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Slow Heat
Alternate Ending – I Will Fear No Evil, Part 1
This alternate ending happens directly off chapter 32. It was fun (and a relief, actually) for me to write this alternate ending, it made me happy and I am sure it will make you happy as well. As always, enjoy, and please don't forget to leave a review!
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Zuko
I swerved around my sister's corpse and rushed over to Katara's side. Please be alive, my love. If Azula had managed to pull off one last shameful deed...
“She's breathing, but just barely. Her shoulder is heavily damaged.” the Head Sage whispered as he looked up at me. “One of the others is already on his way to fetch the physician.”
I took her into my arms, feeling the electricity in her body. Closing my eyes and concentrating, I was able to guide the excess energy out of her body, and her heartbeat became steadier. She twitched a bit, and I held her close, whispering to her, keeping her focused on my voice as I ignored the burning roof around us.
“Zu...” Her eyelids fluttered open for a moment.
“Yes. Stay here with me.” I stroked her hair, praying to Agni that she wouldn't die. I could feel her burn under my hand and winced. It was going to be a deep scar.
“My lord!” I heard a voice. I looked up to see Yan Jue Sylid, the man who had been physician to the family ever since I was a small boy. I had always liked him, and he had been the one to attend to me after I was burned.
“I heard what happened. Here. Let's take her to the infirmary.” Sylid said. I noticed that the monk who had gone for him carried a stretcher under one arm. Gently, Katara was lifted onto it and carried away. I followed them, staying close to Sylid, the blood pounding in my ears.
She did not stir as Sylid and his nurses bustled about, attending to her. Her shirt was removed and aloe rubbed onto her wound – she was out cold and did not stir at the pain – before bandages and an ice-bag were applied. Sylid checked her heartbeat and breathing.
“Both are normal. The burn was severe, and the shock must be responsible for her unconsciousness. She needs rest. As soon as she is able to drink, I will administer some painkillers.” He looked down and shook his head slowly. “I didn't think I had seen a worse burn than yours, until...” His eyes flicked downward.
“Just take care of her.” Even though I had defeated my sister, I might still have my father to face if the White Lotus failed in their mission. All the servants deferred to me and Azula's body was properly cleaned and interred, but I knew that this peace was temporary. I remained wary of the servants and guards because officially, I was still a traitor of the Fire Nation.
But news that evening, carried by messenger-hawk, said that Avatar Aang had defeated the Fire Lord, and that I was now the Fire Lord. He and the White Lotus would be coming here, with my father as prisoner.
Two days passed and Katara did not wake, or stay awake long enough. I had a myriad of responsibilities to take on now that I was Fire Lord, but I spent every free moment at her side, holding her hand, talking to her, pleading with her to wake up.
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4 Days ASC
Katara
There was a dull, throbbing pain somewhere in my consciousness, and I groaned softly as I opened my eyes. It was dark, and as I gazed around, all I saw was a glowing lamp. Everything else was in shadows. Was I in the land of the spirits? I stared ahead for a while, not even sure if I had a body or not. It felt so numb – aside the pain – as if I no longer had one.
Slowly, I started to feel my own heart beating. Then I turned my head slightly, and wiggled my fingers and then toes. I was alive. If this wasn't a spirit body that felt things, that was. Hmm.
After a while, I managed to sit up. I looked down at myself, noticing a plain but comfortable cream-colored linen tunic and matching loose pants. I had been sleeping on a thick mat with a comfortable blanket pulled up to my waist. I had lifted with my right arm, so didn't notice that the pain was in my left shoulder right away as I sat there for a while, letting the rush of blood to my head subside. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed the outline of a body sleeping on another mat and craned forward to see who it was. Aang.
I trembled for a moment. After what had happened on Ember Island, I was almost afraid to face him. I wiggled my legs for a few moments before attempting to get up on my feet. How long had I been out? Had the Avatar defeated the Fire Lord? Where was I? My heart started pounding, and a wave of dizziness crashed over me, causing my knees to buckle.
A pair of hands wrapped around me, keeping me from falling. I was about to scream when I was gently shushed by a woman about twice my age. “You're in the infirmary, my dear. Everything's okay. Come and lay down, and I'll get you some water.”
