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【书籍搬运】A Dance in Fire, v6 火中舞——第六章

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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:A_Dance_in_Fire,_v6

作者:沃金贾斯

翻译:花溪流萤

德库姆斯·斯科蒂移坐邻桌后,开始聆听里奥德斯·居鲁斯的讲话。真是难以置信,这位前阿特利乌斯建筑委员会的同僚如今竟已变得如此臃肿。斯科蒂十分惊讶,专心打量着他,四周沁人心脾烤肉香气连同普雷哈拉会所周遭各色声音以及富丽装潢仿佛瞬间便从视界之中消失,眼中只剩居鲁斯那肥胖体形。他并不是容易激动之人,但是看到眼前这位曾以一纸字迹潦草信函将其骗离帝都,如今正在夸夸其谈之人,心中不禁百感交集。

“你是去哪儿了?”居鲁斯再次问起。“数周之前,我们约好在法林纳斯提见面。”

“几星期前,我人就在那里,”斯科蒂忿忿不平的嘟囔着说,“收到你的便条之后,我便立刻赶往阿泽,但是虎人已经将那夷为平地。之后,我同难民一道到达另外一处村落,哪里的人告诉我说你早死了。”

“然后,你马上就信了?”居鲁斯冷笑道

“那个家伙似乎很了解你。他的名字叫做雷格留斯,来自瓦奈克建筑委员会,他还说了,他也是被你叫来瓦伦林地来赚钱的。”

“嗯嗯,没错,”居鲁斯沉思片刻之后说道。“我想起这个人了。唔呣,帝都两大建筑委员会的代表齐集于此,对我生意更加有利。我们只需协调彼此关系,一切都会顺利。”

“雷格留斯已经死了,”斯科蒂回答道,“但我有他从瓦奈克建筑委员会带来的合同文书。”

“这样更好,”居鲁斯喘着气说道,似乎颇为震动。“好你个德库姆斯·斯科蒂,真没想到,为了竞争,你竟不择手段。很好,没有对手能使我们在同希尔维纳交涉过程当中占据主动。还没向你引荐同座宾客呢吧?就是在座那位巴斯先生。”

斯科蒂这才开始注意同桌那位波兹莫,之前没有留意这位腰围几与居鲁斯不相上下的胖子真是不可思议,他朝巴斯轻轻点了点头,对于眼前场面仍旧毫无实感。恰在一小时前,自己还曾决意立即请求希尔维纳批下通关文牒,随后越过边境返回赛瑞迪尔。这与现在意欲在艾尔斯维尔和夏暮群岛入侵瓦伦林地的战争中间坐收渔翁之利之人,简直判若云泥。

“我和你的同事正在讨论希尔维纳,”巴斯放下嘴边羊腿之后说道,“我不认为你真了解他的本质所在?”

“略懂一二,但是不甚了了。印象当中,他的权力颇大,并且秉性古怪。”

“他代表着民生,民权,民体以及民心。”居鲁斯解释道,对于自己新晋合作伙伴如此无知颇为恼火。“若是人民无恙,他亦身体安康。民众若多女人,他亦偏雌性化。每当人民乞求食物,需求贸易往来以及渴望清除外患之际,他能及时得到反馈并且制定相应法律法规。某种意义来讲,他虽独裁,但是只是代民行事。”

“这听起来,”斯科蒂努力的想要寻找词来描述。“像是…空泛套话。”

“或许真是如此,”巴斯耸肩说道。“但是作为人民喉舌,他有无尚权利,包括授权外地的建筑商进行建设事宜以及准许跨省贸易往来。你信与不信都无关紧要,把他当作一个疯王就像帝国皇帝柏拉鸠斯那样我也无权干涉,当下我们所面临的困局主要就是,随着瓦伦林地腹背受敌,希尔维纳性格当中猜忌以及排外属性开始逐渐显现。他的唯一愿望,毋宁说是人民唯一夙愿亦即帝国可以采取干预,终结这场战争。”

“帝国会么?”斯科蒂问

“你也知道,皇帝最近身体不适,”居鲁斯边说边取过雷格里斯那件背包并将空白合同抽了出来。“他到底管还是不管?只有老天知道,这与我们无关,雷格留斯保佑,虽然这些合同姗姗来迟,但对我们进行下步工作真是大有裨益。”

