"Y'know, in another timeline, you three are a family."

I looked up from my work to see Myra sitting up in the hammock we had hung in my quarters, staring at a picture of me, Tirek, and Cozy Glow.
After the Battle of the Bell, we parted ways on less than amicable terms.

Perhaps it was rash to accuse them of treachery, but it's far too late now. Tirek was a congressman in the Neostate, and Cozy Glow was.. missing.

"What are you implying?"
"Nothing. I'm just observing the other worlds. Watching other universes has become my personal daytime television. There's endless possibilities when it comes to this multiverse, it's like the monkey-infinite-typewritter thingie."

She floated the picture back to my desk, and lay back in the hammock. She was not used to changeling bedding, but that would change soon enough.
That canvas I stole was particularly itchy. She'd not last long in it.

"Then why bring up the fact that I have somehow become blood to those two in another world?"
"Well, haven't you ever thought, 'I wonder what would've happened if I did things differently'?" She tilted her head at me.

"No. I have far too much on my plate to ponder the what-ifs, to say nothing of the plights of others beyond our world." I rolled my eyes, and continued my work.

It began to grow.. annoyingly quiet. I stared at some of the paperwork and felt like burning it.

"In another timeline, you end up as part of a herd."
"With whom." I said without looking up from the logistics.
"This Prince named Mark Wells, alongside a few other mares."
"And do I show him his place?"
"Boy howdy, did you ever! He showed you yours too, though; ended up siring some of your nymphs. But you did love him."

I raised an eye ridge at her. "Did?"
I could taste the bright jolt of shock that ran down her spine, even though she remained composed.
"Eeeyup."
"Did the arrangement come to failure?"
"Nnnope."
"Did I die?" I shot her a glare across the port bow of her little hammock.

..

"Bah. Your silence is answer enough."

"A human assassinated you. Mark.. killed him, immediately after. With raw lightning magic. Afterwards, your murderer was just a stain on the floor."

I couldn't help but grin a little darkly.
"It seems the other me chose her mate wisely." I purred.

I considered the budgets. Food stores were good enough, and we'd be down one mouth to feed on account of Myra's presence.
She never seemed to eat, or at the very least, I had yet to see her do it. And with her feeding me, well..

"Tell me another."
"Well, in another timeline you end up..." She began to ramble about another world, and I resumed my work.
Her madness made for lovely evening entertainment.

<=

The time had come for the announcement.
My children had gathered in the mess hall, where cocoons of liquefied love were acting as dispensaries for food. Morale was high, despite our recent loss. Shore leave in Equestria seemed to have done the trick.

I sent out a telepathic wave of "ATTENTION PLEASE" throughout the mess hall, and all conversation and din stopped.

"I wish to inform you all that we will be working alongside someone. Because of the treacherous nature of the untamed lands, I have hired a specialist to act as reconnaissance. You are all under orders to treat this creature as if she was one of our own, do I make myself clear?"

The company replied with a mixture of "Yes ma'am" and "Yes Mom". I did my best not to smile at the latter sentiment. I turned to the entryway where Myra should've been standing.
"You may enter."

..

"I said you may-"
"HEY KIDS, WANNA SEE A DEAD BODY?!"

Before Myra's form fell from the rafters and made a sickening thud on impact. My children began to scream at the alleged corpse.

"STOP SCREAMING!!" I yelled. Everypony complied. "And you!" I lifted up Myra and her shit-eating grin from the ground, dangling her by her clothes. "We agreed for this to be a TRUCE, not an opportunity to psychologically attack my kin as opposed to physically attacking them!! Do that again, and I will bury you alive and ensure you do not return from the grave!"
Myra lifted up her hands in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay, no fucking with the kids. Got it."

I placed her down, then threw a hoof across her face, which made a very satisfying smack sound. Myra rubbed the developing bruise. "Yeah, okay, I earned that one."
She did not taste remorseful in the slightest.

"Wait.. we're working with the SMILE agent?!" One of my children exclaimed. "How do we know she's not transmitting information to Equestria?!"
Before I had the chance to answer, Myra did.

"Because, Squirt," she snapped her fingers like Discord would, but with no magical result, "Working for SMILE is just my job. And like any other human in the workforce, my political affiliations when on the clock don't match the ones I have in my free time. As of right now, I'm not getting paid, so as far as I'm concerned, Princess Twilight and Director Luna can suck it."

