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    **Interlude 5 - He threshes you to free you, he grinds you to whiteness

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    Post  Tariq on Wed Feb 14, 2018 5:12 pm

    Tariq continued to walk close to his companion, their volume instinctively low as their voices mingled. Fabien’s breath made soft clouds at his lips. The vampire’s did not. He seemed to digest the boy’s approval, turning it over in his mind like a stone being worn smooth by the tumult of the river.

    Très bien,” he said at last with a prickle of pleasure. He did not offer further comment.

    He listened in receptive silence to his companion’s observations. His eyes did not seek the images the boy was sketching with his words, but remained idle, cloudy and ineffable. If the sudden sorrow in his words enticed any emotion to stir in his chest, the vampire did not betray it. He remained wordless, dispassionate, his fingers curled loosely about the cane in his hand.

    At the boy’s blunder, Tariq had made as though to catch him by instinct, but stopped just short of touching him, his hand poised in mid-air. That gesture turned into an offer and, should the invitation be accepted, he pulled him to his feet with easy strength. There was a glint of playful teasing in his countenance as he opened his mouth to speak but his nostrils flared like a wild animal’s and his mouth closed with a snap.

    The smell of blood, darkly sweet and iron-dry, coiled enticingly in the cold air. The vampire’s body had stiffened as a corpse.

    There was a moment, then, of perfect stillness. The black waters of the river sucked noisily at the bank. And the boy’s host moved.

    The movement of his hand was grasping, as though he sought to curl his fingers around the neck still kissed with bruises, but this gesture was suppressed and the palm of his hand instead slipped down to Fabien’s sternum and pressed hard, forcing his spine to connect solidly with the wall. The pitted stone did not yield beneath his impact, nor of that of the vampire who was suddenly very, very close. His long fingers clutched the front of his shirt.

    That mouth, concealing the teeth that had so recently torn into the throat of his departed friend, brushed softly against the boy’s lips. They were startlingly cool against his own warm mouth.

    Je veux t’embrasser,” the vampire breathed. His pupils had dilated and filled his eyes with flecks of silver. The scent of him was heady and resinous as though he slept on a bed of flowers with heavy heads crumbling to ash. His body pressed serpentine against his companion’s. “May I?”
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    Post  Fabien on Sat Feb 24, 2018 3:34 pm

    The boy slipped his conjurer's fingers into vampire's cool hand, gratefully accepting his assistance.  As he lifted his head, his eyes were bright and youthful with amusement, and his lips curled into a uneven, faintly embarrassed smirk. For a time, he remained focused on the task of smoothing out his ill-fitting clothing. His lips parted slowly and he took in a sharp breath of air, his tongue poised as though he intended to suggest they continue their walk.

    It was then the urchin noticed the vampire stillness. The boy's  eyes moved over his companion, his smile flickering uneasily as his grey eyes began warily searching his host's expression.

    Despite the brief silence, the sudden force and speed of the vampire's movement were enough to knock the boy's breath from his lungs. The back of his skull rocked softly against stone, and his storm cloud eyes were suddenly wide with fright. The  urchin parted his bloodied lips to question the vampire, but was at once silenced by the brush of  his mouth.

    Fabien swallowed firmly, his thin body trembling against the vampire's chest as his heart thudded firmly through his clothing. The boy's gaze was rooted on the vampire's pale,  sightless eyes, and it was only the sound of his voice that managed to fracture the boy's fascination.  He inhaled sharply, turning his eyes away to search the darkened streets nervously for late night wanderers.

    O-Oui, Monsieur.” He at last managed to croak nervously.


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    Post  Tariq on Mon Mar 05, 2018 2:50 pm

    Tariq was a cool contrast to the troubled nerves of his trembling companion. The keenest eye could not detect the faintest flicker of nervous energy crackling through his unwavering poise. He was a sharp knife of desire, his long body slanted with tenacious precision to hold the boy against the wall.

    Fabien would be choking on the final syllable of his reply as the vampire’s mouth impatiently accepted his assent. Their lips met so abruptly their teeth clashed with a start.

