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Mistaken Assumptions	By : tavia454 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 17844 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Contrary
to the Pharaoh's parting declaration it wasn't until well after Re
had finished his visible journey across the sky that Yugi came into
contact with his captor once again. The summons, courtesy of Mana,
had sent the young Hyksos royal scurrying to meet his captor at the
entrance to his suite, his heart pounding in his chest with a sort of
giddy fear.

Yugi
bowed low as the guards opened the door for their sovereign, tense
and excited all at the same time. It had been such a long time since
he had been outside of his assigned suite of rooms, after all, and he
was truly looking forward to a view of the night sky not restricted
by a window. It was the company he would be keeping, though, that
lent to the tiny jolts of nerves currently refusing to let him relax.

Confused
and unsure, Yugi trembled lightly in his captor's commanding
presence. Having come to no definite conclusion concerning his
feelings toward the powerful monarch over the course of the past day
he could only wait and see what the next couple of weeks had to
offer. Starting with tonight.

“Come,
little one, I am in need of some fresh air, as I am sure you are.”
The Pharaoh stated, holding out his hand in a courtly gesture.

After
a moment's consideration Yugi grasped the slender, bejeweled hand,
which pulled him effortlessly to his feet and he trailed after the
Egyptian monarch, noting briefly as they left the room that the
guards followed silently after them. They made their way out of the
royal suite, down a wide flight of stairs and through the countless
torch-lit corridors that made up the inner sanctum of the palace.

Atemu
paused once along the way, beckoning for the younger king to walk
beside him, not behind, and once Yugi took his place they began a
quiet discussion on nothing – and everything – of
consequence, all at once. Had the guards not been present Yugi almost
could have believed that they were just another new couple getting to
know each other in the beginning stages of a relationship. Almost.

They
walked on through the silent, empty passageways that made up the
living quarters of the priests and palace staff as Atemu informed the
young Hyksos royal that once his formal training was complete –
which was sooner than Yugi had first been led to believe – he
would then be taught how to navigate the seemingly endless corridors
without fear of getting lost.

The
Pharaoh was also up front and honest concerning his role in the
court, leaving Yugi to understand that one of his primary duties
would be to maintain awareness of the expressions and body language
of those brought before the court in order to accurately assess their
threat.

Yugi's
eyes shot towards the Pharaoh's questioningly, in an attempt to
discern the reasoning behind his logic. The young royal had so often
wondered over the past couple of weeks what Mahaado had been
attempting to teach him with his and Mana's mock battles, the lessons
concerning the hand signals used only by the guards and slaves that
worked in the public courts – and more importantly, his lessons
in swordsmanship and self defense.

He
had never known a pleasure slave to have those sorts of obligations
before.

At
the furrowing of his brow, Atemu gave him an appraising glance. “No,
little one, it is not a typical duty for someone of your station, but
I feel you are intelligent, and honest enough to understand that it
is not my life alone that would be forfeit should some undesirable
run amok inside the palace. I need not mention the results should
that happen.”

Yugi
nodded, swallowing thickly when he realized that the Egyptian
sovereign was placing him in a position of trust with this added
responsibility. The surprising notion sent a jolt of warmth shooting
through his frame. Not even his grandfather had ever given him that
much responsibility – in fact nobody had ever placed so much
trust in him before. At home he was considered nothing more than a
burden, someone who needed constant care and supervision, never
allowed to do anything for himself for fear of his screwing it up.

But
as he opened his mouth to express his gratitude the two of them
exited the palace through a massive set of double doors marked with
the Pharaoh's family crest, into the balmy night air, entering a
place he could only describe as paradise – and all he could do
was stand there and gape.

The
enormous, enclosed garden boasted a small man-made pond, complete
with big, leafy lily pads, their pinkish flowers swaying gently in
the light breeze. Torches graced the great stone wall at frequent
intervals, lending an enchanting glow to the myriad of flowers and
small trees held within the enclosure. Everywhere he turned there
were blooms of differing colors, shapes and sizes, giving him the
impression of a virtually endless, colorful, fragrant jungle.

