~~~ Days 53-60
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## Day 53
The fairy council was held in the Grove's central clearing, beneath the great tree that pulsed with ancient mana. Hundreds of fairies had gathered, filling the air with light and whispered conversation. At the base of the tree, the elders sat in solemn formation, Elder Mirielle at their center.
Knox felt absurdly large standing before them. His evolved form towered over everything, his pink hair practically glowing in the ambient light. Nyx had positioned herself behind him like a scaly wall
too large now to fit in the clearing itself, she'd arranged herself at the treeline in what she called "optimal threat response positioning."
Dewdrop had insisted on sitting on his shoulder "for moral support and also because it's the best spot."
"You look nervous, Papa," she whispered.
"I am nervous."
"Don't be. You're the fanciest demon. Fancy demons don't get nervous."
"I'll try to remember that."
"Also, I made you a good luck charm!" She pressed something into his hand, a tiny braid of her own hair, wrapped around a purple crystal no bigger than a pea. "It has my magic in it. So if you get scared, you can hold it and remember that I believe in you VERY MUCH."
Knox's throat tightened. "Thanks, Dewdrop."
"Don't cry. If you cry, I'll cry, and then everyone will think we're weird."
"We ARE weird."
"But they don't need to KNOW that."
Elder Mirielle raised a hand, and the clearing fell silent.
"Knox Ashford, Demon of Shadowfen, Dragon-Bonded, Father of Dewdrop." Her voice carried impossibly well. "You have requested to address this council regarding the dungeon threat. Speak."
Knox took a deep breath.
"Three days ago, I killed, purified, the Corrupted Mossbark Guardian. Before it died, it showed me visions. A dungeon is forming in the deep swamp, maybe two miles northeast of my territory. It's the source of the corruption that infected the Guardian, and it's spreading."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Several elders exchanged worried glances.
"The corruption will continue to grow," Knox continued. "More creatures will be infected. The land itself will sicken. If we don't stop it at the source, eventually there won't be a Shadowfen left, just dungeon."
"And what do you propose?" Mirielle asked. "Dungeons are not simple problems. They cannot be wished away or negotiated with."
"I know." Knox squared his shoulders. "I propose to enter the dungeon and destroy whatever is generating the corruption. Cut off the head, and the body dies."
The murmurs became outright discussion. Knox heard fragments: ", insane, " ", just one demon, " ", but the Guardian, " ", evolution, "
Mirielle silenced them with a gesture. "You would enter a dungeon alone? At level ten? Do you understand what you're suggesting?"
"I understand it's dangerous. I understand the odds aren't great." Knox met her eyes. "But I also understand that doing nothing guarantees destruction. At least this way, there's a chance."
"A small chance."
"Better than none." He paused, thinking about how to explain it in terms they'd understand. "When a building has foundation problems, you don't just hope they go away. You either address them, or you watch the whole structure collapse. The dungeon is a foundation problem. If we leave it, everything built on top of it, the Grove, my territory, the whole region, comes down."
Several elders looked thoughtful at the construction metaphor.
Mirielle studied him for a long moment. Then she turned to address the council.
"The demon speaks truth. Our scouts have confirmed the corruption's spread, it advances roughly a hundred feet per day. At current rates, it will reach Grove territory within two months." She paused. "We have survived many threats. But a dungeon... a dungeon is different."
An elder to her left spoke up. "What resources can we offer? If the demon is determined to attempt this foolishness, we should at least give him tools."
"Information," another elder suggested. "Our archives contain records of dungeon incursions past. Strategies that worked. Warnings about what didn't."
"Charms," a third added. "Protection against corruption, stamina restoration, emergency healing. We have stockpiles."
Knox felt something loosen in his chest. They weren't dismissing him. They were trying to help.
"I'll take whatever you can offer," he said. "And I'll do everything in my power to stop this threat."
Mirielle nodded slowly. "The council will deliberate and provide what aid we can. But Knox Ashford..." Her expression was grave. "You should know that no one has ever cleared a dungeon alone. Not at any level. The creatures within are endless, the challenges designed to overwhelm. If you enter that place, you may not return."
"I know."
"And you'll go anyway."