    The vampire was not coquettish. When Fabien’s lips opened to him, Tariq entered as though by divine right. His tongue caught the boy’s torn tongue and the pitch of his body changed, the delicious weight of his palm at the front of his throat, the press of his thumb coaxing him to lift his chin. This was not the desperate hand that had bruised him in the bath - this grip was painstakingly controlled when it curled below his jaw.

    Early-morning dark blanketed the streets in ash. The moon, veiled in clouds, cast precious little light on the scene. Tariq was guided as though by instinct, his sightless eyes lidded as he ground his companion’s back into the rough stone. His mouth was wolfish in its desire, as though he sought to snatch the air from the back of his throat.  

    The vampire’s teeth caught his companion’s lower lip and, although they did not break the skin, it was enough to entice a low breath from his throat and he pulled his mouth away, their bodies still so near that Fabien could surely feel how quickly the air was being drawn into the vampire’s ancient lungs. Warmth spilled down his spine and pooled low in his stomach. Quickened blood stirred hungrily.

    He had not relinquished the pressure at his throat. It was firm, commanding, but pliant enough to signal he had no real intent to hurt the boy. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths. The vampire’s unoccupied hand found the slender stem of his wrist and roughly restrained it against the stone above his shoulder. His grip stole upward until their fingers were intertwined.

    Tariq’s lips were at his ear. His mouth smelled faintly of copper. “I want you,” he said, and his words were a throaty whisper. “To awake in my bed again.” He pressed a kiss into the corner of the boy’s mouth as though succumbing to insurmountable temptation. His fingers tightened in his.

    “But-” It was nearly a growl. “I fear you will not much enjoy my company if I do not first find another throat to split.”
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    Post  Fabien on Wed Mar 07, 2018 4:36 pm

    As soon as the vampire's lips were upon him, Fabien no longer warily searched the quiet stretch of the river. His attention was suddenly firmly rooted upon the vampire's glowing eyes, on the press of his hands, and then the curl of his tongue.

    The urchin's body had been nothing but  tense limbs and nervous breath, his pulse quickening as  host's palm returned to his throat. But then,  his mouth began to soften, until only too quickly he  dared to greet host with the caress of a  richly bloodied tongue.

    The  boy's hand slid up the vampire's chest, his bone-white fingers seizing a handful of the fabric which covered his chest. He seemed not to mind the way in which his spine was forced against the unrelenting stone, nor the scrape of the vampire's teeth against his mouth.

    But it was sound of his host's breath deepening that caused something to shift within the boy, enticing a sharp groan within his slender chest.

    When the vampire's mouth left him, the boy's neck strained in the palm like a yearling pulling into the yoke.  His low, ragged breath mingled with that of his host, whose words caused the urchin's lips to curl into the faintest of smiles. His grey eyes were bright in the darkness then, and the hand  not pinned within his host's grasp tightened, pulling taut the fabric at the vampire's chest. It was as though the closeness between their bodies was not sufficient, as though the barriers of cloth between  them were too thick.

    Fabien was far too distracted by the shape of his companions lips to offer his full attention. Until something in his words  made the boy's smile weaken. Then his dark eyes began searching his companion's features, examining him with a silent, still intensity.  

    Something hard and sharp formed in the pit of the youth's stomach. His mind was punctured by thoughts of the vampire's hands on some stranger's skin, of his lips tracing over a throat that was not his.

    “Non.” The boy breathed, desperation sharpening his words into something dangerously close to a command.

    Stay.” He whispered, placing his lips upon the vampire's mouth. “Stay with me.”

    The urchin's grip on his companion was firm enough to make his wrist tremble. It was as though the youth couldn't quite bear the thought of relinquishing him to the dark of the night.

    “I am right here. And I want-

    The boy drew a sharp breath of cold air into his lungs, his pinned hand nervously caressing the vampire's fingers.

    “You said it... that it would be good, for us both and-

    “Don't leave tonight, Monsieur. Don't find another.

