Episode 1: The Old Woman Statue
CONTENT WARNING: general unease, distorted voices, unreality
TRIGGER WARNING: Cut off scream, description of blood
Transcript
Intro
Narrator One
There's a soft orange glow coming from the light above you. It's dim but steady. It's very late at night.
(Phone click)
Narrator Two
No people to be seen
(Phone click)
Narrator One
This seaside town goes to bed early and wakes up even earlier.
(Phone click)
Narrator Two
There's no one in town but you.
(Phone click)
Narrator One
There is a single street that goes through town. It's a one way street. You walk down the middle of it. All the stores are close
(Phone click)
Narrator Two
No one is around.
(Phone click)
Narrator One
You move from the glow of one streetlight to another. Seen then unseen.
(Phone click)
Narrator Two
No one watches you.
(Phone click)
Narrator One
Soon you reach the ocean. You can't walk any father. You have to turn back. The street only goes one way.
(Phone click)
Narrator Two
There's no one here
(Phone click)
Narrator One
The steady orange glow above you changes. Turning off and on, faster and faster. Till it's barely noticeable. The light brightened, its glow now harsh.
(Phone click)
Narrator One & Two
The streetlight above flickers and turns blue
Intro music
Story Pt.One
Narrator One
There's a statue of an old woman outside of the bookstore where she works.
The statue sits on a bench, a little off to the side as if waiting for someone to sit next to her. Her hair is twisted in a neat bun, a few strands tucked behind her ear. She wears a warm cardigan, the stone carved perfectly to look like carefully done knitting . She has a book on her lap that she gently holds open with both hands. The stone pages are blank, but she looks down at them fondly, as if it’s a book she has re-read for years. The bench she sits on has its back to a tree. So during the fall, like then, leaves fall all around her. People are very nice to the statues in this town. Each statue has a “nice thing” that's done to it. For some it's knitted scarfs and hats, others flowers. For the statue of the old woman outside the girl's work, people brush off the leaves, especially the ones covering the pages of her book. She's always been there. At the street corner, right in front of the bookstore the girl works at.
That is her home.
(Walkie-Talkie Turning On)
She will always be there.
She is made of stone.
(Walkie-Talkie Turning Off)
Narrator One
There was a statue of an old woman outside of the girl's work and one night in fall, the statue moved.
Interruption One
Narrator One
'Books about books' the sign reads.
Small panfilets of book reviews. Book order catalogs for companies that no longer existed. In depth analysis on books out of print.
Shelves and shelves of them. Remnants of an era gone. A time when all information was written on paper.
It's obvious why someone would want to get rid of these. They had none of the vintage charm of magazines, with pictures and articles. A look back at a different life. Or the relevance of newspapers. News and local gatherings, comics and advertisements. A look back on a different time.
It wasn't so obvious why a used bookstore would take them. Fill up valuable space in an already overstuffed store. What type of person would buy such a book? What type of person would even find this section in the first place? What type of person would actively seek it out?
A catalog to order sci-fi and fantasy books from a publisher that didn't even make it to the age of websites. Dozens of books are listed. Some of the more hopeful had descriptions next to the order information. Most were just the title.
The catalog is brought to the front of the store. The machine shows a number lower than what's written in pencil on the front page. Cash is given and then put into the machine. The door of the store opens.
A book about books is read for the first time.
Story Pt.Two
Narrator One
Leaves are falling all over the old woman statue. Landing on her head, her shoulders, her feet and especially on the pages of her book. It was late. The girl was dusting the shelves in front of the window. The statue is in perfect view. It was a weekday, too late and too cold for the people of this seaside town. Besides a few coffee shops and the grocery store, the bookstore was the only place open. There had only been the girl and her co-worker inside the store for the last two hours. Dusting was busy work. Mostly the girl was bored.
A bookstore isn’t like a library with endless books to scan and re-shelve and tidy. A bookstore just needed to be kept clean and organized. However, with all the used bookstores around this town, a little dust probably didn’t bother anyone. So while her co-worker read a book behind the cash machine, she pretended to dust.
