*Continued from Part 1…credit my partner in writing this, u/ParvitasRose. Posted with her permission.*
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Was this her punishment? Kaelyn wondered. To be forced to crawl like an animal while the rest were permitted to walk? To have to bow down towards Him while the rest of the guests were permitted to rise, eat, talk amongst each other and act as normally as one possibly could during dinner with His Supremacy.
Did He make her do this… because she had not gone on the Term? Or perhaps there was some other reason entirely. She wanted to ask Him, but she knew she could not. And even if she could ask such a thing, she wouldn’t. She feared what her punishment would truly be. Was her crown safe? Her country? Her people? Kaelyn did not know, and that, she thought, was far, far worse than if she had been told. Her mind kept going to the worst of possibilities.
Kaelyn’s body was aching. His Supremacy had made her crawl for almost an hour — while He was carried on a mobile throne and the others walked. Kaelyn had never crawled for that long in her life, and she never wanted to again. Her hands and knees stung, and she felt exhausted. She was not unfit by any stretch of the imagination. She could have walked that distance with no problem. But crawling?
She felt as though she could collapse face-down on the ground. She wanted to, too. She wanted nothing more than to crumple into a heap, close her eyes, and forget that the world existed. Her back was aching — she wondered how long she had been prostrate. It must have been at least two hours, right?
And she was hungry. She had not eaten since before she left The Isle, and now, she was wishing that she could at least have some food. From where she was bowing down, she could smell the freshly-baked bread that Alekska had brought to His Supremacy. Kaelyn’s mouth watered — if only He would offer her even the scraps of His leftovers.
But she knew that he wouldn’t. The thought of doing such a thing would probably never even occur to Him. The thought of even offering such a thing would never even have occurred to Him.
Trying to stop her stomach from rumbling, to think of something, anything else to distract herself. Glancing up, she took notice of the concubines lined up, nude, serving His Supremacy. Most of them she did not know. They were all beautiful, though, each with large breasts and curves.
Her eyes scanned the line of concubines, before they came to rest on one in particular.
Jainee.
Kaelyn felt her heart constrict in her throat. She had not seen either of her cousins in so long — it felt like years since last she and Jainee had been in the same room.
She remembered her, though. Looking at her now, it was as though Jainee had never left. Kaelyn recalled how confident, and self-assured Jainee had been. She was the type of girl that everybody wanted to be friends with. The type that lit up the room when she entered, to whom people would flock to. Kaelyn remembered how assertive Jainee had been, and how the assertiveness seemed to have heightened when she was crowned queen.
Jainee was not a queen now, though. She was a concubine — His Supremacy’s concubine. A higher calling, many believed.
As Kaelyn was bowing down, glancing at her cousin, she heard His Supremacy call Jainee over. Jainee approached Him, rapidly, obedient. He roughly pushed an empty glass into her hands. “Thank you, Your Supremacy.”
His Supremacy fondled with Jainee’s tits for a moment, and she let out a breathy moan, squealing in delight. Kaelyn could hear this clearly from her position on the floor, and she wasn’t sure what to think about it. Jainee sounded… not happy. No, happy was not the right word. She sounded as though she had been transcended, as though she had been taken to a higher plane of existence.
Was she that happy with her lot in life? Kaelyn wondered. She and Jainee had never been that close growing up, and Jainee had never sent letters after she was taken as a concubine. Collasa had mentioned, briefly, that her sister seemed to be taking quite happily to her new life, but other than that, Collasa’s letters didn’t usually mention much about Jainee at all.
Speaking of that… where was Collasa? Kaelyn had not seen her once since she arrived. She had been hoping to. Collasa was the closest thing to a sister that Kaelyn ever had. While Jainee would be off being the life and soul of the party, Kaelyn and Collasa could be found sitting in the gardens, sipping tea, laughing, and talking.
She had been devastated when Collasa was taken into concubinage. It felt as though she was losing a part of herself. Even now, she missed her so dearly. She wished that she could see her again. She wished that she could ask Jainee where Collasa was, but she knew that she could not.
Part of her wondered if Collasa was off performing penance. From her letters, Kaelyn knew that Collasa had acquired quite a lot of penance, though she was not entirely sure how long it was. Collasa had briefly mentioned the concept of Full Worship and penance in her letters, but she had never gone into much detail about it.