之后众人开始商量如何觐见希尔维纳,并一直讨论到深夜方才解散。其间饥肠辘辘的斯科蒂不停吃着东西,但是数目远远不及居鲁斯和巴斯零头。太阳从群山中升起,旅馆水晶幕墙泛起一层红晕,随后居鲁斯和巴斯两人返回宫殿客房住下(由于没有得到希尔维纳接见,他们只得暂居客房)。斯科蒂也回到自己房间,本想多撑片刻思考居鲁斯的计划是否还有不妥之处,但是甫一接触凉爽柔软大床,很快沉沉睡去。

这天下午,斯科蒂悠悠醒转后,发觉自己重又转回职员角色。换句话说,他能感到胆怯(因为要去面见希尔维纳)。数周以来,自己一直野兽一般挣扎求生,疲惫不堪之余,还要面临丛林野兽攻击,忍饥挨饿不说,而且险些淹死,更是被迫聆听了大量有关古艾特莫诗歌的探讨。这么一想,连同居鲁斯和巴斯一起欺骗希尔维纳的行为也不过尔尔。斯科蒂穿上自己那身破旧衣物后,转下楼去找寻一些食物顺便可以找个安静角落仔细思索一下对策。

“你起来啦,”巴斯一见到他便大声喊。“我们现在该进宫了。”

“现在?”斯科蒂抱怨道。“你看看我。我需要新衣服。即使嫖娼,也不能够穿成这个样子。罔论觐见瓦伦林地人民喉舌。我甚至连澡都没洗。”

“从今而后,不要摆你高级职员架子,学会放下身姿,去做一个贸易新手,”里奥德斯·居鲁斯牵起斯科蒂的手来到阳光普照的街道后,热情的说,“首要原则就是了解自己在客户眼中扮演的角色,然后以此为据寻找自身角度。亲爱的朋友啊,千万莫要炫耀自身社会地位以及职业素养用以放高姿态,这样无疑将会招致失败。这一点上必须要信任我,除了我和巴斯之外,宫廷之中还有不少商人前来洽谈,他们失误之处恰恰在于太过急于求成,太过正式,太过志在必得。他们永远无法得到希尔维纳垂青,但是我们不同,我们自从首次拜访遭拒之后一切如常,并不着急,之后一段时间,我照样与宫廷人员嬉闹,大谈自己帝都生活,给耳朵穿上孔,参加舞会,大吃大喝。虽说我的体重因此曾加了一两磅,但是我们传达出的信号非常明确,我们对于这笔交易并不上心,最后便会轮到他们沉不住气。”

“我们的计划很成功”巴斯补充说道。“当我告诉他的大臣帝国代表已经前来,并且想在今早进行会面之后,他就立刻同意马上带你前去磋商。”

“那我们不是要迟到了么?”斯科蒂问

“迟到大半天了”居鲁斯笑着说。“”但这也是我们谋略中的一个组成部分。若即若离。记住,莫将希尔维纳当作普通贵族看待。他代表着广大人民意愿。若你了解这点,应付他便相当容易。

前往宫殿途中,居鲁斯对瓦伦林地重建需求,原材料的数量,以及报价做了最后陈述。总计金额相当惊人,远超斯科蒂之前所签的协议,所以他听的很认真,一路之上,希尔维纳城市美景不断浮现眼前,花团琉璃,风声景影,落落交织,动静相宜。待得到达希尔维纳宫殿之后,德库姆斯·斯科蒂禁不住停下脚步,瞠目结舌望向前方。居鲁斯盯了他片刻,随即大笑起来。

“宫殿真是稀奇古怪,是吧?”