My children gaped at her brazen statement. I also gaped at her.

"So then why do you work for them?" Another of my children asked.
"Well, Pincer, I'm part of the division that's dedicated to preventing doomsday devices, eschatrons, and seventh-seal cults from going off. I care more about the World at Large, as opposed to any one ideology or country, and currently, SMILE is the only one doing anything in the field of preventing worldwide destruction. So I work with them instead of working alone. Easier that way."

"How do you know our names?" another one chirped from the far side of the room.
"That's my ability! To portend the established, the true, narrative bonds, and what has come before. Being able to see what's already come to pass, when it is suddenly relevant once again, is just as important as being able to see what has yet to be." She grinned and spread her arms out. "I can see Chrysalis assigning each of you a name, and so I pretty much know all of you without the introductions. I can see that being creepy-"

"Is it true you're dating Mom- I mean, Captain Chrysalis?!"

She stopped her ramble with a dumbstruck smile on her face. Sweat accumulated on her forehead, and her eyes darted to me and back.
For five seconds, it was deathly quiet. Finally, Myra spoke.

"I can neither confirm nor deny, on the grounds that your mother is right there, and if you really wanna know, you could go ask her." She jerked a thumb towards me, grinning desperately.

I made a point to glare towards her, then to my kin, to signal that there would be dire consequences for anyling that dared to-

"..Mother? Is it true you're dating Agent Sangre?" One very brave child asked. I might have to promote that one for sheer bravado alone. Provided I didn't eat her alive first.

".. We won't tell anyone!" Another piped up.
"The secret dies with us!" More joined in.
"Yeah, cross our hearts, swear to fly, stick a cupcake in our eye!"

Myra burst out into wheezing laughter, and dropped to the floor, her cane clattering off to the side.

"Enough!" I shouted. "These asinine questions are not relevant to the mission at hoof! Anymore of these, and you will be on cleaning duty in the nursery for the foreseeable future!"

Sweet silence returned. Myra reached for her cane, and stumbled to her hooves. Feet. Whatever.

"As you were! I must return to my quarters to strategize with our temporary ally."

A few of my children did their best to keep a straight face and not fall into rumour and hearsay. Not until we left, anyways.

=>

You watch as the mid day sun cooks the chaparral before you.

It's currently 45° outside.

Celsius. You fucking hate it.
You take another swig of your concoction and try your best to ignore the sun beating down on you.

You're currently scouting the general area for any signs of, well, anything. Right down to any little narratives about a wild creature drowning in mud.

You'd say that's not a big deal, but given the size of some animals here, anything that's big enough to drown those hypotheticals is big enough to drown a changeling.

Changeling. Fuckin Buggie.
No, no. Focus on the mission.

You're travelling via a large truck, courtesy of the archaeology team, who obtained the truck from human salesmen on the border between the Neostate and the Griffonian Empire. Chrysalis' children are currently armed literally to the teeth, and then some. Currently, you're not picking up on anything out of the ordinary - as ordinary as Equestria can get, anyways. When there's shit like Tatzlwurms and Ursa Majors out in the wild, you kinda gotta be ready. You consider yourself your own weapon - your blood is what you fight with. First strike on you means you draw something out from your body to slice, stab, or bludgeon as you please.

Is it sanitary? No. Is it good for you? Fuck no. Does it disturb the fuck out of enemy combatants when you do it? Hell yeah it does. In cases where you can't afford to bleed, however, you use your cane as a club. You specifically alchemized it to be tough enough to take a beating. Only one creature has managed to break it.
You look over at Buggie. She's currently geared up in armor to protect her vitals, primarily the more exposed parts of her underbelly. You know from experience that her chitin is tough enough to withstand a lot, and the same goes for her brood. As a result, they don't have much armor - which is a boon in this heat.

Your focus returns to scanning for any potential hazards.

<=

Mealworm was not wearing armor. Her outfit consisted of a freakish clash of reds and grays - a light gray cape that doubled as a hood, one that draped over her head to protect her eyes from Celestia's damnable sun. She wore two layers of shirts - one darker red than the other with longer sleeves, and emblazoned across her chest was a stark red symbol of, what else, blood. Beneath that was a set of almost skin pants that had cuts at the knees, revealing her legs, and some very large, heavy looking boots.
I recall one of my brood reading comics from the human country, where characters were very similarly dressed. By which I mean gaudily.