Kaelyn’s correspondence with Collasa had become less-and-less frequent in the past few months. Kaelyn wished that she could get up now, that she could go and find her cousin and speak to her, even if only for a moment.
She didn’t, though. She couldn’t leave. She could do nothing until His Supremacy commanded it of her. She could not even rise to her feet unless He permitted it. If He never permitted it, then, did that mean she would be forced to crawl for the rest of her life? The frightening thought entered Kaelyn’s mind for a moment before she pushed it to the back of her mind, not wanting to entertain such a notion. Surely… surely this would not be the case.
A few moments passed, and Jainee returned from the kitchens with a glass of wine. She placed the glass down in front of His Supremacy and thanked him profusely for the honor of serving Him.
His Supremacy fondled Jainee’s tits and ass again, causing yet another squeal of delight, this one louder than the last. So loud in fact, that it made Kaelyn want to put her hands over her ears.
“Thank you, Your Supremacy,” Jainee said, as he removed his hands from her body. Her breath was heavy, her heart thudding. “I am less than worthless before you. My body does not deserve your touch. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”
Jainee was dismissed, and went to stand by the other concubines. His Supremacy called Tetenia over to Him. He ordered her to fetch some more food from the kitchens, and she thanked him. He slapped her ass as she turned around — and she squealed.
Edea and Valurea remained under the table, sucking His cock. Kaelyn could hear Edea gagging. At one point, His Supremacy said, “Stay down, Edea.” He did not even put a hand on her head, or give her any physical prompting. He did not need to. His commands were powerful enough.
Listening to Edea’s gags, Kaelyn was reminded of Niveah. This would be her life now, she thought. Choking on His Supremacy’s cock, being fucked in the ass. Choking on the Sacred Likeness — all because of Kaelyn. She hated herself for that. And Brielle, now a Blessed Servant.
She wanted to apologize to both of them, but yet again, she knew that she could not.
Kaelyn glanced up for the briefest of moments, away from His Supremacy, and could see Henrik looking down at her. The look on his face was unreadable to everyone else, but Kaelyn could always tell what her husband was thinking. Right now, she knew, he was angry at how she was being treated. She could see it in his eyes, in the little nuances in his expression.
Henrik looked at her for a moment, then turned away, not wanting to see his wife being treated in such a degrading manner. Though His Supremacy had not… yet… commanded Kaelyn to suck him off, Henrik still felt enraged at how she had been forced to crawl and bow down while he and the other guests had permission to rise and dine.
Kaelyn, once again, wanted to get up and go far, far away from here. She wanted to reach out and take Henrik’s hand — but she knew that she could not.
She was powerless, truly, truly powerless. She wondered if this dinner would never end.
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Between courses, Bettany brought a bowl of fruit to His Supremacy. When she got to Him, He stopped her from placing it on the table. She still thanked Him, of course.
“Ahh…Kaelyn, remain on your knees but get up and place your hands out,” He said. Kaelyn did as she was told, wondering what was about to happen. It was nice to get out of the prostrate position, but putting her weight on her knees made them hurt even more and her back still ached.
His Supremacy instructed Bettany to place the bowl in Kaelyn’s hands. She was now…a side table. This may have been even more humiliating – and she wasn’t even sure if it was punishment.
Henrik looked over, a horrified look in his eyes. He quickly tried to hide it, but it was there.
His Supremacy grabbed a grape off the plate that Kaelyn was holding. “Thank you, Your Supremacy,” she said, almost surprising herself that it came out so naturally. She suddenly got very aware of what she was doing, very nervous about dropping the plate. She glanced again at Henrik, who was studiously trying not to look at her in an effort to contain himself.
“Ahh, Edea…I am so generous to give this to you,” His Supremacy said, leaning back, moaning, and thrusting a bit into Edea’s throat.
On the other side of the table, a woman in a white frock with beige outlines turned to the Islish officials. “So, where are you from?”
“The Isle,” Henrik replied.
“Really?,” the woman said in an excited voice. “He’s from the Isle.” She gestured to the man sitting across from her, who was wearing some kind of beige toga.
