Morning came dressed in white.
Thick clouds veiled the shattered sky, turning the light over the Xu Royal Palace thin and colorless. The banners above the main hall hung heavy and still, like executioner's flags waiting for a name.
Inside, the court buzzed with a nervous energy that even the strictest protocol could not fully hide.
Whispers skittered like insects along the walls.
"The Eye of Measured Sin shattered…"
"They say Prince Xu Feng is tainted."
"But the Crown Prince stood under that light and nothing happened…"
"Perhaps heaven has already chosen…"
Xu Yuan walked toward the throne hall with unhurried steps.
His robes today were plain white, edged with a narrow strip of deep blue. Not the royal gold of celebration, nor the somber black of mourning. Something between life and death. Something that could tilt either way.
Guards bowed as he passed.
Servants pressed against the walls, eyes lowered, yet every one of them watched him from the corners of their gaze.
*Good,* Xu Yuan thought.
*Let them watch.*
*Let them all see who stands calm on the day heaven claims to judge.*
In the depths of his soul, Fang Yuan's presence was a quiet shadow, faintly alert.
*Today should be… entertaining,* that presence seemed to imply without words.
Xu Yuan's lips did not move.
*Then enjoy the show,* he answered within. *But remember: the stage is mine.*
He crossed the threshold into the throne hall.
***
The King sat rigid on the dragon throne, shoulders tense beneath his ceremonial robe. Dark circles stood out beneath his eyes; the night had clearly not been kind.
To his left stood Xu Feng.
The eldest prince's jaw was clenched, his aura unstable beneath his carefully straightened posture. His armor had been replaced by formal court robes, but the smell of steel still clung to him—a warrior dragged into a tribunal.
To the right, the Heavenly Law Sect delegation stood in their pure white.
At their head, Shen Zhen held a new silver token, identical in shape to the one that had shattered: another Eye of Measured Sin. Its surface was perfectly smooth, yet faint cracks of light pulsed inside it, like veins of caged lightning.
Around them, ministers knelt in their ranks.
The air was heavy, as if thick with invisible chains.
Xu Yuan approached, bowed to the King, saluted Shen Zhen with impeccable courtesy, and then took his designated place slightly behind and to the side of the throne.
The position of a supporting pillar.
Never the center.
Not yet.
"Crown Prince Xu," Shen Zhen said, voice cool and carrying, "thank you for joining us. Today, we will address the… anomaly that occurred yesterday."
Xu Yuan inclined his head.
"This concerns the kingdom," he replied gently. "How could your junior dare to be absent?"
The King cleared his throat, forcing his voice to steady.
"Elder Shen, ministers, royal family," he said, "today's session is extraordinary. The Heavenly Law Sect has come to investigate whether my Xu Kingdom harbors… seeds of calamity. We will cooperate fully. Let none say we tried to hide."
Murmurs rippled through the ranks.
Shen Zhen smiled faintly.
"Your Majesty's willingness to submit to examination honors both heaven and our sect," he said. "Let us proceed without delay. Yesterday, the Eye fractured when reading Prince Xu Feng. Today we will repeat the process—with precautions."
He lifted the new token slightly.
"This Eye is of a higher grade," he explained. "If it shatters, there will be no doubt left about the nature of the target."
Xu Feng's hands tightened into fists in his sleeves.
Xu Yuan watched him from the corner of his vision.
*You burned some of your letters, hid others. But you did not cleanse yourself. You cannot. The stain has already soaked too deep.*
*That is fine.*
*I only need you to stand where all can see.*
Shen Zhen turned toward Xu Feng.
"Prince Xu Feng," he said, "step forward."
***
Xu Feng walked to the center of the hall.
Every eye followed him.
He stopped at the mark inlaid in the polished stone floor—a circular pattern of clouds and dragons, the traditional position for those receiving royal decrees.
Or judgment.
The King's fingers dug into the arms of his throne.
"Feng-er," he said, voice strained, "answer truthfully. If you have done wrong, confess now. The Heavenly Law Sect values those who turn back from error."
Xu Feng bowed deeply toward the throne.
"Father," he said, "I have fought for the Xu Kingdom since I could hold a sword. If I have erred, it was never with the intention of betraying you or the people."
He lifted his head.
His gaze flicked, almost imperceptibly, toward Xu Yuan.