"I have to." Knox glanced at Dewdrop on his shoulder, at Nyx behind him. "I have people counting on me. A family to protect. Running isn't an option."
The council deliberated for another hour, but Knox barely heard it. His mind was already in the dungeon, planning, strategizing, preparing for what was to come.
He didn't notice Nyx's silence. Didn't feel the conflict building in her mind.
Not yet.
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## Day 54
The first attack came at dawn.
Knox was reinforcing the cave entrance, adding layers of hardened stone that would make siege warfare a headache for anything trying to break in, when his Demonic Presence flared. A warning. Something hostile approaching fast.
He spun, fire already gathering in his hands,
And found himself facing a nightmare.
The creature had probably been a Marshfang Serpent once. Now it was something else entirely. Corruption pulsed through its body, purple-black veins distorting its form into impossible angles. Extra eyes had sprouted across its head, all of them glowing with mindless hunger. Its mouth was wrong, too wide, too full of teeth, dripping with caustic venom.
It was also heading straight for the cave.
Straight for home.
"NYX!"
She burst from the entrance, shadow-breath already building. The corrupted serpent veered toward her, toward the larger threat, and Knox hit it from behind with a concentrated beam of Chaos Fire.
The creature screamed. The corruption tried to absorb his magic, but his evolved flames were too intense, too chaotic. They burned through the resistance and into the flesh beneath.
Nyx's shadow-breath hit a moment later, and the serpent came apart in pieces.
They stood over the dissolving corpse, breathing hard.
"That came from the dungeon," Knox said. "The corruption is spawning creatures now. Sending them out."
*Yes.* Nyx's mental voice was troubled. *And it came HERE. To our territory. Our HOME.*
"It sensed us, maybe. Or it's just spreading in all directions."
*Either way, this changes things.* She turned to look at him, ember eyes intense. *Knox, we need to talk.*
---
They flew to a nearby ridge, Nyx's wings were finally strong enough to carry Knox short distances, though she complained about his "excessive demon weight" the entire time. From there, they could see their territory spread out below: the cave, the Grove in the distance, the paths they'd carved through the swamp.
Their home.
Knox examined it with a builder's eye. The defenses he'd constructed over the past weeks. The drainage channels to prevent flooding. The reinforced walls, the layered barriers, the emergency escape routes. He'd built this place from nothing, and it was good work. Solid work.
Work that could all be undone if the dungeon wasn't stopped.
*More will come,* Nyx said without preamble. *That serpent was a scout, or an accident. But as the dungeon grows, more corrupted creatures will emerge. They will spread. They will attack.*
"I know. That's why I need to stop it at the source."
*Yes. You do.* She was quiet for a moment. *But Knox... what happens to our territory while you are gone? To Dewdrop? To the Grove?*
Knox felt his stomach drop. He'd been so focused on the dungeon itself that he hadn't fully considered what he'd be leaving behind. He'd been planning the assault without considering the home front.
Bad construction management. You always needed to plan for what happened during the build, not just the build itself.
"The fairies have defenses. And Gerald, "
*Gerald is a fish. A helpful fish, but still a fish.* Nyx's tail lashed. *The fairies are brave but small. If a corrupted apex predator attacks while you are in the dungeon, who will stop it?*
"I..." Knox trailed off. She was right. The Grove's defenses were designed for normal threats, not dungeon-spawned nightmares.
*I have been thinking about this since the council meeting,* Nyx continued. *Running scenarios. Calculating threats.* Her mental voice was heavy. *And I have reached a conclusion I do not like.*
"Nyx, "
*You must go to the dungeon alone.*
The words hit Knox like a physical blow. "What? No. We're partners. We fight together."
*We ARE partners. And partners sometimes must divide responsibilities.* She turned to face him fully, her massive form blocking out the sky. *You are the only one who can enter the dungeon and have a chance of stopping it. Your evolution, your Chaos Fire, your ability to purify corruption, you are uniquely suited for this task.*
"And you?"
