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Once Upon a December - The Invitation - Walter x Reader - P9

WARNING; GRAPIC BLOOD, GORE, MURDER, IMPLIED SUICIDE, SELF HARM, DRINKING OF BLOOD, AND BLOOD PACTS- VERY INTENSE CHAPTER!!! POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING!!

IM BEING SERIOUS, I WENT ALL IN WITH THIS CHAPTER, IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE INTENSE STUFF, DO NOT READ.

Don't you disrespect me little man! Don't you derogate or deride! You're in my world now, Not your world And I got friends on the other side!

You hadn’t even been married; he hadn’t had the chance to propose; he had barely moved in after your parent's death.

You were barely into your early twenties.

It was probably the coldest and bleakest day of your life; Harrison's death and rebirth. As a vampire.

You hated remembering that day, that night more so.

“Be kind Harrison�� you laughed, hanging onto his arm as his fingers intertwined with yours, making your way back home; not noticing the shadowy figure keeping pace behind you. Harrison just laughed, shaking his head.

“Always my dear” he muttered, kissing your knuckles “but he deserved it, you heard what he called Calista” you rolled your eyes at Harrison’s defense, but you couldn’t fault him for protecting his sister, even if it meant insulting the hell out of the butcher for calling Calista a bed-warmer. Which she wasn’t, she was still ‘pure’ as the priest would say.

She saw no desire for things like that anyhow, her love and lust were for the world beyond the shores.

“Come on, it's almost dusk-“ Harrison’s words were cut off at the sound of a tree-branch snapping and he whirled around, eyes scanning the tree line behind you. “Harry?” you whispered, tugging on his hand gently, feeling him pull you to stand behind him “Harry?”

“I just thought I heard something” he muttered, turning and pulling you towards the castle, his shoulders tense and his hand tight around yours. You hummed, glancing back at the forest line, leaning into Harrison’s side before you were ripped away; your scream cut short with a rough hand on your mouth. “HEY!” Harrison yelled, running after you as the man tugged you back towards the tree line. “LET HER GO!”

“Come along my dear” a gruff voice whispered in your ear, and you struggled as best you could- recognizing it as the voice of the priest's brother. Solomon. He was much older than you, wealthy, and well off in his life. But his demands for your hand had been ignored by you and your parents; while they didn’t like Harrison, they did admit he was better for you than Solomon.

You reeled your elbow back, sending it into Solomon’s gut and making him double over. You ducked under his arms and twisted them about, flinching as his wrist gave a sickening crack. You bolted back towards Harrison, nearly collapsing in his arms as he grabbed you, pulling you back towards the house.

“What in the seven hells are you doing?!” Harrison yelled, pulling you behind him and glaring at the older man, Solomon’s eyes flashing with madness and jealousy. “The gods decreed her mine, you devil!” Solomon screamed, the blood vessels in his eyes popping as he glared at you and Harrison.

“Fuck the gods then, she isn’t yours to have! You cretin.” Harrison hissed, slowly pushing you back towards the castle, you just had to get inside, and you both would be safe. “I will have her, we will wed and I will have her” Solomon muttered, his eyes swirling with darkness and cruelty. Harrison tilted his down, ready to do whatever it took to keep you safe.

“(y/n), get inside, now!” Harrison yelled, stopping Solomon in his tracks as he attempted to rush Harrison, the feral old man practically foaming at the mouth as he swung wildly. You stuttered for a moment, but obeyed, knowing you would be no help in this fight.

You turned, going to run back inside when you heard Harrison gasp and choke. You turned again, screaming as you saw Solomon rip a knife out of Harrison's chest, blood following the blade “HARRISON!” You screamed, rushing towards your beloved as Solomon backed away, his eyes wide.

“i-I didn’t mean…” he whispered, the madness suddenly gone from his eyes as Harrison stumbled back, his hands hovering above the fatal wound Solomon had granted him. You caught Harrison’s falling form, his knees buckling under his sudden dead weight. “no-no no please no, Harry-please, stay awake my love-stay awake!” you pleaded with his fading spirit, his ocean blue eyes looking into yours, glassy and scared.