“Whereabouts?” Hernik was a bit relieved. Maybe this could distract him from Kaelyn’s torment.
“Dunford…near Luscarnum,” the man said. “My father was a cobbler in the village.”
“A cobbler’s son?,” Henrik blurted out. He probably shouldn’t have said that but he was surprised to find such a person here.
“Yes.” The man smiled. “We…always had enough to eat, but it wasn’t much,” he added, somewhat awkwardly. “Where are you from?”
“Well, I’m originally from the North Country, but now I live in Ludinius” – the Islish capital. “I’m….” Henrik paused, and chuckled. “I’m the king.”
The man was shockingly nonplussed by this statement. “Oh, I heard there was a new king. I thought it was older. Honored to meet you, Your Grace.” He was polite, but his tone was rather casual for a cobbler’s son addressing a king.
“You must be thinking of Daeryn. I’m…the newer king, Henrik.” Henrik did not want to explain that his wife, the Queen, was over there acting as a piece of furniture for His Supremacy – though the man probably knew of the reason for the ceremony in the Sacred Throne Room earlier, he evidently did not recognize them. So tried to change the subject. “So, how did a cobbler’s son wind up here?” he asked, trying to sound impressed.
“Well, I joined the Sacred Order of Servants around five years ago. It beats a cobbler’s life. I performed well in my service to His Supremacy and was given the privilege of serving Him on the Estate.” The man glanced over to His Supremacy with reverence, a nervous look on his face, then looked back at Henrik and smiled. “It’s good.”
Henrik nibbled on a piece of bread, and nodded. Was this some kind of silly game? ‘Look at this commoner, breaking bread with royals, all because of His Supremacy.’ His anger welled up for a moment, and he tried to calm himself down.
As this conversation was happening, His Supremacy took another grape from the plate, and Kaelyn thanked Him again. He pawed at Karina’s tits, then sat back. “Ahhh,” He moaned. As the guests chatted, came in Edea’s mouth. She began gagging uncontrollably, but she stayed down without any prompting from Him.
Kaelyn was struck – by how frequently He came, by the length of His orgasms, and by how casual He was about it. He seemed to take take for granted that these womens’ mouths existed to please Him. It made her feel angry, but also, somehow, small.
Unlike Niveah earlier, Edea did not come off His Supremacy’s cock after he finished. She thanked Him, and He pushed her back down with a contented sigh. He was still completely hard, and Kaelyn wondered how that was possible.
A few minutes later, the main course was served, a kind of beef with rice. Tetenia served the food to His Supremacy with a flourish. Then the Queen Priestesses were served, then the others, with palace Servants bringing them food. There was a clear hierarchy here.
His Supremacy took a few bites of His food. Then He said, “Aleska, prepare Jainee for me.” Kaelyn gulped.
Jaine walked up next to His Supremacy, who pulled Edea off Him, grabbed His plate, and threw it on the ground behind Him, shattering it and sending food everywhere. The guests glanced over, and some tried to continue talking. Jaine positioned herself in front of Him, His ten-inch cock glistening.
He pushed Jainee onto the table. She fell forward, her arms stretching out, clearing plates and food and table setting out of the way. They crashed onto the floor, forcing the guests sitting closest to His Supremacy to move out of the way, their dinners ruined.
His Supremacy’s cock entered Jainee’s asshole as His arms pushed down on the small of her back. Some guests tried to ignore it. Kaelyn, however, had a front row seat.
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Kaelyn remained kneeling on the ground, the bowl of fruit still resting in her hands. The bowl wasn’t that heavy, in retrospect, but right now it felt as though she had two-thousand pounds of lead resting in her palms.
She was scared of dropping it. She felt humiliation the likes of which she had never experienced before.
She was a side table. Despite there being an actual table that His Supremacy could have used, here she was, forced into such degrading servitude. It made her feel so… inhuman. It made her feel as though she were less than nothing.
Of course, she did not have the time to really think about this. Her attention was focused solely on Jainee. Her cousin was bent over the table, her arms stretched out, face turned to the side. From where she was kneeling, Kaelyn could see Jainee’s face, could make out the expressions she was making as His Supremacy pushed all ten inches of his cock into her asshole.