I noted she looked somewhat.. warm..

"How are you comfortable in that?"
"It's my godtier outfit. It's.. synthetically designed to be comfortable in any weather."
"I assume you did not obtain this outfit from any living creature."
"I mean, I dunno if Skaia counts or not. But let's say yeah." She chuckled to herself, "Rarity would have a conniption if she saw this outfit. I just didn't have any outfits better suited for heat, y'know how Canterlot gets."
"Hm. It does have quite the chill." I agreed.

She leaned back in her seat, scanning the horizon. "Nearest threat is an adolescent tatzlwurm, due southwest about seventy kilometers away."
"Easy pickings, and too far away to matter," I hummed.

<=

By the time we got there, it was still nice and quiet. My company unpacked the materials to set up camp, while Myra quietly watched the horizon. She still had some steaming anger in her despite the distance from her alleged "friends", of which I was somehow being the best of.
I didn't even like being a friend, but allies went quite far these days, so I allowed a limited amount.

The griffon archeologists made sure the dig site wasn't too far from camp, and they began to get to work, despite the fatigue from travel. Myra idly paced around the site, her cane thumping against the dirt in a somewhat unsteady pattern. My children stood guard around the perimeter, but it seemed threats were low tonight - the greatest one we had faced was the sun itself, which was thankfully beginning to set.

Suddenly, there was a squawk of surprise from the griffons, and one flew up from the digsite to get Myra's attention.
"It's some sort of humanoid!" They exclaimed. Curious, I followed them down, and found something very strange indeed.

It was a mummified corpse of some kind of alien. Gray skin, orange horns, and somewhat.. bug like features. Its sunken eyes were wide open, revealing eyes that resembled that of a changeling's.
Changeling.. humans? Were those a possibility?

"It's a troll." Myra answered.
"I've seen a troll," one of the scientists contested, "They do not look like humans covered in gray paint with freakish changeling eyes! Ah--," He looked up at me, "N-no offense, Captain."

I grinned without humor. "Some taken."
Myra growled in impatience, and began to explain without stopping, pacing around the body in a circle. "A troll from a different world, I mean. This is an Alternaian Troll, a bipedal human-insectoid race of starfaring warlords that would conquer other galaxies and drain them of resources. Their children are left behind on the homeworld, Alternia, and are raised by animals, known as Lusii (plural of Lusus), sometimes referred to as custodians. They're raised to be very violent people, and the children typically hunt, fuck with, and kill each other for sport. Friendship is socially considered a disease, and a means to an end."

I couldn't help but grin a little. My kind of people, it seemed. Some of the birds began to whip out their journal and take notes, furiously writing everything down.

She pointed at its warm-toned horns. "As you can see by the lack of development on their horns, this one is an adolescent. Teenager. About seventeen years old, or eight "sweeps" in their measurement of time, due to the fact that their planet orbited the sun at a slower pace. Not anymore though."

"W-why?" One of the archeologists asked, nervously.
"It was destroyed. There are no remains." She said, and didn't elaborate. A wave of fear cascaded over the researchers. Some dropped their pens.

"H-how do you know all this?" The same griffon asked, shuddering.
"If I told you, your entire understanding of the makeup of reality would snap in twain and leave you babbling uselessly on the ground. So let's just say, I'm a Seer, I know things."
"I do taste a great deal of stress and fear coming from you." I raised an eye ridge to the bird that had insulted me. "Perhaps you may find use in one of our hive's pods?" I grinned, knowing full well this would only stress him even more. It's what he deserved for calling my eyes freakish.
"N-no thank you, I think I'll go lie down." He said, and stumbled away. Myra snorted quietly.

"What's one doing on Equus?" A different griffon asked.
"That's a great fuckin question, doc." She sighed, before suddenly, I felt a well of shock, fear, and adrenaline run up her spine, and Myra bit into her finger to fire off a gout of blood into the distance. Everyone turned in the direction she shot, only to see...

Nothing.

"There was something there." Myra whispered. I could hear her heartbeat despite being meters away. The griffons murmured in shock, some uttering, "Is that her blood?" quietly. My children grouped up around the griffons, as they were priority one, while Myra began to float around the dig site.