Xu Yuan met it calmly.
*I will shield you,* his expression promised.
*I will take the stain.*
Out loud, he remained silent.
Shen Zhen stood across from Xu Feng, the Eye of Measured Sin hovering just above his palm.
"The heavens do not judge intentions," Shen Zhen said. "Only consequences and weight. Let us proceed."
He sent the token upward.
The silver Eye rotated slowly, the air around it growing cold.
White light gathered, threads weaving together into a single beam that stabbed downward toward Xu Feng's chest.
The hall held its breath.
The beam struck.
For a heartbeat, nothing moved.
Then the light thickened.
It wrapped around Xu Feng like pale chains, circling his torso, arms, and neck. Strange sigils flickered in the air—marks that only the Heavenly Law Sect could fully read.
Shen Zhen watched closely.
"So it *can* read him this time," a minister whispered.
"Perhaps yesterday was only a flaw in the tool," another muttered.
At the throne, the King sagged with visible relief.
Xu Yuan did not relax.
The air around Xu Feng began to shudder.
Within the bands of light, colors darkened: hints of muddy red, sickly green, and inky black seeped through the white, twisting like smoke inside glass.
Gasps rippled through the hall.
"What is that…?"
"Karmic filth."
"So dense…"
The Eye's surface darkened, veins of darkness spiderwebbing through its glow.
Shen Zhen's jaw hardened.
"…As expected."
He turned, projecting his voice.
"Prince Xu Feng bears heavy karmic burden. Murder, betrayal of oaths, collusion with outside powers, deliberate negligence in times of crisis. His sins are not light."
The King's face drained of color.
"Feng-er…!"
Xu Feng's knees trembled under the tightening light, but he forced himself to remain upright.
"I did what I had to," he growled. "A weak kingdom cannot survive. I only sought strength from those willing to give it!"
"By feeding them your own people?" Shen Zhen's gaze was cold. "By turning a blind eye to bandits so that fear would loosen the King's control?"
Xu Feng's teeth ground together.
He looked at the King.
"Father, I—"
"Enough," Shen Zhen cut in. "Justifications do not erase stain. The heavens are not moved by tears."
He raised his hand slightly.
The bands of light tightened.
Xu Feng choked, breath stuttering.
Several ministers flinched.
"Elder Shen!" one cried. "Have mercy! He is still a prince of the realm—"
"The heavens have no princes," Shen Zhen said flatly. "Only sinners and the judged."
He looked to the throne.
"Your Majesty, by law of heaven-recognized sects, the Xu Kingdom stands under our evaluation. Prince Xu Feng's karmic weight is severe. Left unchecked, it will attract calamity—demons, cracks, possession. The proper course is clear."
The King's lips trembled.
"…Execution."
Xu Feng's eyes widened.
"Father!"
The hall erupted.
"Your Majesty, reconsider—"
"He is still your first son—"
"If the Heavenly Law Sect demands it, what choice do we have—"
The King raised a shaking hand.
Silence fell.
He stared at Xu Feng, eyes bloodshot, throat working.
Memories—of a boy swinging a wooden sword, of a teenager riding out to his first battle, of a young man returning bloodied but grinning—flashed through his gaze like dying flames.
"I…" he whispered.
Then he looked at Xu Yuan.
There was naked plea in his eyes.
*Save him for me,* that look said.
*Or kill him for me.*
*I cannot choose.*
Xu Yuan stepped forward.
The timing was perfect.
"Father," he said softly, voice clear in the quiet hall, "may your son speak?"
All eyes swiveled to him.
Shen Zhen's gaze narrowed, but he stepped back slightly, signaling permission.
The King swallowed.
"Speak, Yuan-er."
Xu Yuan walked to stand beside Xu Feng.
The white bands of karmic light brushed against his sleeve but did not cling—like water parting around a stone.
He looked at Xu Feng first.
His expression was pained.
"Brother," he murmured, just loud enough for the hall to hear, "why did you not come to me earlier?"
Xu Feng stared, pupils shaking.
"I… I did what I thought was right for us all," he said hoarsely. "The bandits, the outsiders… If we had more time, more power—"
"Power sought through rot consumes its holder first," Xu Yuan said quietly. "You knew that."
Xu Feng's breath hitched.
For a moment, something like shame flickered across his face.