“(y/n)” he whispered, voice cracked and quiet, he reached towards you and you quickly grasped his hand, holding it to your chest; your tears dripping down your cheeks and onto his bloodied chest. “I’m-I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, this isn’t your fault, you just need to stay awake-for me-okay?” you whispered back, frantic and pleading, taking your other hand and holding Harrison’s face, not liking the way it felt cold against your palm. He smiled up at you, tilting his face into your palm “I love you (y/n)” he murmured, already struggling to breathe.

“I love you too, now stay awake-please; I can't lose you” you whispered, leaning down to kiss Harrison’s forehead “you’re all I have” he smiled, his breath shuddering as he leaned up with all his might to kiss you, his hand weakly curling around your arm. “Have courage, and be kind” he whispered, echoing your words right back to you, the light in his eyes going out as he slumped into your lap, his head falling back against your arms.

“No-no no nonono!” you screamed, sobbing out against his chest as Harrison’s breathing stopped, along with his heart. “HARRY!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE!” you sat there for what felt like hours, crying against Harrison’s body, which was growing colder by the moment, clutching his shirt and hand as tight you could, hoping that-something-anything-would bring him back if you wished for it hard enough.

When you looked up, red-eyed and unable to shed any more tears, Solomon was gone, and the sun had set. You took a shuddering breath, forcing yourself to stand and helplessly drag Harrison’s body into your home, collapsing against the cold stone walls once you made it inside, closing the heavy wooden door with your foot as you cradled his body against yours, his head resting in the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Please” you whispered to the air, hoping something-anything-was listening “please, just…just give him back-I’ll do anything” you pressed your face into his shoulder, muffing your sobs against his clothes. You clenched your jaw as a strong shudder ran up your spine, something-cold-grasping your shoulders and gently pulling you towards Harrison’s study just down the hall.

You stared, wondering what was pulling you towards his study, slowly slipping out from under Harrison’s study and walking down the hall; feeling like your body was moving of its own accord. That cold grasp left your arms and guided your hands to the locked top drawer in Harrison’s desk, and for once, it was unlocked. You pulled it open, your breath catching as you looked down at the spell book that had been found a few miles away a good hundred years ago, under the wych elm.

It was tied with a white ribbon and smelled of cleansing herbs. You carefully grabbed the leather-bound book, tracing your fingers on the indented symbol on the front. You looked back at Harrison, your eyes stuck on the bloody stab wound, your eyes closed, remembering how many times Solomon had cursed Harry as the devil, and claimed you to be his.

“He wants a devil, he’s getting one” you muttered, undoing the ribbon and opening the book, the room suddenly dropped in temperature, and you could see your breath in the thin beam of moonlight that filtered into the room. You felt clawed hands curling over your shoulder and arms, one guiding down your hand to guide you to flip through the book. You looked at your hand and shoulders, seeing nothing there.

You took a deep breath, hurriedly flipping through the book until you felt you found what you were looking for “A simple exchange” you whispered, running your finger down the words written on the paper.

“To bring one soul back to the land of the living, another soul must take its place-and another must be the first's anchor” you muttered, licking your lips nervously as you read the instructions of the spell; all of which only led to one thing.

A living sacrifice.

You nearly threw up reading what you would have to do, this wasn’t just-witch craft, it was devil’s work. “Drink the blood of the sacrificed?” you whispered, nearly dropping the book “i-i-I” you could feel yourself spiraling, nose burning with panicked tears.

You locked eyes with Harrison’s body again and you closed your eyes, gritting your jaw before slamming the book closed and walking out of the study, that cold feeling and claws following you right out.

“I’m pleased you’ve come around my dear, in time you’ll see I was the right one for you all along. The Lord will rejoice in our union.” Solomon said, his fingers trailing down your neck. You had to stop yourself from breaking his fingers, your fear and anger helping you keep yourself in check.

“Mmm,” you hummed, leading Solomon down into the basement, which he thought was one of your personal rooms. Soloman rubbed his hands together as you stepped into the stone room “it’s cold, is there a fire we could light?” Solomon asked, blinking as fire appeared in the middle of the room, the door behind him slamming shut. “wha-“

He saw Harrison’s body, slumped in the corner, pale as a sheet, and you standing across from him, eyes as black as coal. “Dear?” Solomon whimpered, gasping as his back touched the cold stone wall. He looked down, his breath picking up at the symbol carved into the floor, and in the middle, the floating fire that illuminated the room.