It’s funny what your brain latches onto when it’s bored. If she had been home and free to do whatever she wanted she wouldn’t have found staring at the leaves blowing in the wind so enchanting. As it was, she couldn’t look away. Tiny pointed leaves, twirling in the wind, as they fell to the ground, the bench and on the statue of the old woman. There were so many around the base of the tree that she was surprised that there were still some attached to the branches. The girl felt like the leaves were putting on a show. One that went unseen except for her. Her, the only member of the audience, staring at them out the window.
She had stopped dusting a long time ago and found herself just staring out the window. She stood there for a long time. Enough time for the gray sky to turn to purple then to black. She watched as all the street lights turned on, casting a dim orange glow on the falling leaves and the statue of the old woman. The statue looked more real somehow under that orange glow. It made her stone skin look soft, the swirling leaves disturbing the light just enough to give her an illusion of breathing. The wind must have started to slow because less and less leaves started to fly off the tree. The last of them slowly touching the ground.
The girl’s eye was caught by one of the leaves that seemed to dance around the old woman's head, barely brushing her cheek. Then it fluttered down, landing neatly in the middle of her book. It almost looked like the wind had placed it like a bookmark.
The street light above flickered, making the illusion of breathing more prominent. It flickered again, for longer this time, making it seem like her hand was moving along the page. Then the light turned off completely, just for a second. The girl stared at her reflection in the window, frozen.
When the light turned back on, flickering slightly, casting a light blue glow. The light now contrasts less with the night around it. The girl found herself shook out of her dream-like state from how out of place it was. She also started to pay more attention. She was staring at just the right spot to see the statue of the old woman move her hand and turn a page of her book.
Interruption Two
(Outside in a town, door opening, sounds from outside replaced with a quiet interior. Footsteps on thin carpet, a cat meows and jumps to ground, steps go over a creaking piece of floor. A book is taken from a shelf and flipped through slowly. Then put back. Another book is taken down, then flipped through faster. Pages start being ripped from the books and thrown around. A fist slams the bookshelf. A deep breath is taken, the start of a scream very quickly cut off.
Story Pt.Three
Narrator One
That's all the statue did.
She just turned the page of her book.
As casually as if she were a real person sitting outside in the park on a nice summer afternoon.
But she wasn’t a real person.
Phone She was made of stone
The girl dropped the rag she was using to wipe the shelves. It landed quietly on the floor. Her co-worker didn’t even notice as she moved towards the door until he heard the bell above it ring. She thought It must be a trick of the light, that strange blue light.
The old woman was a statue.
(Walkie-Talkie Turning On)
She was made of stone
(Walkie-Talkie Turning Off)
When she got out the streetlight had changed back to orange. Everything was as it should be. There was a statue of an old woman outside her work. Messy bun, warm cadianan, book on her lap.
She couldn’t move.
(Walkie-Talkie Turning On)
She was made of stone.
(Walkie-Talkie Turning Off)
Her co-worker ran out the door and asked her if everything was okay. She lied. The girl said she thought she saw a book that had been left on the bench and wanted to grab it before it blew away. He didn't look like he believed her. But he didn’t press her for further explanation. There was clearly no danger. He said that they should go back inside, that they shouldn't leave the store unattended, even if there hadn’t been anyone around in hours. Plus it was cold. The girl followed him. He went right back to reading his book, but he did glance at her a few times as she went back to not dusting the shelves.
The girl looked out the window again. All the leaves were being blown off the statue of the old woman now.
Well not all of them.
Some seemed to be stuck to the pages of her book. The girl looked closer, her breath nearly fogging up the window in front of her.
No, there weren’t leaves stuck on the book.
They were inside it, placed there, like a bookmark.
Interruption Three
The Boy Under Blue Light
What's the book about anyway?
Narrator One
The boy asked. The old woman beside him always had her nose in a book. Despite this she was great to talk to.
The Old Woman Statue
Anything I want
Narrator One
She said, not taking her eyes off the book.
The Boy Under Blue Light
As in, it can be any story?
Narrator One
The boy was confused.
The Old Woman Statue
No, it’s always the same book
The Boy Under Blue Light
Okay so it’s a really great book, so it’s everything you want?
The Old Woman Statue
No, it’s anything I want, not everything. Listen to my words
The Boy Under Blue Light
I am
Narrator One
The boy waited for the old woman to continue. He noticed she had started to read again.
The Boy Under Blue Light
But what exactly is it about?
Narrator One
He asked again.