The
Pharaoh directed him towards a low stone bench that was situated
beneath the canopy of a large apple blossom tree, amongst the
blooming lotuses. Beside the bench thoughtful servants had laid out a
blanket and some platters of cheese and fruit, along with a carafe of
wine. Yugi tucked his legs beneath him as he sank down on an
unoccupied corner of the blanket, facing his captor with a look of
wonder etched on his features.

Deciding
it was better to leave a little distance between them Atemu chose to
sit on the bench, drawing his legs up to perch his chin on his knees,
leaning against the tree in a moment of complete relaxation. He took
in his captive's awed state with a smirk as the so-far silent guards
slipped past them unnoticed, heading to their stations – far
enough away to not be considered a nuisance but close enough to be on
hand if trouble were to find their ruler even in such an unlikely
place.

“I
take it you like it here?” Atemu questioned, his eyes alight
with a mischievous glint.

Perhaps
he should have brought the boy here when they first arrived, but he
had to admit the thought hadn't been there until he had wandered out
here for a moment of privacy earlier in the day. He'd had a lot to
think about today and it was only once he had attained the peace and
privacy needed that he had come to the conclusion that he had. Now if
he could only follow through with that decision.

“It's
beautiful! I-is...this is your private garden?” Yugi said as he
breathed in the intoxicating smells that drifted his way, unknowingly
interrupting the other's thoughts.

Atemu
tilted his head in acknowledgement. “That it is.”

Yugi
glanced around the enclosure once again, taking in the array of
colorful blooms that seemed to glow in the low torchlight, the lush,
soft grass that covered the ground like a blanket, his eyes tracing
the crushed shell walkway that meandered this way and that, skirting
around the trees without disturbing their stately grace.

“I
love it!” he breathed. “So beautiful...”

Like
you, little one,
Atemu thought fleetingly, but wisely kept to himself. It wouldn't do
to scare the boy away once again with the intensity of his needs. He
had brought his captive out here to calm him, to see if what they had
shared that day at the pond – before he had overwhelmed the
younger king with his advances – was more than just a fluke.

Their
discussion that day, stilted and uncomfortable as it was, had lent to
his belief that there was something between the two of them,
something that he wanted so desperately to pursue before it was
taken away without his ever getting the chance to react to it. He was
treading dangerous ground as it was, what with the council's imminent
arrival, and he knew it. But he refused to completely relinquish his
hold over his captive until after this mystery of their attraction
was solved.

Unfortunately
for Atemu, his captive had caught him staring. “What's wrong?”
Yugi asked.

Atemu
shook his head ruefully, “'tis nothing of consequence, little
one. So...I imagine you have questions for me?”

Yugi
blinked at him cutely, “I do?”

“You
are the one who said you wanted to know me before we...” Atemu
chuckled as a blush stole over the younger king's features at his
reference. “What did you wish to know?”

Put
on the spot, Yugi blanked, “I...uh...”

He
wasn't quite sure what to say, what to ask, where to begin. There
were so many mysteries surrounding his autocratic captor, but the
moment he finally had the chance – not to mention the
permission to ask them – they stole away like a thief in the
night. He snuck a quick glance at the Pharaoh's relaxed form. The
Egyptian monarch looked so young, so beautiful right now, with the
worries and stress of the day erased from his exotic features. And it
left him wondering...

“How
old are you?”

Atemu
tilted his head to the side, slanting him a questioning look.
“Seventeen harvests...why?”

Yugi's
eyes widened and he fought to keep his surprise from being completely
visible, but he couldn't quite accomplish it. “Oh no
reason...just a passing thought...You're only seventeen?!” At
Atemu's level glance he ducked his head. “Sorry, I just
thought...I mean you're so confident...it just doesn't seem that
you're nearly the same age I am...no offense, I just thought you were
older.” Much
older.

Atemu
shrugged nonchalantly, “I have been Pharaoh since I was merely
a child, little one. I grew up quickly; no offense taken.”

“How
old were you?” Yugi questioned softly, just vaguely recalling
the conversation he had overheard between the Pharaoh and his head
guard that day at the stream. The Egyptian monarch had to be awfully
young when he had claimed the throne. Why? What had happened?

“I
was eleven when my father died from an...extended illness,”
Atemu felt the need to pluck one of the lotuses from its stem, his
hand rubbing against the comforting softness of the petals as he
recalled that particularly low point in his life. “I was
crowned not long afterward.”