She sounded so nice that I relaxed, letting her lay me back down. She had a red tunic and matching pants, and I stared at her wonderingly. She disappeared into the shadows for a moment before coming with a pitcher and a cup. She poured some water into the cup and brought it to my lips. I was thirstier than I thought and greedily drank the entire contents. When she poured another cup, I reached out with my left hand so I could hold the cup myself. Pain exploded through my body and I stifled a scream, giving out a choked gasp.
“Oh dear. You poor dear. Yes. I'll go get some numb-pain. That's quite the burn you have.”
Burn? What? My shoulder? How had it happened? I saw flashes of Azula, Zuko, and myself. It was a jumble of events, and I was unable to register the proper order. You'll feel better when you're not distracted from the pain, I told myself. The woman added some powder to my cup before she poured water in it.
“Here. Drink this, it dulls the pain. And if you like, I can give you some sleeping herbs.”
“Not right now.” I whispered as I let her pour the medicine down my throat.
“Sure. How about some food?”
“You're so nice.” I murmured. She chuckled softly.
“I'm a nurse, it's my job to be nice to everyone. Of course, I'm nice because it's nice, too.”
“Where am I? I mean, where is this infirmary?”
“In the Fire Lord's Palace, of course. Don't you remember what happened?”
“I... It's confusing.”
“That's okay, dear. You suffered a terrible wound. You've been out for a while now. For a while we were worried you wouldn't come out of it. You've been drifting up and down for a bit, but we kept you at peace with some sleeping herbs. You went through quite the shock, figuratively and literally.”
Dimly, I remembered being spoon-fed, or having my hand squeezed. “Out of what? What happened to me? How long have I been out?”
“Relax. You've suffered a terrible burn to your shoulder, but Sylid has been doing a great job of taking care of it. You might not be able to use your arm for a bit, but you'll be fine. You've been out for four days.”
Four days...? Goodness. Zuko? Where was he?
“Zuko...?” I murmured.
“Yes. The Fire Lord wanted to know as soon as you were awake. I will go send the message now.”
“Wait.” I reached out with my other hand. She paused.
“It's late at night. I'm sure the Fire Lord needs his rest.”
“He was rather insistent that he be informed immediately.”
I sat back as she poured me another cup of water before informing one of the guards.
“Thank you.” I lay my head back on the pillow and let out a quiet sigh, closing my eyes.
I felt a hand on my own, squeezing gently. My eyelids fluttered open, and I looked into Zuko's eyes.
“Hi.” I whispered.
“Hello.” His hand squeezed mine again. I squeezed back. Remembering Aang, I looked over. He was still sleeping, his back to us. I glanced back at Zuko, and he shrugged slightly.
“When he saw that you were hurt... well, we agreed to set aside our conflict for the time being. He came here just yesterday evening, with the White Lotus.”
The pain in my shoulder was terrible, but his words were a bigger comfort than I had expected. If they had been able to set it aside, wonderful.
“How do you feel?”
“After four days, I don't know.” I murmured. He nodded.
“The nurses were massaging your limbs to keep the muscles loose and the blood flowing. They were able to feed you water as well, which Sylid said was a good sign. Pakku would have healed you by now, but he and a few other members of the White Lotus lingered behind to help people along the way. A message was sent to him to have him come as soon as possible...” He trailed off.
“Sylid?”
“The royal physician. You'll like him.” We spoke in whispers so as to not wake Aang.
“Sokka and Dad?” I murmured.
“All our guests are set up in the guest wing. Your father and brother are safe.”
“And what about Iroh and Toph?”
“We had some injuries, but nobody on our side died.”
“Thank the spirits.”
“Indeed.” he murmured. We stared at one another for a while. There was so much we wanted to say, but we didn't have the privacy.
“Could we take a walk?” I whispered. I wanted to stretch out my legs and have a moment alone with him.
“Do you think you can do it?”
“Yes. Just help me up, please. Mind the shoulder.”
The nurse started to protest, but Zuko was firm. I leaned onto him, having been helped into a pair of slippers by said nurse. I felt safe with Zuko's arm wrapped around my middle, and leaned into him, drawing intense reassurance from his presence. I had almost died! Things were a bit clearer now, and I now understood how I had gotten into this predicament. The throbbing of my shoulder reminded me what she had done to me. But if Bato could carry his sizable scar with pride, then I could. I had faced the Princess of the Fire Nation and survived.
