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Log: Move your dead bones

Log: Inside the Fire
Who: Jane, and Loki
Where: The Ironwoods maybe Asgard
What: Loki brings Jane back at a high cost.

He had had mortal lovers in the past, shit he had spent ages as a farmers maid back in the older days of the world when he was still young but already a man. He had spent his time on the farm as a woman until he grew bored before returning to Asgard. Loki generally tried not to bother with mortals their lives were too short to become emotionally attached too, but she was something else.

Lady Jane Foster, the wife of his brother Thor. Many years before Loki had gone down to Midgard with the intent to slaughter her, box her heart and bring it to Thor to make him suffer but he could not she had a brilliant mind, the two became friends and Loki started to open up to he. Jane helped heal Loki in ways no other could. She helped him fix his marriage and with the birth of his son Narvi all had seemed well and good everyone was happy and Loki had finally forgiven Odin and would bring his son to see his grandfather often.

Then the news came, Jane Foster, his sister in law and best friend was going to die. Her mortal heart could not hold out. Loki started to push his family away to spend what little time she had with her. Things inside of his mind not connecting right the friendship he had felt for her felt like more in his forming grief.

When the day came that he murdered her to save her from the pain coming something inside of him snapped. It had taken a lot of convincing to get permission to have Jane and her mother buried in Ironwoods. Maybe it was his grief that had convinced his former lover to let him bury the mortal and her mother in her woods.

Loki was already slipping then. It didn't take long before his mind went into forbidden places. He knew that sometimes they raised the dead during battle or even for knowlage but for such selfish reasons as refusing to be alone, even if he was not. She was not buried per-say as much laid inside a glass case much in the style of sleeping beauty with a spell cast upon her with the combined power of Loki and Sigyn to keep her from rotting. Loki had had to go to great lengths to make sure she was not embalmed. Still she would always be protected from decay because of the burial spell.

It was thundering and lighting over the great Ironwoods when Loki's persence hit the forest coming into the clearing where here body had been. The spirit inside of a necklace so not to have it vanish. He threw the heavy lid off of the coffin as rain poured down, the necklace placed upon the body before he set about preparing the spell.

Awhile later Loki feel to the ground gasping as smoke rolled from the beautiful glass case she had been meant to spend eternity in, he had used a great deal of magic to fuse the body and soul as one again and fix her heart as much as he could for now. In time it may need to be replaced but on the stormy night a sinful deed had been done. He had revived the love of his brothers life, the woman whom helped keep him together before. Now though, now he was too far gone for saving.

"Jane....Jane can you hear me?" He asked as he gasped from the ground trying to collect himself.

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Jane gasped.

And felt her heart clench painfully before it went away. She was talking with Hel, having a normal conversation... wasn't she? She was getting used to death, being dead, only seeing those she loved on occasion when they came down to visit, if they could. She hadn't seen Thor in months. So where was she...

The rain started to fall and she shivered. How long had it been since she truly felt anything? She was enough of a scientist to figure out that she was no longer dead. That something had happened. Did Odin, in pity of his sons, find a way to bring her back? Or did he make a deal with Hel and didn't tell anyone?

She sat up with shock when it hit her. She was alive.

And through the rain she saw...

"Loki?!"

Sitting up in the cold dark night the green eyes of his practically glew as the lightning crashed down near by. His lips curling into a wicked smile, pushing himself up off the ground he moved though in slugish steps to hold a hand out to her.

"Welcome back to the land of the living my dearest sister." He had never thought to ask Odin, never not once. He should have but he knew the Allfather was growing weak in his older age Loki wished not to kill the man with his selfish wants.

"Come, let us get you out of the rain before you catch your death again." He spoke softly standing at ready to help her down.

She took his hand, her whole body creaking from being in such a state. She licked her lips and something still felt off. Wrong. A few layers of wrong. She was not supposed to be here, something told her. It was not her time or it was past her time or something. To him, her skin would be like ice, and her grip would be weak.

"What do you mean?" she whispered. "How can... how am I alive again?"

Immediately, she worried. What had he done?

Ice he was used to, with his own randomly cooled skin. It felt wrong for her to be this cold, he pulled his cloak off once she was out of the coffin and wrapped it about her shoulders. His hands standing on her shoulders once the heavy material was laid over her, it was not his turn to become fully soaked in his leather and metal clothing.