Then pride buried it again.
"I will not beg," he said. "If heaven wants my head, let it take it. But do not let these righteous carrion pretend they kill me for *your* sake."
Xu Yuan looked at him for a long heartbeat.
Then turned to face the throne and the hall.
"Father. Elder Shen. Ministers."
His voice was soft.
Yet every syllable carried.
"Prince Xu Feng's guilt cannot be denied."
The hall seemed to flinch.
Even Xu Feng froze.
Xu Yuan continued, tone steady.
"He has indeed colluded with outside sects for personal advantage. He has allowed chaos to spread for the sake of ambition. For that, he must be punished. If we shield him blindly, the heavens will see the entire Xu Royal Family as accomplices."
He bowed his head.
"However."
That single word shifted the air.
Xu Yuan raised his eyes again.
"The Eye shows karmic weight," he said, "but it does not show *context*. It cannot see the battlefield, where my brother fought for this kingdom with blood and bone. It cannot see the times he stood between our people and foreign blades. It counts sins, not sacrifices."
He turned to Shen Zhen.
"Elder Shen, you said yesterday that the heavens see many things—but mortal eyes see only what they wish to see. Allow me, then, to show you something you have not yet weighed."
Without waiting for permission, Xu Yuan stepped directly into the beam of light binding Xu Feng.
Gasps burst out.
"Crown Prince!"
"Your Highness, be careful—"
The white radiance washed over him, cold and sharp.
For a single instant, it tried to read him again.
The still pond.
The black stone.
The foreign seed.
The Eye of Measured Sin flickered.
Inside Xu Yuan's soul, Fang Yuan's presence coiled tighter.
*You play with tools you do not own,* Fang Yuan's silent amusement brushed his mind. *Are you ready if it bites?*
*If a dog bites,* Xu Yuan replied calmly, *you cut its teeth.*
He raised his voice.
"Elder Shen. Law of Heaven Sect doctrine says karmic judgment must consider not only stain, but also contribution. You stand here with a tool that shows one side of the scale. I offer you the other."
Shen Zhen's expression did not outwardly change.
But his grip on his sleeve tightened.
"Explain yourself, Crown Prince."
Xu Yuan turned to the ministers.
"Prime Minister Zhao," he called, "three years ago, when the Northern Raiders broke through the Iron Ridge Pass, who held the line?"
The old prime minister flinched, sweat gleaming on his wrinkled brow.
"P-Prince Xu Feng," he stammered. "He led the vanguard himself. Many thought the pass lost, but he… he forced the enemy back."
Xu Yuan nodded.
"Minister of Works, when a flood swept through the eastern provinces five years ago, who diverted the waters by cutting open the old earth dikes, sacrificing royal lands to spare the commoners' homes?"
The Minister of Works hesitated, then bowed deeply.
"…Prince Xu Feng, Your Highness."
One by one, Xu Yuan dragged the court into the open.
For every sin whispered in the shadows, he summoned a counterweight of blood and service.
Not to erase Xu Feng's guilt.
Just to show it was not alone.
"He has killed," Xu Yuan said at last, "but he has also bled. His hands are stained with both crimes and merit. The Eye shows only the former."
He faced Shen Zhen fully.
"Elder Shen, if the Heavenly Law Sect claims to represent heaven's justice, then its verdict must be more than a simple cut. My brother is tainted, yes. But he is not a simple criminal. He is a pillar that has cracked."
He inclined his head.
"So I offer an alternative."
The hall leaned forward as one.
Shen Zhen's eyes sharpened.
"An alternative?" he repeated.
Xu Yuan's tone remained serenely sincere.
"Let Xu Feng live," he said. "Strip him of title. Confiscate his lands and authority. Place him under Heavenly Law Sect supervision as a living blade on the kingdom's border."
He paused.
"He will take on the most dangerous missions, fight in the harshest fronts, and confront the worst threats that the widening sky-cracks spill into our realm. All merit he earns will go not to his name, but to erasing his karmic debt."
A murmur surged through the court.
"Exile as a weapon…"
"A prince turned into a disposable shield…"
"Is that mercy or cruelty?"
The King stared, stunned.
"Yuan-er, this—"
"Father," Xu Yuan said, bowing, "execution ends both sin and potential. Exile into service preserves value while still acknowledging guilt. If heaven wishes to claim him, let it do so on the battlefield, not on a bloodless platform."