    “I am right here.” He whispered, sweeping his lips across the underside of the vampire's jaw before planting small, insistent kisses.  “Have me. S'il vous plait, Monsieur.
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    Post  Tariq on Wed Mar 14, 2018 2:27 pm

    The eager press of Fabien’s warm body and the insistent kisses speckling his jaw proved a potent lure, and the vampire leaned into them with naked hunger. But it was the boy’s pleading words that affected the most profound change. Something seemed to break with the clean snap of bone deep inside him, and the vampire sagged against his companion, the space between them abruptly extinguished.

    Tariq bowed his head, his crown pressed into the boy’s stomach, and hissed something foreign and old and, by the sound of it, certainly not appropriate for genteel company. When he raised his eyes they were incandescent, lit with a smoky, sulfurous glow. His breath fluttered fast in his throat. His tongue wet his lips in a motion not unlike a wolf licking its chops.

    The hand that encircled Fabien’s throat like a shackle loosened and slipped down to his chest where it lingered, pressing against him as though the notion of not touching him was unendurable. He nuzzled the boy’s chin aside and traced his lips over the curve of his throat. His breath shuddered warm against the taut skin of his neck.

    “How am I meant to refuse when you speak to me like that?” he breathed, his voice pitted as though by the salt of the sea. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss into the bob of the boy’s throat and a fine shiver crept up his spine.

    The vampire moved as though to disentangle his fingers, but the boy’s grip held fast. A smile spiked with the sharp points of ivory teeth haunted his mouth. Gently, he shook loose the boy’s affectionate clasp and cupped his hand over his cheek, his thumb pressing into the underside of his jaw.

    “Very well, Fabien,” he said. The pupils of his eyes were dilated to liquid pools of still, silver mercury. “Allow me to wet my mouth.”

    As he spoke he slipped a hand beneath the fabric at his waist so as to savour the warm plane of living skin trembling beneath his stomach. He tipped his chin upward once more and put his mouth to his throat.

    The first bite he had inflicted on the boy had been with the intention of causing hurt. It had been cruel, and playful only to a predator’s mind. This could not be more dissimilar. The glass-like points of the vampire’s canines prickled the skin teasingly. His breath was as warm as the hand stroking fondly beneath his belly. The anticipation was unto agony as he drew his sharp mouth across the skin.

    And then, almost delicately, he relented and his teeth pierced flesh. His fingers at the side of Fabien’s jaw tightened. The soft warmth of his mouth replaced the prick of teeth and he took the hot spurt of blood on his waiting tongue.
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    Post  Fabien on Wed Mar 21, 2018 4:25 pm

    Fabien could not recall a time in his young life when he had known want such as this. The boy's desire for his companion burned through his body, rocking his thin chest with rapid, shallow breath.

    Even after he had turned away, the vampire left the boy trembling, pinned like an insect with spine so rigid it seemed fused to the unforgiving stone.  When he managed to lower his feline eyes, the boy's arousal bestowed his youthful features with a ruddy glow.

    Thereafter, the urchin was completely at the vampire's disposal.  At the brush of his companion's mouth, the boy's skull reclined back, exposing the smooth stretch of his throat as if it were royal tribute.  He could no longer find his voice, not with the vampire's eyes on him in such a way, nor the sound of his name on his host's impossibly sensual mouth.  

    The urchin breathed a small, pleading whimper into the skin near host's ear.

    But if his voice evaded him the youth's grip was not so easily brushed aside. The urchin's thieving fingers continued to hold fast, loath to relinquish their claim on the vampire's beautiful hand. It was only through the distracting scrape of teeth at his throat that the boy's grip loosened, easing aside like melted wax. His other hand however, still clung with jealous intensity to the vampire's chest.

    Fabien gave no indication at first, that he was prepared for his host to take him. He seemed too lost to the sensation of his lips, the caress of his hand. But suddenly his grip suddenly tightened, and a thread of fear moved through him, firming muscle beneath smooth skin. For a moment it was not unlike the first time when he had clung to the vampire, caught terrified and trembling against his undead heart.

    Fortunately the vampire's hand stroking his skin seemed to blunt the jagged edges of his fear. And soon the exquisitely teasing press of his lips had begun to tempt soft sighs, then gentle, breathy moans.