"We found a way to bring you back, you will live your days now." He spoke as he started to move forward keeping his grip on her shoulders to force her along. "The Liesmith knows you must have many many questions but we can not answer them now." He spoke his words a little off though they sounded find to him.

"Come come, the storm grows worse."

She was already starting to shake from the wind and rain, but nodded and moved with him. No matter what he had done, she still trusted him—he was still Loki. She just didn't know where his mind was, or how fractured it was. The visits had helped... but she could still tell that he wasn't fixed. Far from it.

"Loki," she said, holding onto his arm for support. Her body was so slow she was used to being able to keep up with his strides. "Does anyone else know?"

She would have thought Thor would be here if he did.

Fixed no, he was quite far from it in fact he had steadily gotten worse. Though her visits brought him comfort and he would be able to face the world for a few hours and play with his young son and act as if he were getting better it was always after that few hours that he started thinking and thinking did no good in his state.

Feeling how slow she was going and her shaking Loki turned scooping the woman up in his arms. "We can not linger here. Angrboda will surly know we have been here and come to see whats happened. We must be gone." Oh that never sounded good or the fact that Loki started to run holding her in his arms in bridal style as he dashed through the woods as he used to do in the days Fenrir was a puppy. He expected to hear the wolves of the woods but he heard none only the thunder and his own heavy tired breathing.

"Not yet, no they cant know yet. We have to make sure you are better first. Then we can tell them. They will be very pleased with their Liesmith then."

She yelped when he suddenly lifted her up and started running, clinging to his shoulders. The storm was getting worse like he said, and Jane knew that something bad would happen. His voice said it, his words said it, how he was running from Angrboda said it.

"Loki, what is going on? Tell me! What did you do?"

No one else knew. She thought... she thought he was getting... She should have never let him come down and visit her. She should have made him grieve properly and then come. Doing both at the same time just made things worse, didn't they? Guilt sat like a heavy rock in her stomach. If he had hurt someone, if he had taken someone's life or traded something important to him, then it was all her fault.

He had done something almost everyone would frown upon. The grief had been too much for him and seeing Thor in his own sadness over her loss. He could bare it no longer so he took it upon himself to bring her back. To dance in the realm of the forbidden magics. This was why he ran from his former lover and teacher. He knew she would never stand for what he had done after he begged to let the woman be placed in her domain to have her eternal sleep.

"Only Father or the Norns are allowed to touch death magic! Very few are permitted to do so but we knew we could do it." He hissed as he ran the storm getting much worse as he ran as they broke free of the woods he ran through a field, off in the distance was a farm house which seemed to lack any lights yet that was where Loki was running them. The place was half falling apart, clearly deserted but he had to get her out of the rain.

He should have grieved and learned to live again, he never should have been so dependent on a mortal, it should have been his wife that he was so attached too. What was done was done.

She grieved too. She had seen what her death, her absence had done to them, all of them. She wanted so much to make things better, but she couldn't. She was dead and she was horrified that he had gone to such lengths. Struggling in his arms a little, she tried to get him to stop running. Forget about the rain—this was madness!

"Loki, stop!"

She didn't want this. All of the worst scenarios were coming into her mind. She couldn't think straight. What would everyone else do when they learned of what he did? Didn't he know that they were going through the same thing? The same pain? Didn't he know that they would still love him, would still be proud without her?

"You will get sick! You are in no state to be in this weather! We cant lose you again Jane! We wont!"

He snapped back at her as he still kept going his grip on her tightening. The poor thing having to watch those he cared about suffer and despair over her loss. The gods knew better then to be with mortals yet this woman had made her way into their lives and it had been the best of times which lead into as a Dickens said the worst of times.

He should and he did at the same time yet something in him refused to accept it, part of him felt he had to have her there, that she was some key to hold them all together. "We are almost there Jane please stop struggling!" A hint of annoyance in his voice at her struggling he had thought she would be much happier laughing smiling at being alive again. He couldn't grasp why she would want him to stop.

He rarely, if ever, snapped at her. Only during the beginning, when they didn't know each other, did he ever yell or snap or grip her so hard.

How much damage had she done to him by just knowing him?