“Witch,” Solomon cried out, desperately trying to get to the door “you lie with the devil!” you just glared, the book clutched tightly in your hand as Solomon did everything he could to open the door. Nothing worked, the strong wood being held closed by an unseen force, all whispering praises and encouragement to you.

“And the devil shall rise again, as you called him” you finally muttered, and Solomon realized what you were going to do, crying out as he sunk to the floor. “No, show me kindness, mercy my dear!” he sobbed, closing his eyes as you stalked towards him, a knife in hand.

“My kindness was drained from me, the moment you killed my love” you sneered, chest rising with panting rage. “And your death shall bring him back.” You took a final look at Harrison’s body, and that pushed you to go through with the spell, grabbing Solomon’s trembling arm and throwing him onto the carved symbol, jumping on him before he could move and stabbing him right in the middle of the chest, tears of pain and anger burning in your eyes as you stabbed him again, and again, and again; until he was gurgling on his blood.

You grabbed his left arm, slitting his wrist and letting the blood drain, doing the same with his right wrist.

Then you leaned over his face, looking right into his eyes “I love Harrison Deville, and nothing-will never change that. No matter what he becomes, or what he does; because I have murdered for him, I have made a deal with the devil for him. You will never, tear us apart” you whispered, feeling something click within your soul as you slit Solomon’s throat, closing your eyes as he took his last breath and slumped, blood pouring from every orifice of his body.

You scrambled off his body, hitting the wall and curling into yourself, sobbing into your arms as the carved symbol on the floor filled with blood. “Forgive me Harry” you whispered, tear and blood-stained face crumbled with a thousand emotions. You forced yourself to stand, grabbing the book and reading what you had to do next.

You took a shuddering breath, moving back to Solomon’s body and grabbing the two silver chalices and forcing some of the still draining blood into the chalices, one from the left wrist, and one from the right wrist.

You set them on the table, pulling Solomon’s body off the symbol and half carrying and half pulling Harrison’s body onto it to replace Solomon. “Please let this work, or I shall join you in the afterlife my love” you muttered, running your hands through Harrison’s hair before standing, taking a deep breath as you grabbed the silver dagger from the table; closing your eyes before you slit your left wrist, letting your blood mix with the two chalices holding Solomon’s blood.

You hesitated before pouring the blood from the right wrist into Harrison’s mouth, closing your eyes as it pooled there. “This is for him (y/n), all for him” you told yourself, feeling those clawed hands on yours, gently pushing the chalice towards your mouth. You closed your eyes, titling your head back and downing the small amount of blood, gagging as it slid down your throat.

You coughed, squeezing your eyes shut as you threw the chalice to the side, wiping your mouth free of the excess blood. “Okay, okay, no turning back now” you muttered, stepping away from Harrison’s body, lifting your hands and taking a deep breath. “I, (y/n) Godkin, offer the soul, the blood, and the life of Solomon Bennett; to bring back the soul of Harrison Deville.”

You gasped as your arms suddenly felt like they were on fire, the symbol on the ground swirling with Solomon's blood and beginning to boil. You closed your eyes, feeling a burning sensation from your chest and your left wrist, your blood-and Harrisons-pulling from his chest into yours, hovering just in front of your collar bones. “I, (y/n) Godkin, offer my soul, my blood, and my life; to be the anchor of Harrison Deville’s soul, to guide him through his eternal life on earth, as a son of the devil.”

You opened your eyes, gasping as you saw your blood and Harrison’s crystallizing before your eyes, the silver from the chalice curling around the top. You let out a slow breath, looking down at Harrison’s body, seeing the color coming back to his cheeks. ‘Last part (y/n), last part’ you thought to yourself, keeping your eyes on Harrison’s body as you began to chant the final bit of the spell.

“Eleka nahmen nahmen” you began to chant, having to hold back a wince as a burning sensation started at your forehead and began to spread down your chest, your arms, and your legs, leaving a red glowing mark in its wake. “Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen, Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen” you gasped in pain as the burning sensation turned to fire, your clothes burning up and turning to ash as the marks made themselves known.