“What happened to Azula...?” I managed to whisper.
“She fell off a rooftop when trying to kill me and broke her neck.”
“Hmm.” At least she wouldn't be a threat to anyone.
“The Fire Lord? I mean, Ozai...”
“Held in the Imperial Dungeon.”
“Okay. So... we really, truly won?”
“You better believe it.” He smiled at me. I smiled back faintly. The hallway was dark, but he led us on with slow but sure steps to a large window that overlooked the gardens. We sat on a bench placed near the window, and I was glad to sit down, that short walk had felt like a uphill hike to me.
“I was so worried about you. When I saw you laying there, not moving...” I heard him whisper.
“Oh, Zuko.” I know that if the situation had been reversed... I reached out for his hand, squeezing it.
“I have a bedroom prepared for you. Sylid wanted to keep you in the infirmary, but now that you're better, I want to have you moved to a private room.”
“Private for us?” I teased.
“Not right now, we have your shoulder to think about.” he shot back.
“What about Aang?” I asked tentatively. He sighed softly.
“He will just have to deal with it. He already has his room, but he insisted on sleeping next to you in case you woke up. And since you're the woman who saved my life...”
“Saved your life?” I asked. He touched his upper stomach and I nodded as I remembered.
“Nobody can object to my giving you a room, or having you here as my guest or Ambassador of the Water Tribes. I am the Fire Lord, and whatever I say goes.”
I smiled faintly before I kissed his cheek.
“How does it feel to be Fire Lord?”
“Sometimes I cannot believe it. As if this is all a dream and I will wake up to find myself in exile.”
“Do I need to pinch you to make sure you're not dreaming?”
“Well, if you kiss me...” he whispered. I smiled and reached up with my right hand, tugging his collar. Obligingly he lowered his head, and I pressed my lips against his. We lingered like this for several long moments, savoring one another's presence.
“Mmm. This is not a dream, after all.” He stroked my cheek.
“I'd hope not.” I snuggled closer, and he kept his arm around me, careful of my shoulder. Now that Zuko was Fire Lord, I was well aware that things had changed. It had been easy to be together in exile, but he was now the Fire Lord. I hoped that this wouldn't impact our relationship in a negative way. I almost hoped we were still in exile, just the two of us. But I did not want to voice such concerns, not during this quiet and comfortable moment. We cuddled for a while more before he looked down at me.
“We both need our rest. I'll take you back to the infirmary.”
I let out a disappointed sigh, and he smiled faintly.
“I know.”
“Can we stay out here a bit longer?”
“Of course, Tara.”
We sat on the bench, looking outside before he helped me back to the infirmary.
“I was wondering where you two were. You've been gone a while.” The nurse sounded rather good-natured about it, though.
“Questioning the Fire Lord, Kuki?” Zuko asked in a slightly dry tone.
“Far from it for me to scold the Fire Lord. Katara's still my patient, though.”
“Don't scold her too much.”
“I shan't. Let's change these bandages, shall we? And I have a sling too, when you're ready to use it.”
“Thanks.” I let her lead me into what was apparently an examination room, several lamps providing the room with ample lighting. Shelves along one wall were stocked with bandages, salves, and various medical paraphernalia. Zuko remained at my side as Kuki helped me out of my tunic. I had thick straps of gauze wrapped around my breasts and shoulder to hold down the pad, and I swallowed nervously and glanced over at Zuko.
“Are you staying, my lord?” Kuki asked, regarding him with surprise.
“Yes.” He stared at her silently, and I hid a smile. So protective... not that I minded.
“I'm going to take off the pad to change it and apply fresh salve. It might hurt, though.”
“Hold on a moment. I need to speak with her.” Zuko said. Kuki moved aside and he leaned down.
“Now that you're conscious, you should be able to heal yourself, right?”
“Yes, but it takes a lot of concentration.” I murmured. I felt tired again and knew that I could not focus just now. “I'll be ready to do it in the morning.”
“You sure?” he asked gently. I nodded.