*I am uniquely suited to protect our home.* Her voice was fierce, certain. *I am the largest predator in this region now. My shadow-breath can destroy corrupted creatures. My presence alone will deter most threats.* She pressed her forehead against his chest. *If we both go to the dungeon, there is no one left to guard what we have built. Dewdrop. The Grove. Everything we have fought for, vulnerable.*
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"Nyx, I can't ask you to stay behind while I, "
*You are not asking. I am TELLING.* Her ember eyes blazed. *Do you think I WANT this? Do you think I want to watch you walk into that darkness alone? Every instinct I have screams to go with you, to fight beside you, to burn anything that threatens you.*
She pulled back, and Knox saw something he'd never seen in her before: fear. Real, visceral fear.
*But I am not just your partner anymore. I am Dewdrop's sister. I am part of this Grove's defense. I have responsibilities beyond following you into danger.* Her voice cracked. *And if I go with you, and something attacks while we are both gone...*
"Dewdrop," Knox whispered.
*Yes. Our daughter. Our tiny, fragile, impossibly brave daughter who cannot defend herself against corrupted monsters.* Nyx's tail wrapped around his leg, squeezing tight. *I will not leave her unprotected. I CANNOT.*
Knox was silent for a long moment, processing. Part of him wanted to argue, to insist they face the dungeon together, as they'd faced everything else. But Nyx was right. They weren't just two creatures anymore. They had people depending on them. Responsibilities.
You couldn't build a structure if you let the foundation crumble while you worked on the walls.
"You've really thought about this."
*Extensively. I have done little else since the council meeting.* She sighed, a sound like wind through a furnace. *I do not like this plan. I HATE this plan. But it is the correct plan.*
"And if I don't come back?"
*Then I will raise Dewdrop. Protect the territory. Honor your memory.* Her voice hardened. *But you WILL come back. Because if you do not, I will enter that dungeon myself and drag your soul out of whatever afterlife claims it. Am I clear?*
Despite everything, Knox felt himself smile. "Crystal clear."
*Good.* She bumped her head against his chest again, hard enough to rock him backward. *Now stop looking at me like that. This is difficult enough without you being emotional.*
"I'm not being emotional."
*You are. I can feel it through the bond. It is very inconvenient.*
"Sorry for having feelings about potentially never seeing you again."
*Apology noted but not accepted. Your feelings are your own problem.*
But through the bond, Knox felt her own emotions, the terror she was trying to hide, the fierce love she wouldn't name, the desperate hope that this wasn't goodbye.
"I love you too," he said quietly.
*I did not say, I was not, * She sputtered, dignity thoroughly compromised. *You are impossible.*
"So I've been told."
*By me. I have told you this. Repeatedly.*
"And you're usually right."
*I am ALWAYS right.* But she pressed closer, her warmth surrounding him. *Come back to me, Knox. Come back to us. Build that home you keep talking about. Do not leave your foundation unfinished.*
"I'll come back."
*Promise.*
"Promise."
They stayed on the ridge until sunset, watching their home from above, memorizing every detail.
It might be the last time Knox saw it.
But he chose to believe otherwise.
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## Day 55-58: Preparation
The days that followed blurred together in a haze of preparation.
The fairies delivered their promised aid: twelve healing potions, each glowing with concentrated life energy. An anti-corruption charm that hung heavy around Knox's neck, pulsing with protective magic. Stamina restoration crystals. A night vision charm that made his already-enhanced demon sight practically supernatural.
And information. So much information.
Knox spent hours in the Grove's archives, studying accounts of past dungeon incursions. Most ended in failure, entire parties wiped out, survivors driven mad, corrupted creatures escaping to plague the surface. But a few had succeeded. A few had found weaknesses, exploited them, survived.
He took notes. He planned. He built mental maps of what to expect based on survivors' accounts.
The corruption type was different from historical dungeons, more aggressive, more... hungry. But the basic principles should hold. Dungeons had cores. Destroy the core, destroy the dungeon. Simple in theory.
Catastrophically difficult in practice.
Gerald appeared regularly during his preparations, hovering nearby with his tiny arms crossed in what Knox had learned to read as supervisory concern.
"I know," Knox told him on day six. "I know you're worried."
Gerald made a complicated series of gestures involving much arm-waving and fin-fluttering.