Yugi
took a moment to digest the information, chewing absentmindedly on
his lower lip. His captor had actually been on the throne since
childhood?! He had been alone for that long?! And from what he had
heard over the past weeks his reign had not been all that peaceful –
though possibly not due to his actions alone. Now he understood how
it had been conceivable for him to hear of the other's reputation
from the time when he was little.

But
why did the Pharaoh have such a reputation?

Yugi
tipped his head to the side, glancing at the other's relaxed form
from beneath a fringe of blonde. “I've heard so much about
your...why is it that you fight all the time?”

Atemu
opened his mouth to give a scathing reply but thought better of it at
the look of honest expectation in the boy's face, his captive hadn't
meant any harm with the question. His sigh rustled the blonde bangs
that had fallen into his face and he flicked them away with a brush
of his hand. “I do not wish to fight, little one. Most times I
am not given any other recourse if I wish to protect my people. It is
a duty I take very seriously.”

Yugi
gripped his knees tightly, noticing a distinct similarity between
their situations. Only he had been willing to give up his crown for
the sake of his people. “Is it really that hard to do? I
mean...I understand how hard it is to keep watch over so many people
all at once, but...Are there really that many people who threaten
you...even, uh...after hearing of your reputation!”

Atemu
gave a self-mocking roll of his eyes. “There are those who seem
to think that my tender age as a leader gives them a distinct
advantage over my forces, and so test me more often than I would have
previously believed possible.”

Now
that Yugi could believe. His face screwed up in a frown, a frosty
glare directed somewhere over towards the barely visible torches, the
young Hyksos king thought about how he would feel were someone to
come after him and his friends with the intention of proving their
might through his demise. If it were him he would have done anything
in his power to halt them in their tracks. If that was the case,
perhaps they were more alike than he had previously thought.

Then
he blinked thoughtfully, his eyes suddenly downcast with worry for
the lonely child who had taken the Egyptian throne at such an early
age, Yugi whispered, “It must have been hard...to grow up with
so much pressure...I couldn't imagine...I'm sorry...” So
alone.

Atemu
reared back with a glare. “Do not pity me, little one! I
neither want, nor deserve it!”

“I
don't pity you!” Yugi objected rather vehemently, hurt and
disappointed that the other had taken offense to the comment he had
unwittingly spoken. “It's kind of hard to pity someone with a
reputation for eating the young of their enemies,” he snapped
with an uncharacteristic harshness.

Once
the words had made their way out of his mouth the young Hyksos
recoiled as if having been struck. He'd spoken them without a thought
to the consequences and now he was terrified. If he had ever
insinuated that he disapproved of anything his father had done the
king would have had him whipped or handed down some other equally
painful punishment. He sat frozen, waiting in fearful silence for his
captor's reaction, his fingers fisted in the material of his
clothing.

Atemu
opened his mouth to comment, stopped, closed it, blinked a couple of
times and then threw back his head with a roaring laugh. Losing what
was left of his composure in a moment of unguarded hilarity the
Egyptian royal came precariously close to toppling from the bench,
only just managing to catch himself by the tips of his fingers.

Not
long after the Pharaoh had dissolved into helpless laughter, Yugi
caught it as well, relieved to the point of giddiness at the
realization that he wasn't going to be punished for his words –
adding his soft peals to the deep, velvety laughter that echoed
around the enclosure. And a couple of times the two shared a glance
only to lapse even further into their hysterics.

After
a while Atemu managed to gain a slender thread of control over his
emotions, wiping the tears of hilarity from his eyes as he asked, “I
do what?! Where in the depths of the underworld did you hear that?!”

Yugi
looked up as his captor spoke, tears of shared mirth in his eyes,
taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he sank back down onto
the softness of the blanket after having moved when it seemed as
though the other was in danger of toppling over onto him. “...It
was just something I overheard when I was little...In Hyksos you're
quite the fearsome specter. People swear you're a demon, stealing
away children in the dead of the night for some nefarious purpose.”

Atemu
blinked away the remaining moisture, a wry grin on his face. “I
had no idea that my lifestyle was so widely – and erroneously
– discussed...and what about you, little one? What was your
life like?”