“Do you want Kuki to go ahead and attend to you?”
“Yeah.”
“Very well.” He squeezed my hand and moved back so Kuki could work. Gently she unwrapped the bandages, and I squeezed my eyes shut and stifled a scream as I felt her remove the sticky pad from my shoulder. Even though I had been given painkiller, it did not block the searing edge of pain I felt as the air hit my burning flesh. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Zuko and looked over my shoulder. This act stretched the skin along my neck and shoulder, and I winced again at the fresh burst of pain as I tried to not cry, looking over at him. His face was expressionless, and I felt my heart pound as Kuki gently wiped the pus and goo from my burn and cleaned it. It was hard to not scream, because even the lightest brush of her fingers hurt, and I chewed on my lip as she rubbed aloe lotion into it before she applied a fresh pad. What did Zuko think of what he had seen? I felt very self-conscious now.
She helped me back into my tunic and created a makeshift sling for me before giving me some more water to drink. I sat there in silence and sipped it as Zuko sat by and Kuki busied herself with some chores. She must have given me more painkiller or a sedative, because I started to feel woozy after I finished my drink, and let out a big yawn.
“We should both be getting back to sleep.” he said softly. I let my gaze move up and down his form. He was clad in a fine red silk robe and pants with matching slippers, his hair pulled back in a bun with the Fire Nation crown pinned into the topknot. I didn't like his hair in that knot and longed to see his hair hanging around his face freely in that mop-head I had come to know and love. It was just a reminder of how our lives had changed.
“I suppose.” I muttered. His face softened as he stared at me.
“I know how you feel. But we'll have breakfast in the morning. Just the two of us?”
“Promise?” I asked with a small smile.
“I swear it upon my honor.” he replied. I smiled and slid off the stool that Kuki had directed me to and approached him. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly, and I hugged back with my good arm.
“Good night, Zuko. I love you.” I whispered.
“Sweet dreams, Tara. I love you.”
Just hearing him say that made me feel all wonderful and warm inside. As he left, Kuki bowed. After having known Zuko on such a casual level for so long, it felt a bit strange seeing people bow to him even though I knew that he was royalty from the first day I had encountered him.
I let Kuki feed me some hot broth even though I wasn't hungry, and let her lead me back to bed. I wanted to insist that I was a big girl, but she was my nurse and it felt nice to be cared for.
I lay there after Kuki had fluffed up my pillow, thinking about the current circumstances. The War was over. We had won. It was almost impossible to believe that we had come to this point and actually be on the winning side. The War had killed my mother, and I had not known how Sozin's war would end. None of us did.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I stirred awake to more pain when I tried to get up, and gave out a sharp whimper of pain before I could stop myself.
“Katara!” I heard someone whisper. I turned my head to see Aang. He was sitting up and glancing at me with concern. Before I could speak, he had already risen from the blankets and approached me.
“Hey.” I said softly.
“Hello.” He reached out to touch my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed back.
“How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do?”
“My shoulder hurts, but that's it. I heard I was out for a few days.”
“You already woke up before?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“Sometime this night. You were sleeping. The nurse changed my bandages and gave me some water, then I went back to sleep.” I murmured, tactfully avoiding mention of Zuko. “How have things been?”
“We've all been worried about you, of course. But other than that, we're just starting peace talks. Zuko signed Omashu back to Bumi almost as soon as they met. He made some agreements with Hakoda and Pakku regarding the Water Tribes. I have been meeting with them, and some Fire Nation nobles too. More people are coming, so we can really hammer out an agreement to benefit us all. You know, the... usual end-of-the-war stuff.”
“That's good.” I smiled faintly. I wondered if he was going to mention what happened between us, because I had no desire to. When I looked up, I noticed that he had shaved his head. He had looked cute with short, spiky black hair, but to me, he looked better the way he had looked when I had first met him. He was now draped in a comfortable orange-and-yellow silk outfit.
I struggled to sit up, mindful of my shoulder. He was quick to help me, placing his hand on my back and fluffing up the pillow for me.
I glanced down at my left hand, peeking out from the sling. I remember Zuko's head snapping up in surprise, his eyes widening as he saw something behind me, and then everything went black. How had I made it? My shoulder now had a deep burn – I could feel the pain seeping into my muscles. Oh, I wanted to heal it so badly!