"Please, Loki," she begged, her arms coming around his shoulders and holding him tightly. She didn't want him to see the pain and fear on her face at what he had become, what she might possibly be now. How could she be happy when it was obvious that he... she didn't know what. All she knew was thta she wasn't happy, something was just wrong. "We need to talk. You need to tell me everything. Please."

He had learned to be gentle with her as she was a mortal and he didn't wish to see her hurt but his mind was not working right, no he wasn't connecting them as he should. It didn't take long before he moved in an almost slick move that he would have gloated for days on before she died sliding to a stop with enough force to knock the door through the empty house, it was no match for a demigod, even one weakned by magic drain and running damn near a mile in a few minutes.

Walking in through the house he moved to find the sofa finally letting her down his hair was dripping and his eyes widened as he looked down at her. "You'll be safe now Jane. Just rest." Yes he did ignore her questions to him he did not feel the need to answer them.

She grabbed his hand before he could move away from her. She could feel the bruises forming on her arms and shoulders, but she would forgive him later for that. They were just bruises. But she had to have those questions answered.

"A little rain won't hurt me. Remember the story about me and a dust devil?" she said quietly. She had to be calm. He might calm down then as well, even a little. "Loki, please, answer my questions."

He had to answer them.

Bruises he would feel terrible about when a moment of clarity hit that clouded mind. Tony had once said Loki's mind was like a bag of cats, now it truly was. AS she grabbed his hand he looked down at her. "We must get you new clothes, you must be cold and a burial gown is something none should be reborn in." He muttered his free hand going up to his head. "Fuck its all messed up." He had grown quite fond of that mortal word over his years of knowing her.

"Yes, a fearless woman you are." He muttered finally kneeling before the couch to look at her as the lightning clapped his face was lit up, the scars on his lips his skin paler then before and the oh so tired eyes. The god of mischief was more then fraying at the seams.

"We made a trade with our darling daughter for the soul of the lost sister. The rest was pour magic and some blood." Yes if she looked down her gown was covered in more then rain. Bits of sticks and leaves that all had beautiful smells to them, items of magic clinging to her dress and blood. The bottom half of the dress was practically caked in it. Thankfully the rain had washed away the symbols he had drawn on her in the blood, but whose blood was it. "You are alive, you just need rest so we can venture back to Asgard."

She didn't notice the blood, or the magic. She could feel it crawling on her skin, still working its way through her system like some sort of strange drug. It made her want to crawl into a corner and sob, let it work itself out, but she had to be strong. She could see how frayed he was... and she worried about how long he could still hold himself together.

So Hel did know. But why didn't she say anything? Or told Jane about the trade? It was just too much of a shock to her like this.

"What about you?" she asked. "Just tell me where the clothes are, I'll change. You go rest, okay?" Maybe if he got some rest, he would be a little easier to talk with. She wouldn't say a little more sane; that would take much more than a few hours sleep.

It was sad how something that was suppose to be so wonderful turned out so very badly. Loki had wanted her back so badly he may have only made things worse for everything.

"they are in the backroom, the bed is there too. This place." He looked up his eyes looking from the ceiling to her. "Belonged to a family we once protected, since their deaths we have kept it sealed from time." A family that had prayed to Odin and Thor but Loki answered their prayers instead killing a troll. "You may rest in there, we shall stay here and keep watch and rest here." He spoke a bit shaky looking about the home trapped in time.

Jane swallowed. A place trapped in time. Like her body was in her coffin, and her spirit back with Hel and her domain.

"You take the bed," she offered. "I want to move around and get used to my legs again. How... long has it been?"

It felt so odd that she lost track of time. When was the last time she had seen Thor or Sigyn? Was that a part of death? You forgot everything and let your sense of identity slip away until you just existed? Was there some sort of reincarnation process like the Greeks with their river of Lethe?

No that she had any intention of leaving; he would just find her. It would hurt him too much if she just left now.

"You are in no condistion to stand up to the wolves should they come." He spoke but then again neither way he, he knew she would fight him on it so he sighed and nodded. "Fine but you shall wake me before the sun rises we have a large journey ahead of us...please do not leave these grounds." He spoke his voice had worry to it but he walked towards the bedroom a few moments later he held out the bag he had brought along for her, a dress clearly Sigyn's but he had to move fast when he left so he had snatched beautiful dress of his wifes.