"Let his flesh not be torn, Let his blood leave no stain, Though they beat him; Let him feel no pain. Let his bones never break, And however they try to destroy him; Let him never die, Let him never die.” With each word, you saw the life return to Harrison Deville, the color returning to his cheeks, the breath returning to his chest, his closed eyes fluttering as if only in sleep; not in death.

It was working.

“Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen. Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen.”

And with that last chant, the crystallized blood fully formed, leaving a ruby-like gem in its place; silver vines and roses decorating the top. Harrison's initials and last name engraved into the vines and gem. You swallowed harshly as a leather cord extended from it and wrapped around your neck, something whispering in your mind as it did.

‘forever bound as one, your life will be his, his life yours; Joy and pain shared’

The voice whispered away as did the horrid cold, tears trailing down your face as Harrison swallowed the blood in his mouth, awakening with a strangled gasp, one now-clawed hand reaching to his throat as he tried to regain his senses “i-what-where?” Harrison stuttered, looking about the room confused before he saw you, his eyes softening and his panic disappearing “love”

You sobbed, collapsing on yourself as you cried into your hands, the red glowing marks still vivid on your skin “It worked, oh gods it worked” you whispered into your hands, letting Harrison tug you into his arms as he sat up and crawled over to you. “I don’t know what you did but thank you my love” he whispered, eyes widening as he saw Solomon’s body in the corner, before shaking his head, burying his face in your neck. “Thank you”

You gasped as he slowly pulled back a few moments later, wiping your face clean of tears and blood, his nails sharp and black, his teeth sharpened, and his eyes almost black. “I love you so much” you whispered, feeling your skin rise with goosebumps as the cold basement set into your exposed skin as the marks faded away. Harry smiled, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours.

“And I love you my dear, so much” you sobbed at his words, grabbing his still bloodstained collar and pulling him into you, pressing a desperate kiss to his warm lips. He hummed into it, wrapping his arms tightly around you and holding you tight, one of his hands cupping your cheek.

You tucked your head into his neck as you pulled away, breathing in his faded scent that blended with his blood. “I think I need to change and burn these clothes” Harrison muttered, chuckling as you gently smacked his arm before nodding, letting him pick you up and carry you out of the basement, your legs weakened after doing what you did, and still feeling the effects from the burning marks.

You pinched your nose as you remembered that day, you didn’t regret it, not a bit; but it was a painful and gross memory. You just wish you hadn’t been forced to go through with it in the first place. You looked down at the last letter dangling between your fingers and peeled open the wax seal; opening the letter and settling against the stone wall once more.

“To my dearest (y/n), my beloved, my wife, my only love;

It has been 900 years since your disappearance, and I have shaped myself into a man you would fear…my name is Walter Deville now, I kept our last, since I deemed it appropriate. But I’ve long moved out of our home, and in the late 1800’s, the Alexander family built me a manor, just three miles away from our home.

Only Viktoria, the bride of the Klopstock family, knew this; as she has been the only one to survive these last 500 years. Oh, I think I forgot to tell you what the deal was, from the 1500’s? the three families offered me fresh ‘prey’ and three brides, one from each family, offering a blood pact for their protection, prosperity, and doubling my strength.

It was much like the spell you performed to save me, darling, they had a whole witch and everything. But she felt so much-less powerful than you, even though you did not practice your magics beyond our bond. Im rambling, I apologize; I wrote this only a few hours after I saw you again, the day of your arrival with Evie.

Gods, I still can't believe it, even as I sit here and write you this letter for you to hopefully find, and remember me with. To see you again has been a blessing from the gods I never expected to see…even if you do not remember me, I will die happily at any time, simply because I have seen you, I knew you hadn’t died, I knew my hope wasn’t for naught.

I’m sorry I didn’t look hard enough, I’m sorry I gave up; I have to wonder-where were you my love? Locked in a basement? Buried within the town? Did they take you far away from me?

You were under the wych elm? Had my-silly theory, been correct? Were you that close all this time? Had I given up just a moment before I reached you? Had I forsaken you to another 500 years of darkness simply because I lost hope?

Im so sorry.”