“Ooh…” Jainee moaned, and her face contorted. “Ooh, ah, ah, oh…” Her arms flailed, wildly, trying to find something to grab onto. “Oh… oh fuck, fuccckkkk…”
His Supremacy slapped Jainee’s ass. “That’s so tight,” He said, pushing down on the small of her back, His cock in her asshole. Jainee’s face was a strange mixture of pleasure-pain. It was so weird for Kaelyn to see it.
While Jainee’s face was contorted in pain, a pain made clearer by her constant moaning and grunting, the look in her eyes was… something else. She looked… grateful. More than grateful. She looked as though she knew that this, being fucked in the ass by His Supremacy, was the greatest honor of her life. An honor that she could never be worthy of.
Kaelyn wondered what it must feel like to think that way. For Jainee to know, with such startling clarity, that her pain did not matter. Every groan, grunt, the tears welling in her eyes, they did not matter. His Supremacy’s pleasure was more important than Jainee’s pain. It was more important than Jainee’s body, more important than Jainee’s very soul. Everything that she did was for the sole purpose of serving and pleasing His Supremacy.
All the same, watching Jainee being fucked this way was making Kaelyn feel uncomfortable. Not only because Jainee was a relative of hers, but also, because she was strongly reminded of Niveah — and knew she would be forced now to go through this on a regular basis.
She also couldn’t stop herself from thinking about Collasa, and the mental image of her kneeling on a platform or table, of her face contorted in pain, her eyes welling up with tears appeared in Kaelyn’s head for the briefest of moments.
She shook her head, trying to clear the image. Distracted, the bowl of fruit almost slipped from her hands, but she was quick to grab it before that could happen.
Kaelyn’s heart thudded rapidly in her chest, and she shot a quick glance in His Supremacy’s direction, afraid that He might have seen that. He was not even paying her any mind, though, and for that she was grateful.
She did, however, notice Henrik looking in her direction. The anger in his eyes was plain to see. She wished that she could get up, walk to him, and take his hand. She wished that she could wrap her arms around him, and feel the warmth of his comforting embrace.
Henrik clenched a fist under the table. The mere sight of his wife, the queen of the Isle, kneeling there like some piece of furniture made his blood boil. Why did she even need to be there?
‘There’s no reason for her to be there,’ he thought, exhaling deeply. ‘He’s not even eating from that bowl anymore, not even looking at her. Can’t she just stand up?’
Henrik tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He counted backwards from ten in his head, slowly. Usually, Kaelyn was the one to calm him down when he became angered, but, of course, she was in no position to do such a thing.
His Supremacy thrust into Jainee’s ass. “You’re not fucking worthy of this, Jainee,” He said, and grabbed at her ass, slapping it hard enough to leave a red handprint. The sound of it made Kaelyn flinched. She took another glance at Jainee’s face; the look of pleasure-pain was still there. Again, Kaelyn did not know how to feel about this.
His Supremacy glanced down at Kaelyn for a moment, and she looked up at Him. Kaelyn’s heart felt as though it was about to stop. The sheer power that He radiated, it was indescribable. He gave a half-smile, more of a smirk, really, and turned back to Jainee.
“Jainee,” He said, “praise me.”
Jainee made a strangled, sobbing sound. Kaelyn had to wonder how she would be expected to praise Him when she was so focused on His cock in her ass — but Jainee had no choice.
“You are…” She began, and moaned in pain. Or pleasure. Or both. “You are so powerful… Your Supremacy. You… you are more powerful than all-powerful. Your power… ah… your control is… is beyond description, beyond anything in the world. I… I… Oh… I am yours, your plaything, your servant, your slave. We are all… your… slaves…” She made a wild gesture with her arm to the rest of the room, “We exist for you, Your Supremacy. All things were made to serve and worship you. All things, all mountains and trees, and people, are yours. All things are made to serve your whim. But we… I… nothing is worthy of your will… nobody is wor… ah… ow… worthy of the great privilege of serving you.”
Kaelyn half-expected Jainee to stop after that. She had already praised Him enough with that… hadn’t she? But she didn’t. She had to keep going until He told her to stop.