The Old Woman Statue
Do you ever think about what the side characters think of the protagonist? We're always told stories from a protagonist's perspective. But you know that everyone's view is flawed and biased and based on assumptions. And we take this protagonist's view as fact and then filter it through our own view making it even more flawed and biased and based on assumptions.
Narrator One
A breeze disrupts the leaves above making them dance around their heads. One lands perfectly in between the pages of her book, like a bookmark.
The Boy Under Blue Light
I mean sure, that makes sense
Narrator One
The boy said, trying very hard for it to make sense.
The Old Woman Statue
So sometimes when I read the book I take everything the protagonist says as fact. But sometimes I believe that everything they say is a lie. Or their story is actually being told by someone else but from their perspective. Or every time they interact with another character it's their perspective that's being shared. Not the protagonist. So this book is about anything I want.
Narrator One
They both sat in silence as the old woman continued to read. The boy thinks he understands what the old woman is saying. Everyone had their own perspective, sure, that made sense.
But he still didn't know what the book was actually about.
Story Pt. Four
Narrator One
All the lights in the store are off and the door is locked. Her co-worker had said bye and his car had already been out of sight for at least a minute.
She stood in front of the doors to the bookstore she worked at. The statue of the old woman still sat on her bench looking at her book. The leaves that had seemed to be stuck between the pages blew away. Leaving the old woman with no leaves at all. The street light above her glowed orange. Soft, just enough to see by. Across the street was another streetlight and down the road and all over town. Many, many soft glowing orange lights. The girl was scared to get closer to the old woman. To look at the book she was holding. What if the page was a different color then the rest of her? Like when you turn over a toy that's been in the sun too long. Or what if everything was perfectly normal? That she had imagined the whole thing. That she really believed that she saw a statue move. That she still believed she had seen a statue move. Enough that she still stood in front of her work after her shift had ended. Enough that she waited in the cold fall night to see it again. Enough that she was sure if she left, not approach the statue and went home, it would rot in her brain for the rest of her life.
So she stood, waiting, not wanting to be the one to make a move first.
But she had to.
She had to make the first move. The only move really. A statue wasn't alive, it couldn't move. She started her slow descent down the steps.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Sidewalk.
The statue still sat reading her book. The girl shook her head. The statue wasn't doing anything. The statue wasn't sitting or reading or looking. It was a piece of stone that was carved to look like a person doing those things. It was art and it was very well made, but it just was. It wasn't, couldn't do anything.
The girl looked at the light above the statue. For a streetlight it hung close to the ground. If she stood on the bench and jumped, she could have touched the light. It was artistic. The pole was painted green, the top was shaped like a turned over bowl, the light itself caged in with green metal bars. The streetlight was made to be nice to look at. A part of the town, rather than just something that was convenient to have.
The girl stepped closer to the statue. The surface was smooth and polished. The light above reflects off of it. The old woman statue sat on a bench, off to the side as if waiting for someone to sit beside her.
The girl turned and sat at another bench opposite the statue. A sidewalk worth of space between them. The girl stared as the statue did nothing. It couldn't do anything. The wind blew again, the leaves rustling. It made a fuzzy sound, like when you don't put your headphone jack all the way in your phone. Quite, but still distinctly there. She started to notice a different buzz too. One that seems to fill the whole space around her, the whole town even. But so quiet that if she hadn't already been listening she didn’t think she would have heard it at all. In her mind the sound grew louder, making it impossible to sense anything else. She knew that that sound wasn’t actually getting louder; it was just so unnatural in the usual silent night that she couldn't focus on anything else but where that buzzing was coming from.
From..
The light above her turned off. Then on. Then off. Getting faster and faster until the flickering was just barely noticeable.
Then, It turned blue.
It circled the statue of the old woman. Brighter and more distinct than the orange light. The line of light stopped just before her feet. She got the strange feeling that she was looking through something solid, like glass. That if she reached out her hand there would be something to touch. She stepped through the light before she had really thought about what she was doing. She felt nothing as she went from the darkness of the night to the brightness of the streetlight.