I took no chances. "Myra! What did you see?!"
Before she could answer, the griffon that had gone to lie down screamed in agony. My kin began to move in that direction, before I shot them a look, and telepathically transmitted "STAY." to them all. They complied.
"Myra!! With me!" I shouted.
She looked over and moved to my position. Together, we approached the location of the missing griffon.

We found what remained of him. A dilated eyeball, some dismembered claws, a few internal organs, and a lot of pulverized viscera. An unhinged beak indicated he was dead before he finished screaming.

"Yeesh." Myra said.
...

"That is the best observation you can make right now?!" I hissed.
"I'm thinking! I'm thinking! This poor bastard was alone at the time of his death. Is anyone else currently by themselves?"

I looked over to the dig site. Every one of my children was accounted for. Good.
"No. I do not believe so."
"We regroup with them, and stay grouped up. It's possible whatever I saw is picking off stragglers. Maybe a predator."

I shook my head, looking down at the remains of the griffon.
"A predator would've eaten this young cock. He had plenty of meat to spare."

Myra wheezed, doubling over and leaning on her cane. I smacked her upside the head. "NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR CRUDE HUMOR!"

We regrouped with the others, my kin having now established a protective perimeter. Changeling resin was constructed in a hurry, to create a makeshift barrier. Myra sat down and let her ability take a glimpse into what happened.

=>

You replay the moment. Over and over. The griffin is there, laying down, and then, for a moment, he is in excruciating pain, then dead.

You don't see it.

You're not seeing it. Fuck! Something is managing to bypass your ability to portend the past.
Don't panic.
Don't. Panic.
Do. Not. Panic.

You consider the options.
Enemy stand? Possible, but no one had a reason to murder this guy. You checked. The worst he did was insult Buggie in this narrative. Potentially a stand used by a wild creature, but that would mean a far less strategic approach.

You close your eyes in frustration and play the moment again.

"Ah... hh... mmh.. hah..."
Fuck was that? You replay the moment once more, listening in. There's a soft, whimpery noise, just before the griffon is killed.

So you can't see it, but you can hear it. You know this much. You consider other possibilities.
What are monsters that are typically invisible to the human spectrum of sight?
You reach into the past to dig up references. At one point, somewhere in time, Twilight Sparkle had been reading up on a book of monsters. You peer over her shoulder and read the book.

It's definitely not a langolier. That would've made a lot of noise. Also they theoretically don't exist because otherwise they'd be a huge problem for you.
Turn the page.
Nominon? The griffon would've been sleeping. And you don't think its MO is gibbing its victims.
Turn the page.
The Altered Beast? No, too much noise, and very visible. You can see that bastard by the creek anytime.
The Leyak?

Ah, fuck, like the Abiotic Factor Leyak? Yeah, that would do it.

Twilight snorts, clearly annoyed, and turns her head to look up at you.
"Do you mind?!"

You snap back to the present.
O-kaaaaaaayyy, gonna process that one laterrrrrr.

<=

"Any conclusions yet, Mealworm?" I asked, somewhat terse.
Myra shook her head, looking scrambled. "Leyak."
"Lay-yak?"
"Leyak." She nodded. "Creature that is invisible to the eye, except for its victim. It makes small little moans as it gets close, then goes in for the kill. Typically unaffected by normal means of damage, but shooting an x-ray at it might do the trick."

I sneered. "So that would mean that the griffon being isolated had nothing to do with it. If it is invisible, it does not need to be alone with its prey to kill. Any one of us could be next."
Myra shuddered. "God, I hate that you're right."
"And I don't believe you noticed, but we did not come armed with x-ray lighting."
Myra twitched. "Skill issue," she said, reflexively.