"I'll be careful. Well, as careful as someone can be while deliberately entering a death dungeon."
More gestures. Emphatic ones.
"Yes, I promise to come back. Everyone's making me promise. I'm starting to think you all have coordination."
Gerald's expression clearly communicated that OF COURSE they had coordination, they were family, family coordinated when someone was being stupid.
"I appreciate the support."
The fish executed a barrel roll that somehow conveyed both affection and exasperation.
---
On day seven, Dewdrop found him.
He was sitting at the cave entrance, reviewing his supply checklist for the fifteenth time, when a tiny weight landed on his shoulder.
"Papa."
"Hey, sweetheart."
"You're leaving tomorrow."
"Yeah."
Dewdrop was uncharacteristically quiet. Through their bond, Knox could feel her emotions, a storm of fear, love, and determined bravery that was almost painful in its intensity.
"I don't want you to go," she said finally. "I know you HAVE to go, and I know it's IMPORTANT, and I know you're very strong and brave and you'll probably be FINE, but..." Her tiny voice cracked. "But I just got a Papa. And I don't want to lose you already."
Knox's heart shattered into approximately ten thousand pieces.
"Come here."
He cupped his hands, and she flew into them, curling up against his palms. She was so small. So fragile. So utterly dependent on him for safety and love.
"I'm coming back," he said. "I promise."
"You HAVE to promise. Cross your heart. For real. Forever and always."
"Cross my heart. For real. Forever and always." He lifted her to eye level, meeting her enormous purple eyes. "Dewdrop, listen to me. I survived a murder-swamp. I bonded with a dragon. I adopted the bravest fairy in the world. Do you really think some stupid dungeon is going to stop me from coming home to my family?"
"...No?"
"That's right. Nothing is going to stop me. Not monsters, not corruption, not anything." He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll come back. And when I do, we'll have a party. With sparkles."
"LOTS of sparkles?"
"ALL the sparkles."
"And honey cakes?"
"Mountains of honey cakes."
Dewdrop sniffled, then straightened with fairy determination. "Okay. Okay, I believe you. But Papa?" She reached into her tiny dress and produced something, a small packet wrapped in leaves. "I made you honey cakes. For the dungeon. Because you'll get hungry, and hungry Papas don't fight as well."
Knox took the packet with trembling hands. It weighed almost nothing.
"Dewdrop..."
"Don't eat them all at once! Save some for when you're really scared! Honey cakes make scary things better!"
"I will. I'll save them for when I need them most."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She hugged his thumb, all she could reach, with all her tiny might.
"I love you, Papa. Come back soon."
"I love you too, Dewdrop. Be good for Nyx."
"No promises!"
Despite everything, Knox laughed. That was his daughter, chaos energy in a tiny package, refusing to guarantee good behavior even when saying goodbye.
She flew off to find Nyx, leaving Knox alone with his thoughts and a packet of fairy-made honey cakes.
He added them to his supplies.
Critical supplies.
The most critical.
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## Day 59: Last Night
The night before departure, Knox couldn't sleep.
He lay near the fire, staring at the cave ceiling he'd reinforced and improved over the past weeks. Good stonework. Solid structure. The kind of work that would last decades if properly maintained.
If he didn't come back, someone would need to maintain it.
*You are brooding,* Nyx observed. She was curled around him, her massive body creating a protective barrier against the world. *It is very loud.*
*Sorry. Can't turn it off.*
*I did not ask you to turn it off. I merely observed.* She shifted, her head coming to rest near his. *Tell me what you are thinking.*
*I'm thinking about foundations.* Knox's hand found Dewdrop's good luck charm, still tucked in his pocket. *About what I'm leaving behind. About whether it's enough.*
*You have built well,* Nyx said. *The cave is defensible. The Grove alliance is strong. Our daughter is protected. Your foundations are solid.*
*Are they? I've only been here two months. Everything I've built could collapse without me to maintain it.*
*Incorrect.* Her tail curled tighter around him. *You built things that last. That is your nature, you do not construct temporary structures. You build for permanence.*
*You sound very sure.*
*I am. I have watched you work. Every stone you place, every wall you reinforce, you build as if the structure must outlast you. As if someone else will inherit it.* Her ember eyes found his. *This is a good quality in a partner. In a father.*
Knox was quiet for a moment.