"It has been nearly a year, Narvi is now learning magic under his mother as none feel it safe to allow my child near me long enough to teach him anything. They say we've gone mad. That be not true." He muttered going on into the room the dark one found himself laid across the bed his body being more tired then he dared truly speak.

"I wouldn't be fit enough to fight wolves if I was perfectly healthy," she joked, smiling so he would have something to smile about. Something a little normal. She just hoped she would be able to sleep herself and not sleep in, like she sometimes did. It might... not bode well in the future.

"You said we." Jane looked up at him after looking at the dress, seeing him walk away. Sigyn would notice its absence, and Loki's. She would wonder and speculate. Worry. His little son would wonder and worry too. Loki rarely left his side before she died. Would he notice the change in his father? Would he understand? Once she dressed in another room, she went to the bedroom and watched him rest for a moment and held her breath.

What would happen now?

That did get a tired chuckle from him as he laid there. "Fenrir was born near here...his brothers from his mother wander these woods, The Liesmith is not welcomed in these woods for hurting the mother." He spoke He made no comment on the way he was speaking as he quietly slipped to sleep, it did not take long before Loki was in a heavier sleep then he had found in months.

Poor Narvi was not around his father as much as he had been before Jane's death, he had was now mostly around his Grandmother grandfather, uncle and mother as Loki was becoming more and more irrational as weeks turned to months. When he had his moments of clairity he loved to be around his family but when everything went hazy again he mostly locked himself away in his study so not to frighten them.

AS he slept his body worked to replenish his strenth and take the rest he was able to let it have in a world of dreams where none of this happened. Where everything was still fine. If she did fall asleep it was okay Loki would wake with the sun he always had since boyhood.

Jane watched him for some minutes more before going out to the couch and sitting. She should be happy. Maybe she would when she saw Thor and everyone else again, when she was reunited with everyone and her questions could be answered. He looked so tired, so haunted. If only there had been some way they could have repaired her heart before she died, before he felt the need to end her life before it withered away painfully.

She could hear wolves far outside of the house, and tried not to be afraid. Loki... wouldn't let anything happen to her. Not after all he sacrificed. She would have to do her best to take care of him now, it seemed.

The sound of the wolves howling used to be a comforting sound to Loki back in the time he called the woods his home, when his three wonderful children ran and played in the woods and he dotted on their mother, his former teacher. It had been a happy time and place for him now it could no longer be.

When morning came Loki arose sitting up the sight of the sun coming in through the dusty windows and despite how tired he felt he forced himself to sit up his mind replaying the night. Oh god, he had not done thise had he. yanking the leather bracers he kept over his sleeves off Loki pulled his sleeve up to see the slices up his arms.

'Lastly the blood of a powerful sorcerer'

That was part of why he had been so tired and sluggish it was his blood Jane had been covered in, that was why his bracers had been tied so very tight as a makeshift tourniquet. The wounds were mostly healed as the trickster stumbled out of the room tiing the leather straps back over his sleeves. He went to look for Jane to see if she still slumbered.

She did, on the couch, her legs tucked up under her and her hair in her face from tossing and turning. It was not that she was uncomfortable, but her body was just getting used to being alive again, working. Memories and dreams and nightmares ran through her mind, and it was just... She didn't know what to think of it, even as she slept. The sounds of the wolves eventually lulled her to sleep, and it was silent now. She would be waking up soon.

Her breathing would be even and soft, and she would be worried over him the moment she saw those cuts.

Maybe someday he would have happy days like those again.

The cuts were hidden under the bracers at least for now she may not know of them, Loki moved to the front door the burial gown picked up as he did throwing it out the opened doorway and his words whispered as the gown burned mid air. They had a long day ahead of them it would be best ti get it started.

Moving over to the couch he leaned down brushing some of the hair from her face. "Jane, sister. We can stay here no longer. We must go to Asgard now." He spoke softly, looking down at her. His eyes clear for now as he had just woken, but he worried he could see how uneasy she looked... he had killed this woman and yet he had brought her backhow this all must feel to her he wondered.

...she would think about it later.