“I am… I am unworthy of Your Sacred Presence…” Jainee groaned. “That… that you may use my body for your pleasure… it is the greatest gift of my life. God… my God… You are my God, Your Supremacy. You are everyone’s God. You are greater than their God. I am not worthy of prostrating myself before you and grovelling at your feet. I am not worthy of serving you. I can never be worthy of worshiping you. You are…” She squeaked, and tears dripped down her face, “You… you are… everything. That you allow me, unworthy as I am, to serve you, that you may use my body for your pleasure… it is… it is the greatest honor of my life. It is more than an honor. Your Supremacy… ah… you are the most powerful being in the… in the universe. The stars themselves should fall from the sky and b-beg for the honor of kissing your Sacred Feet. I am in awe of you, Your Supremacy. You are everything, and we are all nothing.”
His Supremacy was cumming. The scene was… Kaelyn had no idea what to think. Should she think anything about it? Did she even have that right? Jainee continued to deliver constant praise, constant words of gratitude. Kaelyn, despite herself, felt a little turned on by it. She wondered what it might be like for someone to say, to think, those things about her. She quickly pushed the thoughts from her mind, not wanting to dwell too much on it.
A few minutes later, His orgasm winding down, His Supremacy began to pull out of Jainee’s ass.
“Enough, Jainee,” He said.
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His Supremacy sat back down. Jainee immediately got on her knees and began sucking Him off. He looked at the Queen Priestess Tessara, and she crawled to Him under the table and joined her. Jainee gagged a little.
A flurry of activity began. Alekska and Tetenia licked the cum that had dripped out of Jainee’s ass off the floor. Bettany, Valurea, Edea, and and some Blessed Servants cleaned up the mess of plates and food.
Kaelyn had clearly seen all of His Supremacy’s orgasm, and as much as she hated to admit it if He was God, if he did deserve all this. There was something mesmerizing about it – Jainee’s moans of pleasure-pain and praise, the insane stream of cum flowing down from her asshole. And it just kept, well, coming. She couldn’t understand how it was physically possible for a man to produce that much cum, again and again.
Tetenia and Akeska, of course, thanked Him as they licked His seed off the floor. When they were done, they again stood in position behind Him. Kaelyn thought they almost looked proud to have His cum on their faces – and they certainly didn’t wipe it off. Kaelyn had been aware that Tetenia was once a Nordish princess, and the idea that this was what gave her pride now was was unsettling, but, in her fugue-like state, a little arousing. She flinched, trying to think about something else.
His Supremacy then took a grape off the plate Kaelyn was holding, startling her. “Thank you, Your Supremacy,” she said, quickly catching herself.
Meanwhile, the clean-up was shockingly fast and efficient. Within minutes, fresh place-settings were set out for the guests whose plates were broken, the pieces of ceramic and food were wiped clean and the floor was again spotless. Kaelyn briefly wondered how many plates His Supremacy has broken like that. It had to be hundreds, maybe thousands. Minutes after that, a new main course was served and the meal continued.
One thing Kaelyn noticed is that the guests who did have their plates thrown off the table did not get new food. Most of them tried to eat while His Supremacy was fucking Jainee in the ass, but with varying degrees of success. Whatever they had left was now probably cold. She saw Henrik pinch his nose again and figured he was probably irritated by this.
After another hour or so, the meal ended. His Supremacy had Kaelyn, Henrik, Karina, Tetenia, Alekska and Bettany, along with a clutch of term servants and guardians, accompany Him as He went to His bedchambers. He walked there and they followed along, Kaelyn crawling. They left the room, walked back through the garden, turned a corner, then another corner. They went inside again, walked up an ornate flight of stairs, down a hallway and through a door and small anteroom, emerging into a large bedroom. The bedroom had a big bed in the middle and several smaller cots built into the walls. On one side, there was a sitting area and a door to a washroom. On the other side, double doors led out to a balcony.
His Supremacy strode out onto the balcony, and sat in a chair. The entire group, Kaelyn and Henrik included, bowed down.
“Alekska, take the back,” His Supremacy said. Alekska crawled to the back of the chair and then, keeling, carefully positioned her torso under it with her face pointing upwards. Kaelyn wondered what she was doing. A brief smile crossed His Supremacy face as she settled in.
“I am going to allow Bettany and Tetenia to worship me,” He said, and they did so, thanking Him yet again. Karina, meanwhile, was positioned at the side of the chair to His Supremacy’s right.