*I'm scared, Nyx.*
*I know. I can feel it.*
*Not of dying. Not really. I'm scared of... of leaving you. Of leaving Dewdrop. Of being in that dungeon, in the dark, and knowing that if I fail, I'll never see you again.*
*Then do not fail.* Her voice was fierce. *Do whatever you must. Break whatever rules apply. Burn whatever stands in your way. And COME HOME.*
*That simple?*
*That simple.* She pressed her forehead against his. *You are mine, Knox Ashford. I do not accept loss. I do not permit failure. You will return because I have decided it, and dragons always get what they want.*
*Is that how it works?*
*Yes. This is dragon logic. It is superior to other forms of logic.*
Knox laughed, a real laugh, surprising even himself. *I love you.*
*I know. It is one of your better qualities.* But through the bond, he felt her answering love, fierce and endless as the shadows she breathed. *Now sleep. Tomorrow you have a dungeon to destroy. You will need your rest.*
*Yes ma'am.*
*Do not call me that.*
*Yes, your scaliness.*
*That is worse.*
*Your terrifying majesty?*
*...Acceptable. But only in private.*
Knox closed his eyes, one hand on Nyx's scales, the other clutching Dewdrop's charm.
Tomorrow, everything changed.
But tonight, he was home.
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## Day 60: Departure
The morning of departure arrived with unsettling calm.
Knox stood at the edge of his territory, fully equipped. The fairy charms hung around his neck. The potions were secured in a pack. His spear, improved and enhanced, rested across his back. Dewdrop's honey cakes were tucked safely away in the most protected pocket he had.
Behind him, the people he was leaving stood in solemn formation.
Nyx, massive and magnificent, her ember eyes burning with emotions she refused to name.
Dewdrop, perched on Nyx's head, clutching a tiny flower she'd picked "for good luck" and refusing to cry even though Knox could feel her tears through their bond.
Lira, hovering with a contingent of fairy scouts, ready to escort him to the edge of known territory. Her expression was professional, but her eyes held something softer.
Gerald, doing anxious loops in the air, his tiny arms wringing in worry.
"This is it," Knox said, turning to face them.
*This is temporary,* Nyx corrected. *You are leaving. You will return. End of story.*
"That's the plan."
*It is not a plan. It is a CERTAINTY.* She stepped forward, pressing her forehead against his chest. *You are mine, Knox Ashford. Death itself cannot have you without my permission. And I do not grant it.*
"Possessive until the end."
*Always.* She pulled back, and her eyes were fierce. *Now go. Stop the dungeon. And come home.*
Dewdrop flew down to land on his shoulder for one last moment. "Don't forget," she whispered. "You promised. Cross your heart."
"Cross my heart."
"And the honey cakes."
"And the honey cakes."
"And tell the dungeon, "
"You'll kick it. I remember." Knox lifted her gently, pressing a kiss to her tiny forehead. "Be good for Nyx. Don't cause too much trouble."
"No promises."
He set her back on Nyx's head, where she belonged. His daughter. His fierce, brave, impossible daughter.
Gerald swooped in for his own goodbye, executing a complex series of gestures that Knox interpreted as "don't die, I have you scheduled for security consultation next month."
"I'll be there. Don't let the food distribution system collapse while I'm gone."
The fish's expression clearly communicated that he would DIE before letting the food distribution system collapse.
Lira approached last, her expression professional despite the weight of unspoken things between them. "Ready?"
"No. Let's go anyway."
She smiled. "That's the spirit."
Knox turned away from everything he'd built, everything he loved, and started walking toward the dungeon.
He didn't look back.
If he looked back, he might not have the strength to keep going.
But through the bond, he felt them, Nyx's fierce certainty, Dewdrop's brave fear. Two lights in his consciousness, reminding him what he was fighting for.
*Come back,* Nyx sent, one last time.
*Always,* Knox replied.
And then he was gone, swallowed by the swamp, heading toward the wound in reality that threatened everything he loved.
---
The journey to the dungeon took most of the day.