He looked at Shen Zhen again.
"If he dies while fighting calamities," Xu Yuan said, "then the heavens will have taken him in a way that benefits all. If he lives… then each battle he survives proves that even a stained man can still be useful under proper chains."
He let a faint, self-deprecating smile touch his lips.
"That, at least, is how a foolish Crown Prince sees it."
The hall seethed with conflicting feelings.
Pity.
Admiration.
Fear.
But among them all, one reaction stood out.
Hope.
Hope that a prince would not be executed like a common criminal.
Hope that heaven's judgment might not be absolute.
Ministers who had quietly followed Xu Feng in the past clung to that hope like drowning men to driftwood.
Even the King's eyes shone with sudden, desperate light.
"Elder Shen," he said urgently, "my son's proposal is… harsh. But it spares blood while satisfying law. Can the Heavenly Law Sect accept such a compromise?"
All turned to Shen Zhen.
The elder stood motionless, the silver Eye hovering above his palm, its interior roiling with white and black threads.
His gaze flicked once to Xu Yuan.
The still pond.
The black stone.
The young man standing calmly in judgment's light, offering his own brother as a bound blade.
*This one,* Shen Zhen thought, *was born to sit above others.*
Out loud, he spoke slowly.
"The Heavenly Law Sect values justice above sentiment… but justice is not always death."
He raised his hand.
The karmic bands around Xu Feng loosened slightly, enough for him to breathe again.
Xu Feng sagged, knees almost buckling, then forced himself upright.
Shen Zhen's voice rang out.
"Prince Xu Feng is guilty of grave sins. Yet his past merits and current potential cannot be entirely denied. In light of Crown Prince Xu's proposal, and His Majesty's willingness to submit to judgment, this sect is… willing to consider conditional clemency."
The court exhaled as one.
Xu Yuan lowered his eyes humbly.
"But."
The single syllable sliced the relief cleanly in half.
Shen Zhen's gaze hardened.
"A weapon chained at the border is still a weapon," he said. "If it turns, it can cut its wielder instead of its enemy. I will not leave such a blade in this kingdom's hands without safeguards."
He turned to the King.
"Your Majesty. If you wish to spare Xu Feng's life, a price must be paid."
The King swallowed.
"…What price?"
Shen Zhen's eyes, dark and calm, moved from father to son.
And settled, at last, on Xu Yuan.
"The heavens must see sincerity," Shen Zhen said softly. "The Crown Prince has spoken grand words about bearing stain and risk alone. Let him prove them."
The hall stilled.
Shen Zhen continued:
"To bind Prince Xu Feng as a weapon under our supervision, we require a living guarantee. A soul-chain contract. One that states: should Xu Feng rebel, fall to demonic influence, or betray the kingdom again… the one who vouched for him will share his fate."
He lifted his hand.
A small jade slip, etched with intricate sigils, appeared between his fingers.
He looked directly at Xu Yuan.
"If Prince Xu Feng lives and serves faithfully, the chain will remain dormant," Shen Zhen said. "If he falls… the chain will drag both their souls into heavenly punishment."
The silence that followed was almost physical.
Ministers stared.
The King's face went white.
"Elder Shen!" he burst out. "That is too—"
"This is the condition," Shen Zhen said calmly. "No less. No more. One life spared, two lives tied. If heaven is to trust this arrangement, it must see that someone of equal weight stands behind the sinner."
He tilted his head.
"Crown Prince Xu, you spoke of taking the blame and stain upon yourself. Were those only pretty words?"
Dozens of gazes stabbed into Xu Yuan at once.
Some horrified.
Some admiring.
Some hungry.
Xu Feng stared at him, stunned.
"You… would link your soul to mine?" he whispered.
Xu Yuan stood in the center of the light.
He felt the weight of every eye.
The King's trembling.
Xu Feng's disbelief.
Shen Zhen's quiet, piercing curiosity.
And far beneath them all, Fang Yuan's silent amusement.
*Now then,* that ancient will seemed to murmur, *how ruthlessly will you wear this mask, Xu Yuan?*
The jade slip in Shen Zhen's hand glowed faintly.