Much later when things were alright and they were home again. She knew he did what he had to do, and he acted out of love. He didn't want her to die painfully. He wanted everyone to remember her as she was. He was the one who would know what he eyes looked like as she died, remember the snap in her neck. She never thanked him for making it quick. She stirred when he spoke, and opened her eyes. It was so odd, sleeping. She hadn't in a year.

"We're going back to Asgard?"

Though she should have been happy, she really was, a part of her was fearful. What would they do when they arrived?

"You wish to see Thor do you not? Brother has been sitting at fathers side for a great while now, protecting Asgard and Midgard. We shall take you too him so you may again be happy. We may all be happy again." He spoke softly holding a hand out to her. aside from his cape he had left over her when he had sat her on the couch originally he was dressed in his normal fancy attire as if ready for battle.

He hoped all would go well he knew some would think what he had done was to hurt Thor some kind of trick but none would truly understand how much he had done it done himself.

"I promised to protect you. And I will." He spoke the clairity in his tone as the hand was held out to her. "Nothing shall happen to you as long as I am here." But sometimes even when he was in the room he wasn't really there anymore.

"I promised to protect you guys too, all of you," she said, taking his hand and standing up. Her knees no longer shook, but it was going to take some getting used to again. So if anyone thought he was doing this for petty reasons, she would jump for his defense. How could anyone think that of him? She could see the pain all over his face and she had only seen him for a few hours.

She bit her lip, feeling horrible for all of this. An illogical guilt. "Loki, I'm sorry."

"You are but a mortal woman, you do not have the blood of the aesir in your body Jane. You could not have done this thing you promised. Worry not though, you brother has saved you from death and returned you where you belong." He spoke moving towards the door. He had his hand in hers still "Today I see this memory burn and we escape off to Asgard to return you where you belong, with us your family."

Loki had done a many terrible things in his life though none so bad as to bring in his brothers dead wife but many may think its a badly tasted jest, a body much like the late Jane. WHo knows what the gods think when it comes to Loki.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, least to me."

"But..." Her protests fell on her lips. The Loki she had known, the one who was saner than this, was gone or hidden away somewhere, trying to cope with this the best way he knew how: through tricks and lies. She was just shocked that he would go to such extremes for her... and hoped that everyone else would forgive him and accept her. Because this was her body and she was pulled from Niflheim. She remembered that much before Loki whisked her off.

As he tugged, she followed.

"I wish I did. Then we wouldn't have to worry."

Then you wouldn't have had to do this.

Loki had always been one to hide himself away amoungst his books and magical items when he was in despair until Thor would inevitably kick down his door and drag him out of the room and force his brother to eat something and be social at least to him. Thor was a big golden retriever at times but for almost a millennium he had been the one who would bring Loki back out of the shadows and straighten his brother back up so he could go on making mischief and fun of things. Loki had always been a bit more delicate, had he been born a human of modern he's have likely have been shuffled from pill to pill to 'fix him' and that under lying depression he always refuses to acknowledged. He had been raised in a society where his personality was already frowned upon he was not about to sit around with most of them and talk about how he felt, no he was always on to lash out, to do as he pleased.

As the reached the barn he whistled, one of the horses came stepping out. It had a dark coat and brilliant markings. This had been Loki's steed for ages for when he had to ride out into battle with Thor. Mounting the steed he held a hand back out to Jane. "But? But what, you need not worry non shall be cross with you and we both know they are always cross with me now come on if we hurry we can return before Narvi finishes his lessons for the day." When he had his moments of clarity his son was much more important then things and about that time the house started to fall in on itself and burn. Loki's magic at work though it still be weak fire spells are easy for the sorcerer.

And Jane knew all of this through what others had told him, what he had revealed himself. Ever since he knocked down her door years ago, Jane had also done the same, but maybe with a bit of a gentler hand, and was the one who convinced him to start at least thinking about his feelings and trying to figure them out. Asgard might be wonderful, but it was so backwards (and horrible) in some ways as well. He shouldn't be looked down upon for his personality, for his ways and likes. Like Sigyn, Jane thought he should be appreciated a little more.

Praying that she was doing the right thing, she allowed him to help her on the horse, trying not to think of the burning house.

"They shouldn't always be cross with you. You should be able to do what you want, within reason, and not fear judgement so much."