的确如此,一片绯红虬髯状的树液结晶团簇喷薄绽放,枝桠从生,盘根错节如同初升旭日一般。村庄大小园圃当中,朝臣仆人如同吸吮树液昆虫一般来往穿梭,穿过一条花瓣似的拱桥,三人来到宫墙参差不齐东倒西歪的宫殿前,两处墙体交叉掩映之处或成幽暗大厅(长方形的,两边通透?),或为一间居室(△前后不透?)。墙体剥离便能形成一处庭院。四周均没有门,若想觐见必须穿越螺旋形的宫殿主体,途径会议大厅,卧室,餐厅,并从朝臣,王妃,乐师以及诸多警卫旁边穿过。

“这座宫殿十分有趣”巴斯说道。“这里难有隐私场所,但是希尔维纳非常属意,毕竟可以与民同乐。”

步行两个小时之后,众人终于到达内部走廊,随后,数位携弓佩剑守卫拦住他们。

“我们同希尔维纳间有个会晤,”居鲁斯慢吞吞的说。“这位是德库姆斯·斯科蒂,帝国代表。”

一个守卫穿过蜿蜒长廊前去报信,之后便与一位穿着革制宽松长袍的瘦高傲慢波兹莫偕同返回。这位商业大臣说道:“希尔维纳只想和德库姆斯·斯科蒂单独会谈。”

现在不能抗议,也不能够显露怯懦,因此斯科蒂看都没看居鲁斯和巴斯两人便径直向前走去。不用看就知道,两人现在肯定一副虚伪淡定摸样。跟随大臣前去谒见厅的路上,斯科蒂将居鲁斯所述默背了一遍,并且提醒自己不要忘记契合自己当前角色。

希尔维纳的谒见厅呈圆锥状,圆形墙壁沿着弧线一路向上延展,并在顶部原点交汇,中间仅有一方小孔,一缕阳光穿过数百英尺高的穹顶,直射希尔维纳,将他脚下站立位置那摊灰白花蕾映的熠熠生辉。这座城市以及宫殿不乏惊奇之处,但是希尔维纳本人却是相当普通。如他这般温柔,英俊,略显疲态的木精灵在帝国议会中相当常见。只有当其起身步下花坛之际,斯科蒂方察觉有异。原来他的个子很矮。

“我必须和你单独谈,”希尔维纳冷冷说道,毫不客气。“我能查阅下你的文书么?”

斯科蒂连忙递上瓦奈克建筑委员会的空白合同。希尔维纳接过之后,开始审视起来,并用手指摩挲合同书上钢印凸缘,然后将其交回。之后忽然觉得羞愧起来,低下头去,眼睛盯着地板说道。“宫中不少骗子都想发战争财,起先我还认为你和他们一路,但是这些合同并非伪造。”

“没错,绝非作假”斯科蒂冷静回答道。希尔维纳性格之中普通人的一面令斯科蒂倍感轻松,如居鲁斯之前所言,根本不需郑重其事交涉,也不需要过于谦恭,最好开门见山。“当前最为明智的事就是开始商议损坏道路以及被艾特莫们摧毁港口的重建事宜,之后我会给你道路修缮以及恢复商路所需费用评估。”

“为何两年之前同艾尔斯维尔开始交战那时,皇帝没有派遣代表过来?”希尔维纳闷闷不乐问道。

回想之前自己所遇波兹莫们—护送自己进入边境的贪婪胆小雇佣兵,烂醉如泥的狂欢者,法林纳斯提西十字路口那些职业灭虫弓手,在哈维尔斯拉普的长舌妇帕斯克大娘,改过自新穷困潦倒的前海盗巴菲科斯,阿泽以及加里诺斯那些虽然充满恐惧但乐观的难民,温迪斯荒野狩猎之中那疯狂残忍,自相残杀的猎人们,格里夫·马兰雇佣的阴沉船夫,和堕落狡黠的巴斯。若是一个生物能够集合所有这些人的特质,那该会是何种性格(影射希尔维纳)?斯科蒂乃是位职员,天生擅长这类信息汇总分类工作,若是瓦伦林地民族灵魂可以分类的话,到底应该置于何处?

因此,一当希尔维纳提出这个问题,他的心中很快有了计较。答案便是:拒绝回答。

“非常遗憾,我不关心这个问题,”斯科蒂回应道,“现在,我们是否应当回到眼前棘手问题上来?”