    When his skin at last split beneath the vampire's teeth, the boy's moans suddenly deepened, turning into something more darkly appreciative. The hand entangled in his host's clothing tightened fiercely, until he the boy almost seemed to urge his companion closer, deeper against him.
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    Post  Tariq on Sat Mar 31, 2018 9:19 pm

    The boy’s heated gasps and grasping fingers were fuel to the fire blazing in the vampire’s belly, but Tariq needed little encouragement. The taut tension of his body was eagerness manifest. He had been struck insensible at the first spatter of hot blood on his waiting mouth and swiftly surrendered to those wine-dark waters.

    He did as promised and wet his mouth from the wound. The quick heave of his breath was coloured as though by a moan. He continued to take, drinking deeply of the rich draught of Fabien’s veins. His tongue was reverential. His grip was bruising.

    A thin thread of blood trickled free of the vampire’s mouth. It slithered down the urchin’s throat and transformed his collar into the exotic bloom of a scarlet flower.

    And then, trembling as a flame blown by the wind, the vampire pulled away. His lips shone crimson with smeared blood. The silver of his eyes was distant as the stars wheeling drunkenly above them.

    He had taken enough, surely, that his companion would be light-headed with the loss. However, despite the strain of it quivering through the set of his jaw, he had kept to his word and not deprived him of so much that he should lose his grip on consciousness.

    Almost immediately, as though drawn to the scent of copper coiled in the air, Tariq bent his mouth once more to the boy’s throat. He nuzzled into the hollow of his neck with the tenderness of a great cat. His lips pressed against the mark of his teeth with fierce affection.

    And then his bloodied mouth found Fabien’s. The kiss was hard and hungry; mouth to mouth, blood to blood, the salt on his teeth like flakes of rust.

    His voice was thick as hot pitch. “Laisse-moi te ramener chez toi,” he said coaxingly, as though they had only just met. His breath was warm where his teeth prickled the fine flesh of his bottom lip. “Or I will have you here, and the tongues will wag,” he added, the dark humour in his tone undercut by the grind of his hips.
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    Post  Fabien on Sat Apr 21, 2018 2:53 pm

    The gentle sounds of pleasure his companion emitted were enough to entice a shiver of delight from the much too eager boy.

    He sank ever deeper into the feel of his companion's teeth at his throat. No protests left his lips, nor nervous questions and hesitant remarks. He simply allowed his host to take from him, while his breath continued to leave his chest in low, ragged gasps.

    Eventually the urchin's strength began to wane, and his hold upon the vampire grew loose, until at last his pale hand slipped from his companion's attire and fell heavy at his side. Then it seemed the boy's pallor had grown moon-bright, his warmth and healthy glow retreating into the darkness.

    His lips were cool when their mouths met again. And with a groan the boy's tongue greeted the vampire's hot tongue, tasting the metallic tang of his own blood with unmistakable joy.

    Although dazed and weakened from blood-loss, the vampire's words still managed to coax a soft smile from his boy.

    “Ah, so let them wag.” He managed to rasp in response, his body swaying as though intoxicated.

    But despite his bold words, Fabien almost immediately sagged limply against the vampire's chest, his head lolling like a doll. He lifted his chin, his bruised eyelids half-closed with exhaustion, as his thin body trembled beneath his frail clothing.

    I wanted so long, for you to have me.” The boy continued to whisper, as he pressed his forehead into his host's sternum.  

    In that moment, he was as gentle and vulnerable as a spring fawn, trrembling delicately within the vampire's arms. Unless supported, he was sure to collapse at his companion's feet.
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    Post  Tariq on Mon May 07, 2018 9:24 pm

    Tariq’s hands supported the slackening body of his companion as steadily as if he were unformed clay he intended to shape between his palms. His breath was warm and copper. He could not resist peppering the corner of his companion’s mouth with the press of his lips. His body pressed close enough that onlookers might be forgiven for assuming there was a surreptitious knife pressed to the soft flesh of Fabien’s belly.