The statue of the old woman began to move once again. Her hair fluttering in the wind, coming loose from her tight bun. The girl had been right, her cardigan was knitted. It was just slightly fuzzy from long use and many washes. Her chest rose and fell slowly, slightly, but she was undeniably breathing. The girl watched for a few seconds from just inside the circle of light. The old woman delicately lifted her hand, carefully pinched a page of her book and turned it over. An energy over took the girl. A need to do something. Anything. She needed to know what was going on.
The girl rushed towards the statue. She only got a few steps in when the buzzing became so loud that her vision turned black.
Then silence. No sound at all. Not even a ringing in her ears. She was sitting on the ground, she didn't feel any pain, no bumps on her head either. Almost as if she had sat down herself. She realized that she could see again at the same time that she noticed that there was no one on the beach in front of her. It felt abandoned.
The bench was also no longer gray, but an off-white. The sidewalk beside her too and the buildings and the street. When the girl looked up she saw that the sky was white as well, little black dots sparkling around. It was still clearly night, the whiteness not lighting anything at all. It was just the colour. The street lights all down the street shone black, bright, illuminating the whiteness around it. It was hard to look at, her mind rejected what she was seeing. The silence was suffocating. She had read once that people put in soundproof rooms would start to hear their own heart beat, or start hallucinating sound. Neither was happening. Maybe she was dead and this is what the afterlife was like. A crude mirror world where everything was black and white and reversed. She placed her hand over her heart.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Without the sound to accompany it, it felt more like knocking than beating. But it was beating. She let out a breath. Feeling the air leave her lungs without the satisfaction of sound.
She didnt feel better.
She felt like the world had shifted to tilt 23 degrees in the other direction. She stayed sitting on the ground noticing that the light around her was still tinted a little blue. The only colour in the whole world.
A flick of movement, off sync with the blue flickering light above her. She turned to get a better look and…
A human head was peeking out from the side of a building on the other side of the street. Were it not for its huge white eyes she doesn't think she would have spotted it at all. Now that she was looking at it, it stood completely still, staring at her. Slowly, like someone was clicking through a video frame by frame its mouth widened. Huge and full of square human teeth.
She tried to yell, whether for help or to at last just hear something finally, she didn't know. All she felt was the air tearing her lungs and throat.
The creature continued to grin.
Interruption Four
(Radio turns on)
(Bit of “Everybody Thinks Their The One To Get Away” By Blue Jay Walker)
‘Everybody, Everybody, Oh Everybody Thinks Their The One To Get Away
Everybody, Everybody, Oh Everybody Thinks Their The One To Get Away’
Story Pt. Five
Narrator One
The creature came closer. Its body flickering, stuttering. Sometimes it would move so quickly that it seemed to teleport. Other times it was like looking at each individual small movements like a slideshow.
She needed to run. To get away. But there was no guarantee that this place was like the place she knew. It may look it from inside the shine of this light but how was she to know. The colours, Or lack there of, were already different. What if she moved out of the light and there was no air? Or the streets turners into another town, one she didn't know? What if this light was the only way back?
The creature was at light now, she had hesitated too long. She was going have to fight it. She braced herself waiting for a hand to grab her, for square teeth to bite at her,
but nothing happened.
The creature stood right outside the ring of light, staring, flicking, grinning. It slowly brought a hand up. The girl braced herself a new. Then the creature placed its hand on the light. Like it was glass. Like there was a solid barrier between her and it.
Was there?
It's not like she had tried it herself. The creature continued to flicker. It was like a shadow but 3D. In planes there was even hints of clothes, but it was hard to tell where the body ended and the clothing began. The eyes though, They had seemed big across the street and this close, they looked deep. Deep enough the climb in and crawl through.
And the teeth, the teeth were worse. Big and many, the mouth much bigger then a persons but still somehow looking so eerily human
Maybe this creature didn't mean her harm at all. What if it just wanted to escape? This light could be the way to save it. She just needed to pull the creature in. she lift her hand and reached towards the creature own.
A hand grabbed her wrist.
There was someone behind her.
It squished her arm.
It grab her shoulder yanked her back, pulling her away from the edge of the light. It was taller then her. It turned her around to face it. It was a showed as well.
And it was in the light with her.
