree and pry the nails from holding down the lid. One rogue cut the arrow holding her wrists and the rest of her bonds, lifting her gently from the coffin and carrying her to the commander. Vallon tenderly cradled her limp form in his arms as reverently as he would a beloved child, hugging her tenderly to his chest with a gentle smile under his glittering dark eyes: "See... I wouldn't hurt my lovely daughter if you behave yourself." The grin was revoltingly smug as he passed her off quickly with the orders to clean her up and put her in the prepared bedchamber. He then turned on his heel, walking briskly into the glade with his seer following like a puppy. The guards pushed Gulerian along, forcing him to a pool where he was allowed to clean and dress his wounds under heavy guard.
After taking a few moments to tend the wounds, Gules stood and turned his attention to Vallon once again. "You've still not told me why you had to do what you did. You could simply have asked for me to speak to you- I would not have refused...but now you've done something that I will never forgive and never forget. I'll listen, I'll do what it takes to ensure Alluriel's safety...but I'll hate you. That will never change. I'll never accept you as my blood. I hope you're happy with that result of your stupidity, Vallon. Now- return my weapons, on my word that they will not be used in anger here. I'll not parade around defenseless while I'm surrounded by criminals."
"You'll get them back, but not tonight. Tonight has had enough quarreling and I think there's another way you'd like to spend your time." Vallon never looked up as he washed his hands in the clean pool. The guards urged Gules on towards a clutch of tents while Vallon seemed to make soft, idle chatter with the seer. Once reaching a tent large enough to stand in, but little else, he was flanked on all sides and told to go in.
Gules turned back before entering the tent, once again meeting his captor's eyes, "And keep that filthy witch away from us both." Turning on his heel, he entered the tent as he was bidden. There was a figure curled on a bedroll, blanket pulled over her shoulders until only her shock of red hair spilling over the floor of the tent could be seen. He approached slowly, kneeling and reaching out to touch the exposed hair, tears spilling to burn hateful lines down both cheeks.
"Ally? Love, can you hear me?" At the sound of his voice she Shifted, her ginger lashes fluttering over familiar emerald eyes. Slim fingers unfurled and reached for him, trailing faintly over his damp cheek. Her voice was soft, dry and weak as the words spilled from parched lips: "You came for me... you're alive..."
"Aye, Ally...I did, and I am. I'll not be away from you, no matter the sacrifice. This is all my fault, Ally...please forgive me for causing this pain." The tears now came freely, unashamed, falling from his eyes to land on her upturned face. He took a flask of water and uncapped it with shaking hands, offering her a drink.
Sitting up, she gently pushed aside the flask to kiss his cheek lightly, as if to reassure herself it was no dream. Her arms wound around him, hugging him tightly close as her tears joined his. She'd been stripped bare as the blanket fell away, the bruises she'd endured darkly purple against her lighter skin- but the blood had been cleaned away and her wounds healed. She smiled, bravely, then whispered softly.
"No ... no fault but the wicked ... You're my savior... always."
(The next several parts are missing, lost somewhere in the ether...in short, Gules accepts his role and realized the he and his father share a goal. He and Ally never fully forget, but they do forgive, and Gules rises to the second in command of the Ivy Order. Ally is a trusted and esteemed healer for the Order, and Phaedros is born healthy and bright- with his father's stregth and will and his mother's empathy and joy of living)
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