The
lighthearted atmosphere in the enclosure shifted abruptly once the
question was voiced. Yugi's gaze immediately shot towards the ground,
suddenly uncomfortable now that the tables were turned. “Oh...you
know...just me and Ryou and Jou and the others...getting into
trouble.”

Atemu
raised an eyebrow at his captive's erratic behavior. The boy was
hiding something – that much was obvious. He could feel it as
though it were a physical presence, a cloud that settled over the two
of them with his careless inquiry. Hesitantly he reached out to lay a
hand on the smaller king's arm, only to draw back slightly when the
other flinched. “You are unaccustomed to touch? Is that it?”

Yugi
shrank back a bit from the hand poised over his before recovering his
presence of mind, “I...uh, I'm not used to...no one really,
uh,” he sighed,“Only my grandpa and my friends
ever...I'm...no, not really, I guess.” He finished lamely.

Atemu
thought over the rushed and hesitantly spoken words for a few moments
before dropping to the blanket beside his captive, his eyes catching
and locking with the other's fearful gaze, determined to get to the
bottom of that little mystery. As he invaded the boy's personal space
Yugi seemed to fold in on himself and Atemu slowed his approach,
waiting to see how the boy would react.

When
Yugi finally peeked out from his protective shell Atemu drew him to
lie down beside him, positioning them so there was still enough space
between them that his captive would remain calm, finally
understanding that the boy had issue with touch in general, not just
with him.

“Does
your hesitance toward contact have anything to do with these?”
As he spoke the words Atemu's hand ghosted over the barely visible
pin-prick scars on his captive's midsection. He had seen them before
but dismissed them as the result of a childhood illness. But
now...they looked so unlike anything he had ever seen before and he
had the feeling they were connected to the other's reticence.

Yugi
shivered, his breath hitching as goose bumps appeared wherever the
heat from that gentle hand came close to touching his skin. He almost
wanted that contact, almost wanted to feel the Pharaoh's calloused
hands upon his body. His heart twisted with a need for someone to
love him, to hold him, to let him hold them in return.

But
he knew what the other was after. He had made that clear from the
beginning – the Pharaoh was after his body. That was all he
wanted. No different from any of the others. It was as his father
always said – he was nothing but a nuisance, a waste. And
nobody could love a nuisance.

“What
are they?” Atemu asked, “I have never seen marks such as
these.”

Yugi
glanced down at the barely visible scars littering his chest. As
inconspicuous as they were he always felt self-conscious when they
were revealed. He had always taken great pains to hide them for fear
of someone questioning him about their presence. But it was kind of
hard to conceal them when the only article of clothing he was allowed
to wear was a barely-there piece of cloth that covered only the
essentials. In all honesty he was surprised that this was the first
time anyone had commented on them.

“I...uh,
I'm a little impulsive sometimes...” he stated quietly. “It's
a trait that my father has always taken issue with, and when I...I
did something stupid he thought to teach me the consequences for my
recklessness.”

Atemu's
brows snapped together in a frown, his eyes taking on a stormy cast
as he made the connection between the tiny marks on the boy's chest
and an unusual ring that Hasim had always worn whenever they had met.
He had once seen the recently deceased Hyksos ruler nearly take out
one of his own retainer's eyes with the tiny, sharply studded ring
when the man had said something to displease him.

Had
Hasim actually used that on his own child?! His own flesh and blood?!
Of all the...! Atemu could feel his rage growing for a man who would
treat his children with such a disregard for their well-being.

“Will
you tell me, little one?” He asked gently as he stretched out
alongside the other's slender form, leaning his chin on his hand, the
very picture of attentiveness.

Yugi
rolled out of his captor's reach, only to sit back up and wrap his
arms around his knees, staring up at the starlit sky. This secret was
sacred to him and he had held onto it for so long. He had never
talked about that night – to anyone. It was something that he
had always taken great pains to keep from his friends and his
grandfather. But he couldn't stop thinking about it. And now that his
captor had asked that forbidden question it was hard to keep the
memories from breaking out into the open.

“I
couldn't sleep that night,” he began shakily as the need to say
something overwhelmed him. “And I wasn't quite sure why...so I
decided to go down to the kitchens to get a snack. Apparently I
wasn't awake enough to realize where I was going, or where I was
and...I don't know. Anyways I ended up in a part of the palace that I
had never been to before...”