"Decide," Shen Zhen said. "If you accept, your brother lives as a bound weapon under our command. If you refuse, we execute him here and now, and the heavens will mark your hesitation."
He smiled a little.
"Do not take too long. Souls waver when given time to think."
The court held its breath.
The King half-rose from his throne, face twisted between ordering his son to refuse and begging him to accept.
Xu Feng swallowed hard, voice breaking.
"Yuan… don't. I don't need you to—"
Xu Yuan lifted a hand lightly.
Silencing him.
He looked at Shen Zhen.
Then, very slowly, he smiled.
Not soft.
Not filial.
A calm, distant curve of the lips that somehow made the hall feel colder.
"Elder Shen," he said, voice steady, "you misunderstand something."
Shen Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh?"
Xu Yuan stepped out of the karmic light.
The radiance clung to him for a brief second—then slid away, unable to catch purchase on that still, dark pond.
He walked toward Shen Zhen, each step echoing clearly on the stone floor.
When he stopped, he was close enough to see the fine lines of weariness around the elder's eyes. Close enough that, if he wished, a single hidden blade could cut a throat.
He clasped his hands and bowed lightly.
"You speak of this contract as if it were a sacrifice," Xu Yuan said. "As if linking my fate to Xu Feng's were an unbearable weight."
He straightened.
His gaze, when it lifted, was clear as cold water.
"But from the moment I stood at his side, that link already existed. If my brother collapses again in the future, the first question everyone will ask is: 'What was the Crown Prince doing?' Whether a contract exists or not, suspicion will fall on me."
A faint murmur ran through the hall.
Xu Yuan's words were terrifyingly… reasonable.
He went on:
"In that sense, all you offer me is honesty. You turn an invisible chain into a visible one. You merely write, in heaven's language, what the world will already assume."
He extended his hand.
"Give me the slip."
The King surged to his feet.
"Yuan-er!"
Xu Yuan looked back at him.
For a heartbeat, the calculated calm in his eyes softened—just enough.
"Father," he said gently, "you asked me to protect this kingdom, even if it meant cutting my own heart. This is merely the knife entering a little deeper."
The King shook his head in horror.
"I did not mean—"
"You taught me that the throne is not a seat, but a blade balanced on one's neck," Xu Yuan said. "If that is true, then this changes nothing. It only makes the blade visible."
He smiled faintly.
"And if heaven must one day drag someone away, better it reaches first for me than for you."
The King's throat worked.
His hands trembled.
But he could not bring himself to say the one word—*refuse*—that would doom Xu Feng on the spot.
He sank slowly back onto the throne, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
"Yuan-er…" he whispered.
Xu Yuan turned back to Shen Zhen.
"Elder Shen," he repeated calmly, hand still extended, "give me the slip."
Shen Zhen studied him.
In that gaze was complex calculation.
Admiration.
Wariness.
And a sharp, quiet satisfaction.
*You step into the chain willingly,* those eyes said. *You bind yourself to our decree.*
Out loud, he said nothing.
He simply placed the jade slip in Xu Yuan's open palm.
The moment the cool surface touched skin, the hall seemed to darken.
The cracks in the sky above the palace thrummed, as if answering some unseen signal.
Faint, ghostly characters flared across the jade—ancient, angular, oppressive.
A thin thread of light shot from the slip, lancing into Xu Yuan's chest.
Another leapt from it to Xu Feng.
Xu Feng gasped, staggering as the light burrowed into his heart.
Xu Yuan did not flinch.
*Soul-chain,* Fang Yuan's dry whisper curled through his mind. *Heavy tool. Crude, by my standards—but not trivial.*
*Can you break it?* Xu Yuan asked silently.
*In time,* Fang Yuan answered, almost lazily. *If you continue to grow. If you remain interesting. If it amuses me.*
The threads of light sank completely.
The jade slip dimmed, now etched with an invisible connection stretching between the two princes.
Shen Zhen raised his voice.
"Heaven bears witness! From this day forth, should Prince Xu Feng commit treason, fall to demonic corruption, or defy the commands of the Heavenly Law Sect while under our deployment, the chain will drag both his soul and Crown Prince Xu's into punishment!"
He lifted the Eye of Measured Sin.
The token pulsed once.
Somewhere, far beyond the cracked sky, something vast and unseen turned its gaze for an instant.
Then turned away again.