She pulled her hand free. It didn't resisted as much as she thought it would. Her arm flew back knocking her off balance with her own momentum. Incisively she went to take a step back. The shadow in front of her grab her again pulling her forward, throwing her to the ground. She landed on her knees hard, no sound but she felt the scarp and crack. She looked up raising her hands ready to defend against another blow. But it didn't come. The shadow inside the light was looking at the creature outside it. The flickering was more promoted now, its grinning flashed in to a growl. The hand once nicely place, turned in to a slamming fist. It moved in jerking and stuttering moves. It started to pace around the light. The shadow in the light watched it carefully for a few moments. Then reached towards itself, its hand disappearing in its own darkness. The shadow become more clear as she realizes what she was looking at. It was coat. The shadow was looking for something inside its coat pocket. She stood up slowly watching the showed as it pulled something out. The silhouette was immadly clear.
A radio.
An old radio. One with dials on the top and a long auntie. Only considered ‘portable’ because the alternative was huge box that took up a whole end table. It looked heavy but surely the shadow wasn't going to use this as a weapon. This can't be the only thing they had against this creature.
The shadow then started turning dials. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise, the air around her easier to breathe. It was like going from the top of a mountain then suddenly down to sea level.
The streetlight across the street went from shining bright darkness to turning off to back on, faster and faster in till it sturreder and flickered to blue. Then another turn on then another. All the lights surround the creature were now blue, overlapping in many places. The creature moved rapidly In its glitching way tying to stay near but out of the light. As more and more of the lights turn on the creature had less and less places to be. Till finally the light all shown at once leaving no place to the whiteness, and the creature vanished
The shadow in the light looked at her then. Its shoulders more relaxed. It had white eyes too and a white mouth, but they were smaller, they looked normal. It smiled at her, its eyes crinkling.
It turned its attention back to the radio, turning dials till the only blue light was the one they were under. She tried to speak then. To ask what had happened to it. Why had this showed made sure that she stayed in the light. She stood up and pain shot down her legs, if this shadow hadn't pulled her she wouldn't have fallen. But she had been so close to the light, if she had regained her balance her leg would have been out of the light.
She felt a trickle and looked down at her knees.
Red.
Bright red drip down from them. The fact that her knees were bleeding nearly as surprising as how stark the colour was. She couldn't tear her eyes from it.
The world tipped and she fell on the bench across from the old women statue. The statue now back in its place. Her eyes burned as a they adjusted to the dark. The sky was black, no stars visible behind the clouds. Everything was back to shades of black and dark blue.
Normal, everything was normal.
The light above her was still blue.
“Are you okay?”
She flinched, It was like someone had clapped right beside her ear. She could hear the wind in the trees, the buzz of the light, every rub of her clothes, the cars on the highway, the ocean. She slapped her hands on her ears, she could hear her own heart beat fast and loud.
Thumb, thumb, thumb.
She was glad she was already sitting. Someone stood in front of her. Tall, but with a round face. A teenager. A boy.
“Sorry, that was an unfair question. I should be asking If you think you need, like, medical attention.” She just stared at him, hands still over her ears.
“That place Is really wired right? Kinda fascinating though. I've been studying it for ages! Feels like the rules change sometimes though, or maybe, it's like how we as the human race know something exists but we haven't seen it yet, but if we did see it a lot of other things would fall into place. Like actually seeing an atom”
She was having a hard time keeping up, and she wasn't actually sure if she was supposed to be answering or if he was talking to fill the silence.
“Thank you” She finally managed to say while the boy took a breath.
“Oh! You're welcome, but honestly you should be thanking her.” He thumbed to the statue behind him. “She's the one that told me you were there. Kinda lucky I was close by. She can't really move far, you know.”
“She did?” She didn't know what he could possibly mean by that. “The old woman statue?”
“Whoa, i mean I wouldn't call her that, generally I don't think people like being called old”
“Its a statue”
The boy looked to the old woman and then back to her
“Yeah?”
“It can't, well I mean, it can't tell you anything.”
The boy raised an eyebrow. “Then how do you think I found you?” She stared at him.
“I don't know! For all I know you could have been the one that sent me there!”
The boy stuck in a breath and smiled, sitting next to the statue, arms across the back of the bench, perfectly at ease.
“What an interesting theory! Please tell me more about that. What do you think that place is? Why would I send you there just to take you out again? And why,” he paused, placing his elbows on his knees, hands under his chin. “Do you think I chose you?”
She shivered.
“I, I don't know, I'm cold and tired and I just want to go home.”