The
story seemed to tumble from his lips of its own accord and there was
no way of stopping it once it started. He could only hope to keep
what was left of his composure by the time it was finished. He had
known where he was going that night. It was the distant screams that
had woken him from his sleep, sending him out into the palace
corridors with the intention of helping whoever was in such pain once
he realized what they were.

He
could remember it so clearly, from his first step out into the halls
– to his torturous two day imprisonment in the dungeons.

Atemu
raised an eyebrow at him, thinking he wasn't going to say any more.
But when he opened his mouth to question Yugi cleared his throat and
started talking again, his voice a strained whisper against the cool
breeze.

“I
could hear someone crying, screaming really...it was awful, you know,
like they had lost everything dear to them...like they were
dying...anyways, I was curious enough to call out. I didn't expect an
answer, but I got one. There was this girl, she was locked up in one
of the rooms on that floor...I didn't know any better, so I let her
out. She was no older than I was at the time...and I was ten. We...we
almost made it that night...he would have never known...”

Yugi
hiccuped and Atemu realized that the boy had tears streaming down his
face. The Pharaoh immediately rose to his knees and drew closer to
the distraught Hyksos, pulling him into his embrace. “Shh...no
one can hurt you now, little one. It's just a memory.”

Yugi
had jumped when he felt the other's arms encircle him into their
comforting warmth. He held to that warmth like a lifeline, gathering
his strength from the gentle embrace. And then his captor urged him
gently to finish his story.

“I
guess my father heard us...he was watching, or something...he caught
us before I could get her out of the palace...we were so close...so
close...part of my punishment was to watch as he defiled her...and
killed her. It was my fault...and he made sure that I knew what I did
that night was wrong and that it was my fault that she...I don't
remember everything...but I remember her face...when he...when he cut
off her head...and his anger when he...he came after me...”

No
sooner had he finished than Yugi broke down, sobbing in his captor's
arms, unable to keep the flood of emotions in check once the dam had
broken. Atemu cuddled the younger king up against him, whispering
soft words of comfort as he rocked them back and forth. How could
someone be so cruel? And he was the one that was considered a demon?!

“And
I am the one who stands accused of acts of butchery?!” Atemu
snorted..

Although
he hadn't mean to speak his thoughts out loud the Pharaoh realized
that he had when the bundle in his arms began to shake with silent
mirth. Soon Yugi's rather hysterical laughter rang out through the
enclosure as he lost the battle to hold it in at the comment that
seemed so out of character for the formidable monarch. The young
Hyksos didn't even know if he was laughing or crying, the memory of
that horrifying night and his amusement at the Pharaoh's disbelieving
tone and words warring in his mind. Not long after Atemu's chuckles
joined with his as he – too – found the situation
laughable.

Atemu
wiped away the last of his captive's tears, refusing to relinquish
his hold over the smaller king. “Are you feeling better, little
one?”

Yugi
nodded, finally understanding the importance of telling someone of
that horrible night. It was like an immense weight had been lifted
from his shoulders. And he hadn't been able to keep from laughing at
the Pharaoh's highly affronted expression. The man looked as though
he had swallowed a lemon.

Atemu placed a gentle hand under Yugi’s
chin, forcing Yugi to look him in the eyes as he said, “T'was
not your fault, little one. You only tried to do the right thing. I
am certain that she does not blame you; if you had not acted, her
pain would have doubtless been prolonged beyond the quick death she
received. You did succeed in freeing her, albeit in a manner
different than you intended.”

“Sometimes,” Atemu
continued, “the best of intentions are not enough to succeed
upon. But--” he drew close enough that their foreheads touched.
“You would have to be a great deal crueler than you are before
you could have simply walked away.”

Yugi
was stunned. He had expected censure for his actions, perhaps
ridicule or disgust from this regal monarch who was rumored to have a
heart of stone. Instead he had found understanding, reassurance,
caring, and — though he could have mistaken the other’s
tone — a bit of admiration. He lowered his gaze in sudden
embarrassment, but he didn’t pull away.

“Thank
you for listening,” he whispered.

Atemu
nodded solemnly, “T'was no problem at all, little one. I was
recently told that no one should have to shoulder such a burden on
their own and I am beginning to believe that it is true.”