As I glanced up at him, an idea struck me.
“Aang? Will you do something for me, please?”
“Of course, Katara. Anything you need.”
“I need to heal the burn. It will minimize the damage. But I will need help.”
“Count on it!”
His hands were slow and gentle as he helped me out of the sling and then tunic. I pressed the shirt to my chest, keeping myself well-covered as he unwrapped the bandages. Kuki must have been sleeping because she did not come in. I heard his sharp intake of breath.
“That bad, huh?”
“Well.” He sighed quietly.
“I know that I feel as bad as I am sure it looks. Damnit, it hurts to use my arm.” My hand was fine, but if I moved my elbow or shoulder, the muscles used for these would cause the burn to explode into another searing wave of agony.
“I have some water here.” He gestured to a pitcher I hadn't noticed before, on the small table next to his bed. I nodded slowly and sat quietly as I pulled my braid over my good shoulder so he could work.
“This reminds me of when you were healing me. And it was Azula who hurt me too.” he said as I felt the slight ripple of water on my back.
“Goodness, you're right.” I whispered with a smile. I remember how worried I had been about him, and how angry I had been at Zuko. I remember holding Aang in my arms, cradling him and trying to comfort him as I healed him. He had seemed so fragile there, and I had felt such protectiveness towards him. He really was my best friend, and I hoped that now our relationship might be on a mend.
“Okay, Katara. I have the water spread all over your burn.” he whispered. The coolness I felt around the edges of the large wound was evidence of his statement, so I cleared my mind and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. I had healed myself before, when Aang had accidentally burnt my hands. So I should be able to do this. I had healed Sokka and Iroh and Zuko amongst others... what a wonderful gift I had.
I felt him knead the water into the burn as my abilities took effect. The pain throbbed against the coolness I felt seeping into my skin, and I gritted my teeth, concentrating as I felt Aang maintain his hold onto the water. After several more moments of intense concentration, I felt the pain disappear, though my shoulder remained a bit stiff.
“Wow.” he murmured. I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder at him. This time, the action did not hurt, but I felt stiff skin along my shoulder and reached up with a hand to touch my shoulder blade, where the worst of the burn had been. I felt smooth, tight skin all along the blade, spreading to the top of my shoulder and left arm. The firm smoothness gave way to the usual light crinkles that came with burn scars. I could only see so much, and winced as I thought of how the full scar must look. It reminded me of Bato's own scar.
“Thank you.” I shuddered, starting to pull on the tunic quickly. The scar pulled around my shoulder, making it a bit harder to lift my arm. I would have to do stretching exercises, but that was better than dealing with the pain of a fresh burn I shifted around to face Aang and stared at him for a moment before I wrapped my arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.
“Katara?” he whispered before I felt his arms wrap around my middle. We remained like that for a bit, and I felt him rest his head on my shoulder. I felt him rub my back slightly and relaxed. I pulled away, and though he tried to hold on for just a moment more, he quickly let go.
“So...” He rubbed the back of his head as he glanced at me. We sat there in awkward silence for a few moments before I decided to speak.
“I was worried about you after you disappeared. I heard you defeated the Fire Lord. I'm so glad to see that you're safe.”
“Thanks.” He sighed softly before smiling faintly. “I... I went through a lot. That night, I felt something calling me, and so I went, and I met this ancient spirit and learned some things.”
“That must have been an incredible experience.” I said, inwardly relieved that he had disappeared because of a spirit, not because of me and Zuko.
“Yeah. It was.” He glanced down at his feet. “I didn't have to kill the Fire Lord. I just took away his Bending. I was able to defeat him without killing him.”
“I know how you've struggled with what you would do when you faced him.” I touched his shoulder. “See... you're a very good Avatar, after all.”
He smiled more widely before he stared at me solemnly. “Katara... I'm sorry for making you worry.”
“You did what you had to do.” I looked down. “I never wanted or meant to hurt you. I'm sorry.”
“I know. I thought of that while I was gone. I know you didn't tell me because you didn't want to hurt me and you let me down as gently as you could. It still hurts, though.”