It was the society they had always had and it was not likely to change for the mentally cracking trickster. He was different but even still it could not just be his Jotun blood it had to be more, even the Jotun seem not to be like Loki. He was one of a kind though despite all he was very useful to those of Asgard at least before he started to crack. A quick mind and cunning creature he was he helped them all out of many problems. It was the second he would make problems for them that Loki was shunned until he was useful again.

His eyes were on the house as he pulled her up he could still remember himself young, Odin and Thor had not heard the prayers of that family. They were busy with a party, Loki had known not why he had gone down more then hearing the gaint claim he was to eat the child of the farmer, the boy was slow of mind and body and thus Loki came to their aid, beheading the giant and piking it's head on a pole in the yard telling them 'Do not pray to Odin and Thor! You pray to Loki, do you understand? Loki has saved you! Most knew not that at times Loki still snuck down until the family had passed as the boy never married claiming their home when it was empty one of his few truly good acts he could not have let die so well, and now his good act then helped him do another now. Least in his mind.

Pulling the reigns hard he set off not too fast yet. "Your going to want to hold onto me, we have to take the Byfrost at least part of the way." He called back to her.

Jane didn't know any of that, but she would agree that it was a good thing he had done, saving that family. If she knew the consequences of his actions, what it took to bring her back, she would tell him to send her back. Send her back to the underworld and make another deal with Hel to reverse the damage that had been done. Family was important to her, and she didn't like being away from them, but that price was too high.

So she nodded and held on tight. She had been on the Bifrost a few times, and it was always a bumpy ride.

Loki like last time had not been told yet that Sigyn was with child. He figured the price that would be dear to him was his own heart or soul. Loki was smart he knew he was not well he knew the time would come when the gods had had enough and would handle things badly in the name of 'helping' so he minded not if he lost himself more as long as Jane was back, Jane could make his brother smile once more and be there for Sigyn and Narvi. In his mind it was better to have her back then to have himself at this point.

Loki got the stallion into a full gallop as they came onto the rainbow bridge calling back "All will be well now that you are back." He called back to her.

If they could have Loki be sound of mind again, then all would be well. If he could have moved on, all would be well. Jane's stomach churned. There was so much he wasn't telling her... and she feared what everyone else would think. She had died. Dead people were not supposed to be coming back, not until the end of the world at least.

"How will everyone react?" she called back, trying to make her voice carry over the wind that was blowing.

"We know not! Nor do we truly care, sister." He called back, his speech pattern was falling back to what it had been the night before, his clairty lasted not long at all. If he could have fixed himself he would have. Still he had not he had become far to dependant on the mortal married to his brother.

The ride would take a little while yet.

"I care!" she exclaimed. "Loki, did you even think about this through?"

Something was wrong with him. As soon as she got off the horse in Asgard, she would have to find Odin, or Thor. Something was very wrong. And if a ritual was going to be performed to bring her back, why didn't Hel say anything to her? Until then, she would have to try to get as much information as possible out of him.

"We did! The trade was made, the soul reclaimed and though our magic is nearly gone it is worth it! No one else suffers and Lady Jane returns. Only we pay the price, none else. Something dear for something dear. Equivalent trade."

Only Loki did not know what he had traded off, or just how dear it was to him, he would never for a second think his own flesh and blood would take one of her sibblings, least not from the womb. He knew Hel addored Narvi all did but he knew not that Sigyn was with child. "Worry your mind not Jane!"

"How can I not worry!" Jane exclaimed. Gods, what did he do? Did he even think this through? Or did he just go on a whim again? "Loki, something dear could be anything! Anyone! Did you even ask Hel what she was going to take? Did she even say?"

There was no such thing as equivalent trade.

"She's our child! She would never ask more then we could handle!" His voice was a bit irritated at that, he did not like to be questioned, he had done all of this for her. "We thought it through! We did what must be done to bring our beloved sister back! And no we didn't ask Hel! We got what we came for and left!"

Oh gods Loki, what had he done.

That just made her worry and fear worse. He didn't think things through, he didn't ask... he obviously didn't discuss anything with Sigyn or Thor.

"Loki, what if I wasn't supposed to come back?!"

Not that she wouldn't love coming back, or that she didn't miss Thor and everyone else. But what if she wasn't meant to? Or what if by killing her before she had naturally died, Loki had prevented something else from happening that would have stopped her from dying in the first place?

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