It got on my nerves all the same. "SKILL ISSUE?! YOU DARE CALL MY HIVE UNSKILLED?!"
"Yeah, I dare." She dropped a heavy looking machine from her inventory, and began to fiddle with it.
"Captain?" A little voice whimpered.
"You are one to talk, you lousy excuse for a meal! You've not been taking this expedition seriously at all!"
"Fuck you, yes I have! I'm the reason everyone's bacon is gonna be saved, now shut up and let me craft an x-ray light!!"
"...Mom?"
I got in Myra's way, and hissed, "You pestilence! I refer to the fact that you allowed this creature to sneak up on us with your lecture! You had one job, Sangre! ONE JOB!"
"Moooom?"
Myra shoved me aside. "And I did my fucking job, Shitheel! I spotted something coming, just like you fucking asked!! Now let me alchemize something before you all die!!!"
"Moooom!"
"WHAT?!" I turned to the child bothering me.
"S-something's following meee.." Pliocene said, shivering in fear. "It's.. fleshy.. and it's making these little moaning noises.."
"FUCK!" Myra shouted, and doubled her pace. "Okay, keep an eye on it, it only moves towards you if you're not looking."

"O-okay.."
She started off into the distance. Then she grew even more afraid .

"M-m-miss Sangre?! It's getting closer even though I'm looking at it!"
"Buggie, keep your brood away from it."
"Do not call me-"
"JUST DO IT, WOMAN! SAVE YOUR KID!"
I hissed at her one more time, then fired off experimental shots of magic at where my child was pointing. I didn't have a clue what could or would hit it, but every shot seemed to fly past into the distance. No impact. With no choice, I hoisted my child up with my magic, onto my back, and flew away from its general direction.

"It's- It's angry!! It's moving really fast now!!" Pliocine's little body was trembling fiercely, and I struggled to keep her from falling off."
"Sangre!! Any day now!!"

She was hurrying around the large machine, messing with buttons and punch cards, from what I could see. She had forgone her cane to allow her to work with both hands. That better not cause her to faint..

=>

X-RAY PAGE FROM A CHILDREN'S PICTURE BOOK || FLASHLIGHT

You craft the X-RAY FLASHLIGHT.
Sure. Yeah. FUCK IT.
Your heart is thundering right now. Did you drink enough salt water? God, you hope so. You fly off in Chrysalis' direc...

<=

Myra had fallen to the floor. The heat of the sun and the panic we were under caused her to overexert herself, and she'd collapsed.
Damnable little pest! She held a strange looking flashlight in her hand.
I gave as much a wide berth as I could, and flew down towards Myra. Given the speed of my landing, I stumbled, and Pliocene fell off of me.

She screamed, and the first cut began to show on my child, a deep gash cutting into her chitin. I hated the noise.
An instant later, I flashed the X-ray lamp at the Leyak, and it made a fleshy hissing noise under contact with the light. It screeched, and became visible to all, and...

By the hive. No wonder my child was afraid of it. It was bright red flesh, with multiple eyes and patches of hair, and bloody claws dangling from its... head.. at multiple places. It began to melt and contort in the light, and before long, all that remained was a smooth, fleshy orb.

=>

You're on the ground.

You sit up. Get on your knees. Pliocene is bleeding out on the ground in front of you. You were too late. You check her pulse and.. holy shit, she's still here?

Quick. First aid. What do you know?

See jack, categorized under shit.

Well.. You do have blood magic. You extract some from yourself and experimentally test the Leyak orb. By which you mean, you cut a piece off and merge it with a sample of your own blood.

It warps into a sort of perfectly generic flesh.

Okay, cool. You can work with this. You better hurry. It was your carelessness that felled this bug, after all.
"What are you doing." Chrysalis asks. Very unkindly.
"Gimme a hoof here. I need your magic to match their genetic makeup."

The dying changeling looks to you, confused. Like a puppy. A blood eviscerated puppy.
You'll help them, but only to get back on Buggie's good side. Relatively speaking.

Chrysalis seems to catch what you're onto. "You intend to change this flesh to match that of my child?"
"She's still alive, Buggie, just hurry up."
Together, with your Seer abilities plus her Changeling magic, you're able to warp the monster flesh and god's blood into an adequate replication of what flesh laid there.

Goldu experiensu no noryoku, desu-ne? You think to yourself, in really shitty hirigana.
The blood turns green, the muscles and fat into a blackish-grey. Chitin. The little pieces of magic that allow a changeling to shapeshift.

Pliocene begins to breathe steadily.

<=

I had trouble tasting Myra's emotional state. She was bland, without any of her usual.. affectations.
I felt Pliocine's pulse return from the void, and I was ecstatic, but kept it quiet. Myra still allowed this to happen. But she also prevented my child's death.