    His lips twitched at the boy’s earnest whispers. “You will want no more,” he breathed, the tautness of his body relenting so Fabien was not quite so pinned to the wall at his back. “Let us get you home.”

    The vampire would not let the boy collapse. He supported him with such eagerness it was as though he initially considered carrying him home in his arms like an exhausted child, but thought better of it and instead held him close with an arm slipped around his waist to allow him to borrow his strength. The heat of his body radiated into the boy’s thin limbs.

    Their pace was more unhurried now to accommodate Fabien’s unaccustomed fragility. Tariq seemed to possess infinite patience at their leisurely stride. His cane hung loosely in his unoccupied hand and was rarely brought up to guide his step.

    The sky was lightening with dawn. The air had grown heavy with the herald of rain, although the threat did little to dampen the city that had begun to stir with awakening inhabitants. The pair earned curious glances from observers already industriously taking to the streets, although none was interested in more than a fleeting peek before returning to the hustle of their busy lives.

    When they had last stepped beneath the doorway of the silent house, the vampire had been subdued, his skin cool as marble against hs companion’s warm side. Now it was Fabien who was muted as a flower pressed between the pages of a book, and the vampire flowing with hot blood and moving with easy elation. They entered the house under a wary feline gaze from the bushes.

    Colombe, mercifully, was nowhere to be found in the dark interior of the house. Perhaps she’d had an instinct to make herself scarce. Tariq insisted on the boy finishing off a fresh glass of cool water before they continued - although he did little to aid the task, his clinging fingers lightly stroking his neck as though enamored with the flexing muscles of his throat as he swallowed.

    When this was completed to his satisfaction he gently led Fabien up the meandering stairs and, without a moment’s hesitation, past the boy’s open door and into the bloodied light of his own bedroom. The air was cool and scented with the rain that had yet to break. The heavy scraps of crimson fabric over the windows swelled and rolled as though in silent welcome as the vampire laid the urchin out on the bed like a sacrificial victim, his voice low and coaxing and as tender as the hands that slid him free of his borrowed clothes. The drying rust on his pale collar was dark as ink in the dim light.

    His own clothes were removed with less care, the muscles of his back rolling beneath his skin as he lifted his shirt over his head, evidently too impatient to loosen any more buttons. The red light of the rising sun flushed his skin and made it a blood-bedewed creature that settled in the bed at Fabien’s side.

    He was all warm skin and the animal heat of his breath as he curled against the boy - but there was a brittle doubt in his movements. He tipped the boy’s chin toward him and savoured the taste of his mouth like a draught of wine.

    “I can feel you,” he said, the thrum of his voice lazy and low. “In my breath, in my bones, in my blood. Partout mon coeur bat, like a house haunted by a spirit.” There was an echo of self-deprecation in his exhale of laughter. “Or perhaps I am the spirit, and it is you I am haunting. Are you in pain?”
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    Post  Fabien on Wed May 16, 2018 3:24 pm

    Fabien nodded wearily, before gratefully accepting the vampire's easy strength. If he was polite at first, soon he was leaning his weight  into his companion's side like a drunken lover, his feline eyes shadowed with exhaustion.

    The return journey took its toll on the boy's strength, and it wasn't long before his legs were as frail as a spring lamb, his steps uneven and slow. But despite all his stumbling, he managed to remain upright, his long fingered hands tightly wound into the fabric of his host's attire for support.

    By now, the youth had been transformed into something soft and subdued, his head lolling gently against the vampire's arm with tender familiarity. He moved through his companion's house like a somnambulist, his chest rising with  low, heavy breaths.

    It was only when he once settled once more upon vampire's sheets that life seemed to return to his eyes. And when he felt his body settle upon his host's bed, the youth released a soft sigh of contentment. He allowed the vampire to undress without protest, though  attempted to intervene where he could. But his fingers fumbled over buttons, and soon with a sigh of frustration he abandoned his task entirely.

    But as soon as the vampire was at his side, the boy sought to muster some energy. He turned toward him, one cool hand slithering across the smooth, burnished skin of the vampire's chest.