之后整个下午,两人都在商讨如何解决瓦伦林地迫切需求。每份空白合同都被写满,并且签字生效。由于需要重建设施以及相关款项过多,附录只得见缝插针写在合同空隙亦或废弃合同纸上。过程当中,斯科蒂仍喜怒不形于色,但他发现希尔维纳并非只是一个愚钝抑郁小孩,作为人民喉舌,他对几乎所有民生相关事物了如指掌:渔业产量,商务利润,以及自己所辖所有乡镇以及丛林细况。

“我们明晚将会举行一场欢宴用以庆祝合同签署,”希尔维纳最后说道

“最好改到今晚,斯科蒂回答道。“我们明天便会返回赛瑞迪尔,所以我还需要一份安全过境文牒,重建刻不容缓,我们最好莫要浪费时间。””

“我很赞成,”希尔维纳说道,随后他便叫来商务大臣来为合同盖上印章,并且安排宴会。

斯科蒂走出谒见厅,巴斯和居鲁斯正候门外。脸上仍然波澜不惊,一副事不关己模样。离开守卫视线之后,两人便请求斯科蒂告知会见细节。当斯科蒂出示所签合同之后,巴斯不禁激动落泪。

“希尔维纳那些事情最能令你吃惊?”居鲁斯问

“他的身高甚至不及我的一半。”

“真的?”居鲁斯看似很吃惊。“自我上次与之会面日起,他一定又缩小不少。原因大概是被人民所受苦难影响,他人才会愈来愈加憔悴。”