“Again, I'm sorry. I do care for you, though. I hope we can still be friends.”
He nodded slowly. “Hey, how does your shoulder feel?”
“Oh, it's a bit stiff, but the pain's all gone.” I wiggled my shoulder and lifted my arm. “Where would I be without you?” I said to him with a big smile.
“It was the least I could do for you.” He wrapped his arms around me again.
o0o0o0o
Fire Lord Zuko
I waited in the private terrace that connected to the infirmary. There was a fountain nearby, and we were surrounded by foliage that was pleasant and gave a privacy screen. The terrace overlooked a pond, and was a wonderful place for patients to sit outside to get fresh air.
The small table was set with breakfast in covered dishes, and I smiled up at Katara as she emerged outside, approaching me. She looked beautiful in a high-collared red silk robe and matching slippers as she regarded me with a soft smile.
“Good morning, Fire Lord Zuko.” Katara said as she slid into her chair.
“Good morning to you too, Lady Katara.” I liked the sound of that, and from the smile on Katara's face, so did she. By the door a guard stood, and I had dismissed the servant who had set the table, I didn't need one of my staff hovering around us, anticipating our needs.
“I told the chef to make a few of our favorite dishes. Here's some sticky buns...” I said as I detected the faint scent of cinnamon from one of the dishes., “fire-dumplings, hard-boiled eggs... oh, and honeyed strawberries.”
“Sounds good.” She looked a bit worn, but her eyes glinted and her smile was happy and relaxed. For a while, we ate together in silence, enjoying the food, the surroundings, and one another's presence.
“I will have my servants take you to your new room. You can rest there in privacy, and I will assign guards outside your door. Kuki can take care of you if you need anything.”
“My burn is healed. I don't need a nurse, but thanks anyway.”
“All right then. There's also the library if you want to read some books, and doubtless everyone will want to see you.”
“Sure.” She shook her head slowly. “I almost can't believe that we're here, that the war is actually over.”
“I almost can't believe that I'm sitting here as Fire Lord. You missed my coronation, sorry.” I would have liked to hold it off, but an official coronation ceremony was vital as an event to mark the end of the War and the beginning of my reign, and had to be performed as quickly as possible after Ozai had been put forth in chains by the White Lotus, facing me as he stood there in his shackles, still looking defiant despite his loss of power.
“That's all right. I'm just glad to be here with you.” She reached across the table to take my hand, and I squeezed hers back.
“Oh Agni, when you were laying there, I was afraid you would never wake up again.”
“But I did.” She looked down at my hand, caressing it with her fingers. “We made it. You've been through a lot.”
“We've been through some of that together.” I retorted lightly. She nodded.
“Aang told me what you and him and everybody else has been doing. It's weird knowing I was out of it for so long.”
“Don't worry, you didn't miss much. And we'll all catch you up on what you need to know.”
“I figured.” She laughed softly. “Before this, we had been fighting Azula. And now I wake up and it's all over.”
We both laughed out loud at that.
“Later this afternoon, I can show you around the Palace.”
“That would be great.”
I couldn't agree any more. After seemingly endless meetings with various people – and fretting about Katara's condition whether or not I was at her bedside – I looked forward to an quiet afternoon. It would be an much-needed respite after several grueling days and nights. I would count the minutes.
Life on Ember Island had been so easy despite our worries about ending the war. Now I was the Fire Lord, and even though I was ruler of a mighty nation, I couldn't spend the time with Katara the way I used to. Guards and servants always hovered nearby and I had the constant press of courtiers as well as new-found allies to deal with. But I could go about in my day knowing that she was well. Her scar was healed – much to Sylid's own amazement – and after blushing under his exclamations of astonishment and awe, had agreed to heal his next patient so he could see the technique with his own eyes.
Breakfast was over before I knew it. The rigors of being Fire Lord helped me to appreciate Katara's company all the more. I stared down at the empty dishes for a moment as she poured out the last of the tea into our cups. I was loath to leave her side and already ached for her. The possibility of losing her, and fretting over her state of health in the infirmary had brought a rather keen sort of pain that would have been exacerbated by her death. I reached out and squeezed her hand again.
She squeezed my hand back, giving me one of her warm, loving smiles.
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