    “Ah, but that sounds good.” The boy murmured absently, struggling to fight against the heavy weight of his eyelids.

    Je serais heureux d'être hanté, Monsieur.” He breathed,  before pressing his mouth to the vampire's jaw with all the lazy affection of a cat. “Does it always feel just so? When you take blood?”

    The urchin lifted his chin, watching the vampire from beneath his  heavy lidded gaze.  His pale skin was already stained with the promise of newly formed bruises.

    Un peu” he whispered,  shrugging his shoulders with weary nonchalance. “But I do not mind. It ... it is a good pain.”
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    Post  Tariq on Mon May 21, 2018 9:25 pm

    The air whispering in from the windows was cool and electric with storm. Grey clouds grumbled and, at last, the rain broke, sending a spatter of droplets tapping against the glass. Tariq shifted as though to give Fabien access to the warm space in the hollow against his side. The beat of his heart was steady and strong beneath the ribs in his chest.

    “It is good,” he agreed. “You are young and full of light and life and many things I am not.” His hand found the bare skin of the boy’s hip and fondly stroked the curve of bone. His touch was thoughtlessly familiar.

    The vampire’s pale eyes flashed sidelong over the boy at his soft question. He seemed to mull it over in silence. The gentle patter of rain filled the air with its voiceless chant.

    “No,” he said at last. “It is not often anyone lives for me to take their blood after the first.”

    He lapsed into silence again and it appeared that might be all he had to say on the matter, but after a moment’s pause he continued softy, “Blood is… it remembers. It has its own memory and stains what it touches. I told you it is not like eating. Je ne mange pas, I take life and make it my own. But the knowledge in the blood lingers.” His fingers traced idle whorls on Fabien’s skin as he contemplated his words. His nails were long and sharp and, though they did not scratch, they were certain to be noticed. “It is thin at the first but, well. Just as the blood remembers, so do I.”

    He lifted himself and turned to face his companion. His hair fell in long lines of cream and the shadows deepened the hollows of his eyes. There was a glint of his wicked humour as he leaned in close to whisper,

    “Perhaps next I take your blood it will surprise you, what I know of you when I have swallowed you.”

    Gently, softly, he brought the sharp teeth that had so recently rent the boy’s delicate throat close and pressed his mouth onto the paper-thin skin of his eyelids.

    Une bonne douleur,” he mused. His eyes were a crescent moon of silver beneath their lids. His breath was warm and copper where it quivered on his cheek. “I suspect I have all manner of good pain to give you. But you should rest now. If we keep to my schedule I will have killed you before the season is done.”
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    Post  Fabien on Wed May 23, 2018 3:12 pm

    Something in the vampire's voice had caused the fine hairs along the boy's arms to raise, and his pale skin to pebble.

    “Oh.” He replied softly, his grey eyes greeting his companion's sightless gaze.

    Thereafter, Fabien fell into a reflective quiet, his breath heavy as he listened to the vampire speak. The deep thrum of his host's voice, coupled with the sensation of his nails upon bare flesh enticed another soft sigh from the youth.

    It was only when his host became quiet again that the urchin forced his eyes open one more. His expression appeared perplexed,  the smooth flesh about his brow pinched in thought as he attempted to absorb the vampire's words.

    “Then... I will hope that mine remembers only good things.” The boy breathed, curling a slim arm brazenly about the vampire's chest. If he had even come close to grasping what his host had told him, there was no indication of it in his voice. And the boy had grown too exhausted to press further.

    Instead, it became clear that the urchin had began to settle fully into sleep, his eyes no longer struggling, his features smooth and relaxed. The muscles of his arms softened, and his breath grew deeper still. His chin and cheek remained wedged against his companion's shoulder, and the curl of his fingers across the stretch of his host's chest had become almost possessive in their affectionate grasp.

    “There... will be a next time then, Monsieur?” He replied, mirroring the soft teasing in his host's voice.

    The youth lapsed once more into quiet, until eventually it seemed he had slipped entirely into rest. But a final soft murmur escaped his throat, the words rich with blissful calm.

    Mm, I hope so Monsieur. I hope so.”

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