You trailed your fingers across the dutifully written words, a strained smile on your lips as you noticed the warped paper; he had cried again. You could imagine him clenching his jaw as he sobbed, one hand curled into his hair as the other held his pen lightly, the object threatening to clatter to the ground as his shoulders shook with his cries.

“I must tell you this before I run out of room on this-damned piece of paper; I never loved any of my brides from the three families. Viktoria is a thorn in my side, thinking she always knows what's best and tries to constantly rip control for herself from anyone and anything. She was a monster before I ever offered my blood. The Billington brides have always been kind, some a false kindness but Lucy…she reminds me of you, she is a bubble of-gods I don’t know…she reminds me of Calista, honestly; probably why I never saw her as a wife and more of a family member.

And Emmaline, my last Alexander bride, she was kind-but she was sad, she did not want to be involved with all of this. Again, reminding me of you; and how you wished to not have to do what you did all those years ago. She killed herself to free herself and end all of…this. I always tried to treat the Alexander family a bit better than the rest, as Evelyn, your friend, was their ancestor, and after your disappearance, she was kind-the only one to know of our true bond other than my sisters.

Evie, your friend now, is supposed to be wed to me this Sunday…and-seeing you again-I don’t know if I want to do it. She is your friend; she has brought you back to me-I don’t know if I can curse her to live this life. It’s not like me, Walter, to feel this way…Viktoria has already noticed my hesitance, I don’t think she likes you. Fuck her. I would be a pathetic farm boy again, just to be with you. I would face every struggle, every burden to just be able to look into your eyes, and tell you I love you once more.

I never stopped loving you, you have always been on my mind; Harrison never truly died, I had never been able to do that; not when I still loved you. Love…if you remember, and you realize the monster I’ve become, and you decide to leave me-I will understand-I will still love you, and will still protect you with all that I am. I will do my best to get Evie back home with you if you do leave, she has graced me with someone I thought had disappeared from my life forever, and I am eternally grateful for her. Ah, there's so little left in this paper, I suppose I should wrap it up” you could imagine him huffing and tapping his pen against the desk, pouting a bit at not being able to write more to you “if you do remember me, and all that we went through; and you decide to love me just as you had 900 years ago…you know where to find me.

We only had 20 years together, 6 of that spent within our eternal bond, but I wouldn’t trade those years for anything, or anyone in the world. I love you (y/n), so much. And I missed you, so much.

Your beloved, and forever-loving husband; Harrison Deville.”

You shook your head “sap” you muttered, getting to your feet and grabbing the pocket watch, kissing the polished top and pocketing it, carefully folding the letter back up and holding it close to your chest, your necklace burning with renewed power. “Harrison Deville, here I come”

You couldn’t keep the smile off your lips as you raced out of Harrison’s study, down the stairs, through the ballroom, out the courtyard, and down the forest path; heart pumping with adrenaline and excitement, your arms pumping by your sides as you sprinted through the forest towards the manor.

As you arrived, you saw many butlers and maids wandering about getting ready for the rehearsal dinner later that night. You checked your phone, it was in two hours; just enough time to find Harrison and tell him you still loved him, and remembered everything.

You took a direct turn to the library/his study, pushing open the door, slightly surprised to find it unlocked, and called his name out gently; sighing in disappointment to find him not there. You sped over to his desk, looking for something to write on when you saw the file on his desk.

It was of all the maids, and Evie. You quickly scanned over it, sighing a bit as you realized what it was “Good to know he didn’t break his promise to not lie to me” you muttered before remembering he did, but in a way to protect your still fragile mind “Brother my ass, died after designing the room my ass” you joked to yourself, shaking your head as you continue your search for a blank piece of paper and a pen.

“Dammit,” you groaned, there was nothing on his desk, not even a sticky note! Looking down at the letter in your hand you got an idea, you set it on the desk, turned it over to the blank side, and grabbed a pen. You quickly scribbled what you wanted to tell him, keeping it short and sweet.

'i remember, and I still love you-didn’t I say ‘no matter what?’

You sighed with a smile, tapping the paper before stepping back, going to search for Harrison when you were hit over the head with something heavy and you crumbled to the floor, gasping in pain as a tall feminine figure stood over you, her eyes dark with rage. She snatched your letter to Harrison and crumbled it, pocketing it and huffing.