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Decumus Scotti sat down, listening to Liodes Jurus. The clerk could hardly believe how fat his former colleague at Lord Atrius's Building Commission had become. The piquant aroma of the roasted meat dish before Scotti melted away. All the other sounds and textures of Prithala Hall vanished all around him, as if nothing else existed but the vast form of Jurus. Scotti did not consider himself an emotional man, but he felt a tide flow over him at the sight and sound of the man whose badly written letters had been the guideposts that carried him from the Imperial City back in early Frost Fall.
"Where have you been?" Jurus demanded again. "I told you to meet me in Falinesti weeks ago."
"I was there weeks ago," Scotti stammered, too surprised to be indignant. "I got your note to meet you in Athay, and so I went there, but the Khajiiti had burned it to the ground. Somehow, I found my way with the refugees in another village, and someone there told me that you had been killed."
"And you believed that right away?" Jurus sneered.
"The fellow seemed very well-informed about you. He was a clerk from Lord Vanech's Building Commission named Reglius, and he said that you had also suggested that he come down to Valenwood to profit from the war."
"Oh, yes," said Jurus, after thinking a moment. "I recall the name now. Well, it's good for business to have two representatives from Imperial building commissions here. We just need to all coordinate our bids, and all should be well."
"Reglius is dead," said Scotti. "But I have his contracts from Lord Vanech's Commission."
"Even better," gasped Jurus, impressed. "I never knew you were such a ruthless competitor, Decumus Scotti. Yes, this could certainly improve our position with the Silvenar. Have I introduced you to Basth here?"
Scotti had only been dimly aware of the Bosmer's presence at the table with Jurus, which was surprising given that the mer's girth nearly equaled his dining companion. The clerk nodded to Basth coldly, still numb and confused. It had not left his mind that only any hour earlier, Scotti had intended to petition the Silvenar for safe passage through the border back to Cyrodiil. The thought of doing business with Jurus after all, of profiting from Valenwood war with Elsweyr, and now the second one with the Summurset Isle, seemed like something happening to another person.
"Your colleague and I were talking about the Silvenar," said Basth, putting down the leg of mutton he had been gnawing on. "I don't suppose you've heard about his nature?"
"A little, but nothing very specific. I got the impression that he's very important and very peculiar."
"He's the representative of the People, legally, physically, and emotionally," explained Jurus, a little annoyed at his new partner's lack of common knowledge. "When they're healthy, so is he. When they're mostly female, so is he. When they cry for food or trade or an absence of foreign interference, he feels it too, and makes laws accordingly. In a way, he's a despot, but he's the people's despot."
"That sounds," said Scotti, searching for the appropriate word. "Like ... bunk."
"Perhaps it is," shrugged Basth. "But he has many rights as the Voice of the People, including the granting of foreign building and trade contracts. It's not important whether you believe us. Just think of the Silvenar as being like one of your mad Emperors, like Pelagius. The problem facing us now is that since Valenwood is being attacked on all sides, the Silvenar's aspect is now one of distrust and fear of foreigners. The one hope of his people, and thus of the Silvenar himself, is that the Emperor will intervene and stop the war."
"Will he?" asked Scotti.
"You know as well as we do that the Emperor has not been himself lately," Jurus helped himself to Reglius's satchel and pulled out the blank contracts. "Who knows what he'll choose to do or not do? That reality is not our concern, but these blessings from the late good sir Reglius make our job much simpler."
They discussed how they would represent themselves to the Silvenar into the evening. Scotti ate continuously, but not nearly so much as Jurus and Basth. When the sun had begun to rise in the hills, its light reddening through the crystal walls of the tavern, Jurus and Basth left to their rooms at the palace, granted to them diplomatically in lieu of an actual immediate audience with the Silvenar. Scotti went to his room. He thought about staying up a little longer to ruminate over Jurus's plans and see what might be the flaw in them, but upon touching the cool, soft bed, he immediately fell asleep.
The next afternoon, Scotti awoke, feeling himself again. In other words, timid. For several weeks now, he had been a creature bent on mere survival. He had been driven to exhaustion, attacked by several jungle beasts, starved, nearly drowned, and forced into discussions of ancient Aldmeripoetical works. The discussion he had with Jurus and Basth about how to dupe the Silvenar into signing their contracts seemed perfectly reasonable then. Scotti dressed himself in his old battered clothes and went downstairs in search of food and a peaceful place to think.
"You're up," cried Basth upon seeing him. "We should go to the palace now."
"Now?" whined Scotti. "Look at me. I need new clothes. This isn't the way one should dress to pay a call on a prostitute, let alone the Voice of the People of Valenwood. I haven't even bathed."
"You must cease from this moment forward being a clerk, and become a student of mercantile trade," said Liodes Jurus grandly, taking Scotti by the arm and leading him into the sunlit boulevard outside. "The first rule is to recognize what you represent to the prospective client, and what angle best suits you. You cannot dazzle him with opulent fashion and professional bearing, my dear boy, and it would be fatal if you attempted to. Trust me on this. Several others besides Basth and I are guests at the palace, and they have made the error of appearing too eager, too formal, too ready for business. They will never be granted audience with the Silvenar, but we have remained aloof ever since the initial rejection. I've dallied about the court, spread my knowledge of life in the Imperial City, had my ears pierced, attended promenades, eaten and drunk of all that was given to me. I dare say I've put on a pound or two. The message we've sent is clear: it is in his, not our, best interest to meet."
"Our plan worked," added Basth. "When I told his minister that our Imperial representative had arrived, and that we were at last willing to meet with the Silvenar this morning, we were told to bring you there straightaway."
"Aren't we late then?" asked Scotti.