His shoulder slumped and he let out a sigh.
“Fine, i'm not keeping you here.”
She shivered again, it was much colder than it had been, how long had she been stuck in that place? She checked her phone.
9:03pm.
She had locked the doors at 9.
Three minutes, it had been three minutes. She got up.
“So what do I do now?” She said. The boy looked at her, tilting his head.
“What do you mean?”
She wrapped her arms around her shoulders. She was shaking now.
“Like can I really just go home?” The boy closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
“If that's what you want to do.” She stayed where she was.
“That seems” she paused thinking of all the things she was jinxing with her next words. “Anti-climatic.”
The boy stared at her for a second, then his face cracked into a smile, then broken into a laugh, long and loud.
“Did you want to get hurt?” He held ups his hands, like he was surrendering.
The pinky on his left hand was missing.
His voice got serious.
“Trust me, those things would devour you in seconds.” he got up and walked towards her. “So! You can go home. Pretend none of this ever happened. That you were daydreaming, or I told you a weird story or whatever. And if you keep telling yourself that and for long enough, you won't even be able to see me anymore. Then it'll be even easier to pretend.”
“Sorry, what do you mean not see you?” The girl said, the boy ignored her.
“Or I can tell you everything I know and we can research it together!” She looked right at the boy's eyes, normal now, brown. Then his missing pinky. Then at the statue. Then finally at the streetlight, still blue and flickering.
She turned and started walking home, rubbing her arms.
“Hey! Wait!” She could hear him fumbling around in his coat pockets, then low radio static. He must have turned on the radio again, only this time she could hear it. The streetlight in front of her flickered, then turn blue. She stopped not wanting to walk under it.
“Wait, hold on.” The boy was in front of her “you're probably in shock, sorry. Here.” He took off his lab coat and draped it on his arm, then he took off his hoodie. It was a light blue. He handed it to her.
“You need to keep warm.” She took it and put it on. There was no heat coming from it.
“So, well.” He said “i'll see, uh, bye.”
The blue light turned back to orange in front of her, and the boy was gone.
She walked around the light, and the next light and every one after that. She tried to stay in the dark, even risking walking in the middle of the road in some parts.
(Walkie-Talkie Turning On)
It was late.
This seaside town went to bed early.
There were no cars.
(Walkie-Talkie Turning Off)
It wasn't a long walk home. She kept telling herself what the boy said. That it was a dream, she had made it up, that the boy had made it up. That the boy didn't exist. She had been bored. She was just telling herself stories to pass the time.
Over and over and over until even the less strange details of what happened started to feel not real. When she had gotten to the door of her house she had forgotten what the boy had looked like.
And she thought ‘I guess I'll never see him again then.’ She opened the door, fiddling with the strings of the hoodie.
Outro
Narrator One
Two houses side by side. The road curves in front of them. Cookie cutter houses on roads that follow the land. Unlike a grid system, the land leaves gaps. Cookie cutter houses have to be the same, so the solution is gaps.
Two houses side by side. The road in front of them curves. A gap the shape of a triangle between them.
Two houses side by side. The fences around them are a perfect square. Between them is a triangle of grass, not belonging to either of them.
Two houses side by side. The triangle of grass is green and shaded. If you were to push past the overgrown bushes at the back of it you would end up on another road. The triangle of grass isn't a small patch. It has enough room to throw a ball around, have a picnic, to run. The triangle of grass is not considered a park. If you didn't walk up to the houses you wouldn't see the triangle at all.
Two houses side by side. The road curves in front of them. A triangle of grass formed between them, owned by neither house. A single swing set sits in the middle of the grass. Rust creeps up the metal bars and on the chains. The rubber seat a lighter black on the top then the bottom
Two houses side by side. A girl swings on a swing set between them.
Outro music
Credits
Blue Flickering Street light is written, edited and performed by Karma Night and is produced by Lanterns Aura
Intro and Outro music is by Aleksander Kordov
Logo is by Racc00n_with_a_Sp00n
Narrator two is voiced by cakebird
The Statue Of The Old Women is voiced by Ya Boi Trashy
The Boy Under Blue Light is voiced by Dod
“Everybody Thinks They're The One To Get Away” is used with permission by Blue Jay Walker
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After Credits
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