The hall let out a collective breath.
It was done.
Xu Feng sagged, chest heaving, eyes wild.
"You… idiot," he rasped. "You really did it…"
Xu Yuan turned, walked back through the fading beam, and stopped before him.
Up close, he smiled softly.
"You owe me, Brother," he said, quiet enough that only Xu Feng could hear. "Live long enough to repay it."
Xu Feng's throat worked.
"I will," he whispered. "I swear—I will never drag you down again."
Xu Yuan patted his shoulder lightly.
"We will see."
He stepped away, to stand once more at the King's side.
The King gripped his arm as he approached, fingers trembling.
"Yuan-er," he breathed, "my child… what have you done to yourself…"
Xu Yuan bowed his head, letting his hair shadow his eyes.
"Only what had to be done," he said.
The court, seeing this, saw only a dutiful son and loyal younger brother who had chained his own fate for the sake of family and kingdom.
Some wept openly.
Others bowed until their foreheads hit the floor.
In that moment, a new image etched itself into the hearts of all who watched:
Crown Prince Xu Yuan, standing in judgment's light, accepting heaven's chain with steady hands.
***
Far above, beyond the broken sky, in a place no mortal eye could see, something ancient stirred.
A fissure in emptiness opened like an unseen pupil.
For the first time, the thin world below, with its cracked firmament and scurrying souls, felt… interesting.
A will older than this realm skimmed along the new chain of law that now linked two bright points in the palace.
One point blazed with chaotic stain and defiant ferocity—Xu Feng.
The other was cold.
Dense.
Hidden behind careful stillness.
The will brushed that second point.
Met, for a flicker of an instant, a faint echo it recognized from another world.
A flavor of selfishness that did not bow.
Then the presence withdrew, leaving behind only a hairline fissure in the invisible order surrounding the chain.
A flaw.
A possibility.
Unnoticed by the Heavenly Law Sect.
Unfelt by the King.
But not entirely unseen.
Deep within Xu Yuan's soul, Fang Yuan's seed smiled without lips.
*Now the heavens themselves have touched you,* the ancient demon murmured. *A chain, a mark, and a crack—all in one stroke. You move quickly, Xu Yuan.*
Xu Yuan, standing calm beside the throne as the court rearranged itself around the new verdict, let his lashes lower for a single heartbeat.
*Chains are paths,* he answered silently. *So long as they lead upward, I have no objection to stepping on them.*
Fang Yuan's amusement deepened.
*Then let us see, little inheritor… when that chain tightens, when heaven tugs—*
*Will you cut it… or let yourself be pulled closer?*
At that exact moment, Shen Zhen, watching the Crown Prince with narrowed eyes, felt a faint, inexplicable chill run down his spine—as if someone else had just joined him in observing this young man, someone beyond even his sect's reach.
He turned instinctively toward the shattered sky.
High above, the cracks gleamed a little brighter.
And in the depths of those fractures, something vast and patient seemed… to be watching the same boy he was.
A heartbeat later, the feeling vanished.
Shen Zhen's hand tightened on the Eye of Measured Sin.
"Interesting," he murmured under his breath.
On the hall floor, Xu Feng clutched his chest, the echo of the soul-chain still burning through his heart. He looked up at Xu Yuan's back—straight, calm, unwavering.
"Yuan…" he whispered.
For the first time in his life, genuine awe stirred in him.
He did not yet realize that the chain now linking their souls was not only a leash heaven could pull—
But also a path Xu Yuan could one day trace back to the very hand that forged it.
And somewhere, beyond cracked sky and watching sects, above kings and princes and crawling mortals—
Heaven's gaze settled a little more firmly on the Crown Prince of the Xu Kingdom.
Like a farmer finally noticing an animal in the herd that did not quite move like the others.
As if thinking:
*This one… may need a closer look.*
The hall slowly filled with sound again—formal announcements, the King's decree of Xu Feng's demotion and exile, Shen Zhen's confirmation of Heavenly Law's supervision.
But beneath all that noise, a new, quiet truth had already taken root:
From this day forward, every step Xu Yuan took would tug ever so slightly on a chain that reached all the way into heaven's unseen machinery.
And when that chain finally pulled taut—
Someone would have to break first.
The heavens.
The demon within.
Or the smiling prince who dared to bind himself to both.
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