I wasn't sure how to feel about that. Instead I called over more of my children.
"Take her to the medical nest. Put her in a molting pod. Do not allow her to leave until the medical team gives her the all clear."
They saluted and began to move her.

She remained kneeling over what remained of the Leyak's.. corpse.
She tasted.. furious? At her own self.
I hesitated, before moving towards her.
"Myra. I can taste your rage. Talk to me."

"I couldn't.. I couldn't see it."
"Of course you couldn't see it. It was invisible."
"No, I didn't see it on the metanarrative level either. I couldn't see it kill that griffon. It was hidden from me the whole time. I only got lucky with my split second research."
"And? We are alive. One of mine is wounded, and one of our clients is dead, but we're alive."
She shot up to standing, and stumbled. I rolled my eyes and steadied her in my magic, before floating her cane into her hand.
"I should've seen it, Chrysalis! I should have seen it! I should have seen it! I should have seen it! I sh-"

I smacked her. "OW!" She growled.
"Did you see that coming?!"
"Asshole! I should have, knowing you!"
"You cannot predict everything! You of all creatures should know your own limits!"
"I'm a god, dammit, I'm supposed to be without limit!!"
"Do you care to test such a statement, Sangre?!"

Her eyes darkened. "Y'know WHAT?! AS A MATTER OF FACT, I DO!!" With a slash, she opened a cut on her finger, and swung it towards me.
I had the advantage. The heat was slowing her down, and she had not given herself time to rest or drink. Nevertheless, she'd managed to land a graze of sharp blood against my chitin, but the majority of the blow was deflected. It hit a piece of ruins off in the distance, which fell to pieces.

The griffons squawked and backed away from our fight, and my children corralled them towards the camp. I charged, and swiped low with my magic. She jumped, which is exactly what I wanted. Her using her legs more meant I could develop more advantage. She struck back with another burst of blood magic while still up in the air, and I dodged before she could hit. I magically burst the rubble she had struck up into the air, knocking her in the chest, and off her feet. She spun, rolled, and struggled to stand. I hurriedly moved in, and struck with a hoof at her back.

My hooves struck true, and she fell down to the floor, prone and exhaustedly panting. I slowly approached her from the front, feeling proud.

"Better?" I cooed smugly. She looked up at me, blinking.
"Huh?" she wheezed.
I placed a hoof under her chin, and gently tilted her head up towards me. "Now that you have directed your anger elsewhere, are you feeling better?"
She stopped to take a moment of introspection.
"Yeah. Yeah, I am. T-thanks." She sat up, and reached for her drink. I sat down next to her.
"To think a god is so easily swayed.. So much for being limitless." I chuckled.
"Man, fuck you." She half-laughed.
"Anytime, anywhere, mealworm."

For once, she flinched, and shoved me playfully in retaliation. "Don't get too buddy-buddy with me, Buggie, we'll be back to kicking each other's ass on the job soon enough."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, you pest."

Instead of playing into our little game of insulting each other, however, she simply leaned next to me.
"I just don't.. I couldn't.."
"I know." I said, quietly. No need for words when I could taste the riptide of emotions she was experiencing.

Self-hatred seemed to be at the forefront.
"Just know that if, or when, the time comes, I will be by your side, Myra."

She leaned her head on my withers. We sat there as every other creature resumed their stations, the sun slowly setting. Eventually, one of the griffons developed enough of a spine to approach us.

"Well.." She began, "this was quite the eventful day!"
"You don't say." I deadpanned.
"Er.. yes. My colleagues and I will continue our research early in the morning tomorrow. And, if you all are interested, we will have a bonfire rite for our colleague tonight. Doctor Aglene was one of our finest.. if a bit dull in the claws. As for you Miss Sangre, if you would happen to find the time, it'd be slashing if you sent any and all knowledge you have regarding the.." and here she referenced her notes, "Alternian Troll species and their society."
Myra scratched her cheek for a second. "Sure. I think I can do that. I'll send you something. Whatcha got in terms of delivery method?"
"Well, the Griffon Empire is trying to update to the technological prowess that the NST boasts, so.. shoot me an 'e-mail'?"
"Sure. Just be sure to check the spam folder."

"And," the griffon archeologist meekly added, eyes darting between us, "might I recommend couples therapy?"
We shared a glance and burst into laughter together.

Author's Note

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