“You really don’t know when you quit do you? Witch” she muttered, her clawed hands grabbing the collar of your jacket and beginning to drag you out of the manor, your vision fading out as soon as your body passed the doorway to the main hall.

“This should do the trick” Viktoria muttered, tossing your bound body into the hole that sat underneath the Wych elm. Just as the townsfolk had done so many years ago. Viktoria looked down at the small book in her hands, smirking at its title ‘how to bind the witch of Carfax Abbey.’ She had grown up hearing the legend of the witch of Carfax Abbey, a witch who had bewitched lord Deville and sacrificed children and the priest's brother to keep her youth.

Now she knew those tales weren’t entirely true, you were too…kind-to kill anyone, let alone children. One of the families of the town just a few miles away from Carfax Abbey had noticed the brother's disappearance and linked it to Lord Deville’s disappearance, his reappearance, and the sudden-ethereal look to lady Godkin. They claimed witch, and hunted you down; which according to legend, had been successful. This was back in the 1120s, a good six years after the brother’s disappearance.

Viktoria chuckled to herself, pocketing the book and snapping her fingers, some of the butlers doing the dirty work for Viktoria as they began to fill the hole with dirt. “I’ll take good care of him dear” Viktoria cooed, waving her fingers to your once again forever sleeping form.

She walked off, leaving the butlers alone, some of which glancing at each other, clearly uncomfortable with what they were doing. They had noticed the -change- in lord Deville with your arrival, he had been happier, easygoing. They did not want to know what would happen if he found out about what they and Viktoria had done.

Soon they had filled the hole and buried your body, two of the butlers staying back for a moment, glancing at each other with an odd look. “Ain’t she the one we found 10 years ago?” the blonde one asked, biting his lip as he looked back at the loose dirt covering your grave. The other nodded, taking a shuddering breath.

10 years ago, these two butlers -then they were only boys, 14 years old at the most-had traveled off the main forest path and stumbled across the wych’s elm. They had remembered the legend of the witch and-goofing around, dug up the supposed sleeping place of the witch; the only spot on the grounds not frozen deep or covered with snow.

Only to find you, bound by chains, and white ribbon; looking as if you were only just buried. Your chest rising and falling, as if only in sleep. Nearly peeing themselves, they took your body from the grave, one cutting the white ribbon from your body.

When you began to stir, they ran for their lives, screaming about how the witch was real and how she had risen from the dead.

That had been the day you woke up all alone, with no memories but your name, snow drifting from the sky and dirt staining your dress.

The two butlers glanced at each other again, then followed after their co-workers, wondering if it was worth it to follow Viktoria's orders.

-end of part 9-

yep, another cliff hanger mfs~~~~ also-how’d yall like how wrote the official reveal?! were your theories correct? did i somehow throw you off even though i didnt mean to?? XD but to make some things final; (y/n) was not a witch until that night she made the sacrifice-and after that, she only uses her new magic to connect with Harrison, beyond that-she hates using it, too much of a reminder of Harrison’s death. The necklace! its basically a ‘contract’ of the spell, or the heart of the spell, it connects (y/n) and Harrison through body and soul, if (y/n) is hurt, it shows up on Harrison so he can protect her/heal her if needed.

Her blood makes him all powerful, even more powerful then if he has all three brides, as she is his connection to the world, his anchor. her blood is also the best food source for him, he only needs a drop and he’s full for a year (exaggeration but you get it) and his blood can heal her through the gem; aka him sharing his powers with her. and (y/n)’s 900 year disappearance and how she woke up, hopefully it came across well enough, but the townsfolk bound her with chains and cleansing white ribbon (like the one on the spell book) and buried her under the wych elm, basically to taunt Harrison since she was-that close (the elm is only like-less than five miles away from the castle). and then 890 years later, two boys, who would become butlers at the manor, were goofing around and found (y/n), one accidently undid the ribbon and (y/n) was freed. she doesn't remember the chains cuz-everything's fuzzy when you wake up.

as for the red glowing marks-think raven from teen titan’s with those the gem/portal marks

also note-Harrison’s death and revival happens within a day, from sunset to sunrise; (y/n) works fast as fuck boi.

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