“Kaelyn, come before me on your elbows and knees with your back flat,” He said. She crawled to Him and obeyed, wondering what was going on. Her ass was facing where she was, where Henrik, a term servant, and a couple of guardians were bowing down. He rested His feet on her back. She had never felt so humiliated. His Supremacy moaned.
His Supremacy then commanded Henrik to go fetch the Queen Priestess Lyenne, and a guardian followed along. A gentle breeze blew. The night was warm, and dry. Ten minutes went by in silence.
“Karina, tell Kaelyn of the gift I am giving her,” His Supremacy said.
Karina crawled over to Kaelyn, took hold of her head, and turned it towards His Supremacy. “His Supremacy is resting His feet upon you,” Karina said. “You have displeased Him and yet He is still granting you this. Tell Him of your gratitude.”
“Th…thank you, Your Supremacy,” Kaelyn said. “This is an amazing moment for me. I can never, will never, be worthy of it. Thank you, Your Supremacy.” She wasn’t sure where these things came from when she said them. Then again, exhausted, hungry and degraded, it was hard to say whether anything made any sense anymore. She had never been so tired in her life.
His Supremacy did not even look at Kaelyn.
Karina grabbed Kaelyn’s cheeks and turned them towards her. She looked straight into Kaelyn’s eyes. “He is, so, so generous for giving you this moment. His Supremacy’s feet, His heels, are on your back! His benevolence towards you is mind-blowing. You must realize that what He is giving your right now is sublime,” Karina said fervently, then crawled away. His Supremacy sat back and sighed in pleasure. Bettany choked on His cock.
Nearly an hour later, Henrik returned with the Queen Priestess Lyenne. Lyenne knelt at His Supremacy’s left with her tits out, and Karina did the same to His right. His Supremacy began rubbing them both. He dug His heel into Kaelyn’s back. “Ahhh, that feels good, that’s good,” He said. He came down Bettany’s throat.
After this, they all went into the bedroom. His Supremacy climbed into the big bed, the five girls got into the cots, and Henrik and the guardians and servants knelt by the doorway. He ordered Kaelyn to remain as she was, on all fours, on the side of the room near the sitting area.
He ordered Karina and Lyenne to get up. Lyenne took a candle off a table in the sitting area, and placed it on Kaelyn’s back. The candle was burning. Kaelyn had to remain deadly still so as not to burn herself.
Karina and Lyenne climbed into His Supremacy’s bed and began fellating Him. For well over an hour, they lovingly deepthroated and pleasured Him as He lay. Eventually, He came in Lyenne’s throat, the girls went back to their cots, and He fell asleep.
Kaelyn was utterly terrified of the candle on her back, exhausted but with her senses heightened, all night. She was too scared, too focused on remaining completely still, to even feel particularly humiliated. It was the single most exhausting experience of her life by an unfathomable margin.
In the morning, His Supremacy and the rest of them left. Kaelyn and Henrik were told to stay in the room, bowing down with no one there but a single, silent, guardian, for some time. Eventually, a pretty woman in a white frock with a beige outline entered the room with another guardian.
“Follow me,” she said. “You can get up.” For the first time in nearly 24 hours, Kaelyn stood.
They followed her, in silence, for a long time. They walked through the gardens, rode an underground magneto road, and walked through an empty field towards an enormous, 800-foot tall marble ziggurat. The Great Temple. They entered the temple through a corridor decorated with frescoes similar to those Kaelyn had seen in The Sacred Palace, then walked through several bigger rooms with Likenesses off to the side, for Ceremony.
They emerged in a large room, mostly torchlit, but with a bit of daylight shining in from some unseen place. At its center was a gigantic gold statue of His Supremacy being pleasured by the Queen Priestesses Anya and Lyenne. Numerous other statues of Him, smaller but most still quite large, were around edges of the room. They stopped in front of a massive foot – His Supremacy’s foot – of the main statue.
A man in beige walked up and handed each of them rags, without a word. The woman spoke. “You’re to polish the statue’s feet,” she said, matter-of-factly but not unpleasantly.
Despite the fact that the gold was already gleaming, Kaelyn and Henrik got to work.
*To be continued…*
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