"Very," laughed Jurus. "But that's again part of the angle we're representing. Benevolent disinterest. Remember not to confuse the Silvenar with conventional nobility. His is the mind of the common people. When you grasp that, you'll understand how to manipulate him."
Jurus spent the last several minutes of the walk through the city expounding on his theories about what Valenwood needed, how much, and at what price. They were staggering figures, far more construction and far higher costs than anything Scotti had been used to dealing with. He listened carefully. All around them, the city of Silvenar revealed itself, glass and flower, roaring winds and beautiful inertia. When they reached the palace of the Silvenar, Decumus Scotti stopped, stunned. Jurus looked at him for a moment and then laughed.
"It's quite bizarre, isn't it?"
That it was. A frozen scarlet burst of twisted, uneven spires as if a rival sun rising. A blossom the size of a village, where courtiers and servants resembled nothing so much as insects walked about it sucking its ichor. Entering over a bent petal-like bridge, the three walked through the palace of unbalanced walls. Where the partitions bent close together and touched, there was a shaded hall or a small chamber. Where they warped away from one another, there was a courtyard. There were no doors anywhere, no any way to get to the Silvenar but by crossing through the entire spiral of the palace, through meetings and bedrooms and dining halls, past dignitaries, consorts, musicians, and many guards.
"It's an interesting place," said Basth. "But not very much privacy. Of course, that suits the Silvenar well."
When they reached the inner corridors, two hours after they first entered the palace, guards, brandishing blades and bows, stopped them.
"We have an audience with the Silvenar," said Jurus, patiently. "This is Lord Decumus Scotti, the Imperial representative."
One of the guards disappeared down the winding corridor, and returned moments later with a tall, proud Bosmer clad in a loose robe of patchwork leather. He was the Minister of Trade: "The Silvenar wishes to speak with Lord Decumus Scotti alone."
It was not the place to argue or show fear, so Scotti stepped forward, not even looking toward Jurus and Basth. He was certain they were showing their masks of benevolent indifference. Following the Minister into the audience chamber, Scotti recited to himself all the facts and figures Jurus had presented to him. He willed himself to remember the Angle and the Image he must project.
The audience chamber of the Silvenar was an enormous dome where the walls bent from bowl-shaped at the base inward to almost meet at the top. A thin ray of sunlight streamed through the fissure hundreds of feet above, and directly upon the Silvenar, who stood upon a puff of shimmering gray powder. For all the wonder of the city and the palace, the Silvenar himself looked perfectly ordinary. An average, blandly handsome, slightly tired-looking, extra-ordinary Wood Elf of the type one might see in any capitol in the Empire. It was only when he stepped from the dais that Scotti noticed an eccentricity in his appearance. He was very short.
"I had to speak with you alone," said the Silvenar in a voice common and unrefined. "May I see your papers?"
Scotti handed him the blank contracts from Lord Vanech's Building Commission. The Silvenar studied them, running his finger over the embossed seal of the Emperor, before handing them back. He suddenly seemed shy, looking to the floor. "There are many charlatans at my court who wish to benefit from the wars. I thought you and your colleagues were among them, but those contracts are genuine."
"Yes, they are," said Scotti calmly. The Silvenar's conventional aspect made it easy for Scotti to speak, with no formal greetings, no deference, exactly as Jurus had instructed: "It seems most sensible to begin straightaway talking about the roads which need to be rebuilt, and then the harbors that the Altmeri have destroyed, and then I can give you my estimates on the cost of resupplying and renovating the trade routes."
"Why hasn't the Emperor seen fit to send a representative when the war with Elsweyr began, two years ago?" asked the Silvenar glumly.
Scotti thought a moment before replying of all the common Bosmeri he had met in Valenwood. The greedy, frightened mercenaries who had escorted him from the border. The hard-drinking revelers and expert pest exterminating archers in the Western Cross of Falinesti. Nosy old Mother Pascost in Havel Slump. Captain Balfix, the poor sadly reformed pirate. The terrified but hopeful refugees of Athay and Grenos. The mad, murderous, self-devouring Wild Hunt of Vindisi. The silent, dour boatmen hired by Gryf Mallon. The degenerate, grasping Basth. If one creature represented their total disposition, and that of many more throughout the province, what would be his personality? Scotti was a clerk by occupation and nature, instinctively comfortable cataloging and filing, making things fit in a system. If the soul of Valenwood were to be filed, where would it be put?
The answer came upon him almost before he posed himself the question. Denial.
"I'm afraid that question doesn't interest me," said Scotti. "Now, can we get back to the business at hand?"
All afternoon, Scotti and the Silvenar discussed the pressing needs of Valenwood. Every contract was filled and signed. So much was required and there were so many costs associated that addendums and codicils had to be scribbled into the margins of the papers, and those had to be resigned. Scotti maintained his benevolent indifference, but he found that dealing with the Silvenar was not quite the same as dealing with a simple, sullen child. The Voice of the People knew certain practical, everyday things very well: the yields of fish, the benefits of trade, the condition of every township and forest in his province.
"We will have a banquet tomorrow night to celebrate this commission," said the Silvenar at last.
"Best make it tonight," replied Scotti. "We should leave for Cyrodiil with the contracts tomorrow, so I'll need a safe passage to the border. We best not waste any more time."
"Agreed," said the Silvenar, and called for his Minister of Trade to put his seal on the contracts and arrange for the feast.
Scotti left the chamber, and was greeted by Basth and Jurus. Their faces showed the strain of maintaining the illusion of unconcern for too many hours. As soon as they were out of sight of the guards, they begged Scotti to tell them all. When he showed them the contract, Basth began weeping with delight.
"Anything about the Silvenar that surprised you?" asked Jurus.
"I hadn't expected him to be half my height."
"Was he?" Jurus looked mildly surprised. "He must have shrunk since I tried to have an audience with him earlier. Maybe there is something to all that nonsense about him being affected by the plight of his people."

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