“I
remember that,” Yugi gave a watery smile. “I thought you
were going to kill him when he said that to you. It's what my father
would have done if someone were to speak to him like that.”

Atemu
shook his head. “I would never lay a hand on Marik, he is one
of my best friends. Come, little one, let us talk of other, less
complicated, matters. I wish to see your glorious smile again before
the night is over.”

Yugi
looked at him in surprise for a moment, before smiling more widely
than Atemu had seen before, his face tilted to the light of the moon
and his eyes half-closed in contentedness. Atemu grinned back,
resisting the urge to pull the other close to him again.

The
two of them sat out in the garden until well into the next morning,
talking about whatever topic caught their fancy. They found points of
disagreement here and there, but managed to not let their differing
points of view override the light mood of the conversation. It wasn't
until the first light of Re's awakening, during a discussion
centering on some of the palace inhabitants, that Yugi thought of one
of his more pressing questions.

“Why
does everyone treat Mana like she's made of glass?” He asked,
genuinely concerned for his newest friend's mental stability.

During
his stay, Yugi had grown quite fond of Mahaado's young apprentice,
just as he had of Mai. The girl was perhaps a year younger than he
was, with the vivacity and energy of someone much younger. But as
they had grown closer he had come to find that this hyper energy was
mostly an act, a well-planned, expertly executed disguise to cover
over feelings of inadequacy and sorrow at feeling left out of her
mentors' discussions and plans.

He
knew she had a hopeless crush on her instructor, Mahaado, her
feelings were quite evident whenever the two of them were around each
other for an extended period of time. But he wasn't quite sure what
the High Priest thought of her, for his attention was always on the
tasks that he had laid out for the two of them to do.

“We
do? I –” Atemu shook his head, pondering his stupidity.
“I never realized...Either way I shall leave that up to Mana,
when to impart with that information.”

“Oh,
okay.” Yugi cringed. Whatever it was, it was bad enough for the
Pharaoh to consider it a private matter. He sincerely hoped that his
new friend would be okay.

Damn.
Atemu mentally smacked himself. He hadn't known he was treating Mana
any different than anyone else. Sure he had always tried to look out
for her best interests, and keep her from hearing about some of the
more inhuman atrocities that were bandied about by his court...was
that what he had been doing?! Now that the point had been brought to
his attention Atemu was quite certain that he had been unconsciously
shielding her from some of the more unpleasant aspects of life.

But
didn't she deserve to not have to worry, after what she had been
through?

“My
Pharaoh?” One of Atemu's personal guards marched into the
enclosure, dropping to his knees in front of the pair and relieving
Atemu of the need to continue berating himself for his oversight.

“You
may rise, Khenti,” Atemu rose from the bench with the
realization that he would get no rest until the morning court had
adjourned. “What is it?”

The
large man drew to his full height, towering over both Yugi and Atemu,
his eyes glued to a spot high and to the left of their shoulders, his
features impassive as he imparted his information. “Lord Dartz
of Hyksos has requested permission to seek shelter for his troops,
your Highness.”

Atemu
thought about the inquiry. This was not an unusual request. Dartz had
been his main contact with Hyksos over the years and the man often
brought some of his men along with him during his travels. “Do
you know if he has been to see his kingdom?”

The
large man nodded vigorously. “That he has, your Highness. He
said to tell you High Priest Seto sent him.”

“Very
well, inform Commander Dartz I shall meet with him in the throne room
before Re's emergence. See to it that his men are taken care of as
well. There should be enough room in the barracks for them. Is that
all, Khenti?”

“Yes,
your Highness. I shall do as you command.” With that the large
man bowed low before turning on his heel and heading back to the
palace to complete his mission.

Atemu
turned to Yugi with a regretful grin. “It looks as though our
time has come to an end, little one. I shall escort you to your
chambers and let Mahaado and Mai know that you are not to be
disturbed for a few hours.” Capturing the boy's hand and
bringing it to his lips, he whispered, “I had a delightful time
tonight, little one. Perhaps we shall have to do this again.”

Yugi's
face heated up the moment the other's lips touched his skin, a
pleasant tingling feeling racing through his body. “I had a
great time too, my Pharaoh...I would like that.” He murmured.

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