The corruption was visible long before Knox reached the source, dead trees with blackened bark, pools of sickly green water, patches of ground that seemed to rot as he watched. His Corruption's Bane title helped, providing resistance to the ambient taint, but he could still feel it pressing against him.
Like structural damage spreading through a building. Load-bearing elements compromised, secondary systems failing, the whole structure groaning toward collapse.
Wrong. Everything about this place was wrong.
The fairy scouts left him at the edge of the corrupted zone, their magic unable to penetrate further. Lira lingered longest, her expression tight.
"Good luck," she said. "Don't do anything stupid."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Liar." But she smiled. "Kill something ugly for me."
"Done."
She flew off, and Knox was alone.
He continued forward, through air that tasted like decay, over ground that squelched with unnatural moisture. His Demonic Presence kept the lesser corrupted creatures at bay, but he could feel them watching. Waiting.
And then, finally, he saw it.
The dungeon entrance.
It was a cave mouth, roughly twenty feet across, set into a hillside that hadn't existed a month ago. The stone around it was twisted, malformed, carved with symbols that hurt to look at. Purple-black light pulsed from within, casting shadows that moved on their own.
The mana here was wrong. Inverted. Like reality itself had been turned inside out.
Knox examined the entrance with a builder's eye. The stone was compromised, not structurally, but fundamentally. Whatever was inside had corrupted the very material of the world, turning solid rock into something that obeyed different rules.
This wasn't just a dungeon.
This was a wound in reality.
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[DUNGEON LOCATED: THE SPREADING WOUND]
[THREAT LEVEL: EXTREME]
[FLOORS: UNKNOWN]
[BOSS COUNT: UNKNOWN]
[CORRUPTION STATUS: ACTIVE AND GROWING]
[RECOMMENDED LEVEL: 25+]
[YOUR CURRENT LEVEL: 10]
[SURVIVAL PROBABILITY: 18%]
[NOTE: YOU'RE REALLY DOING THIS, AREN'T YOU]
[SECONDARY NOTE: OF COURSE YOU ARE]
[TERTIARY NOTE: FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, I BELIEVE IN YOU]
[QUATERNARY NOTE: PROBABLY]
[QUINTARY NOTE: GOOD LUCK, KNOX]
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Knox stood at the threshold, looking into the darkness that waited.
Somewhere behind him, his family waited too.
He reached into his pocket and felt the weight of Dewdrop's charm. Her magic, warm against his skin. Her faith, carried with him into the dark.
"Okay," he said to no one. "Let's see what you've got."
And he stepped inside.
---
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[END OF CHAPTER 10]
[END OF FOREST ARC]
[KNOX ASHFORD - STATUS UPDATE]
LEVEL: 10
RACE: DEMON (EVOLVED VARIANT)
EQUIPMENT:
? Enhanced Spear
? Fairy Healing Potions (x12)
? Anti-Corruption Charm
? Stamina Restoration Charm
? Night Vision Charm
? Dewdrop's Good Luck Charm (CRITICAL)
? Dewdrop's Honey Cakes (MOST CRITICAL)
DESTINATION: THE SPREADING WOUND (DUNGEON)
RECOMMENDED LEVEL: 25+
ACTUAL LEVEL: 10
SURVIVAL PROBABILITY: 18%
FAMILY STATUS:
? Nyx: Guarding Territory (worried but fierce)
? Dewdrop: Being Brave (mostly)
? Gerald: Managing Affairs (tiny arms working overtime)
? Lira: Feelings Complicated (development ongoing)
[NEXT CHAPTER: DUNGEON ARC BEGINS]
[SYSTEM NOTE: FOREST ARC COMPLETE]
[SECONDARY NOTE: 60 DAYS FROM MUD PUDDLE TO DUNGEON DELVER]
[TERTIARY NOTE: NOT BAD FOR A GUY WHO SLIPPED ON A BANANA PEEL]
[QUATERNARY NOTE: THE REAL CHALLENGE STARTS NOW]
[QUINTARY NOTE: WE'RE ROOTING FOR YOU]
[SENARY NOTE: DON'T TELL ANYONE WE SAID THAT]
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