A WEEK LATER...
"Katherine?"
As the sun rose from the west, shadow figures shifted around me as I regained consciousness just around Midday. I could smell fresh roses around me, their scent pulled me closer until my eyes finally opened.
"Katherine."
"Mmm..."
"You have a guest here at court," Charlotte whispered.
Rubbing my eyes, she throws my covers off of me before dragging me to the bath just behind the door near the window.
"Lady Charlotte, where is my daughter?" I heard my father ask, as his boots echoed in the room.
"She's bathing, Your Grace."
Grabbing the towel, Charlotte starts to scrub my chest and back as another lady washed my hair as quickly as possible.
"Who is here, Charlotte?" I whispered.
"Cardinal Wosley." She blurted out, seeing my eyes widening from his name.
"For what?"
Hurrying, Charlotte and Rose, helped me out of the bath and into a pair of robes as they prepared my dress and dried my hair.
"This might be appropriate, right?" She said.
It was a black tulle dress with lilac flowers scattered around like vines, twisting at the ends of my wrists and skirt.
"What brings him here?" I asked.
"He wants to get to know your father, he says that the King will soon ask him to make his stay permanent."
"What?"
Pinning pieces of my hair back behind my ears, Rose places the headpiece tightly on my head.
"I think you're ready. Hurry, he seems to be an impatient man."
Standing up, I hurried out the door, running around the corners and down the stairs just as Sir Arthur turned around to stop me.
"Breathe, my lady..." He whispered, before opening the door for me.
"Apologies."
Calming myself down, he slowly opened the door revealing Lawrence and Richard speaking to my father as Cardinal Wosley stood by.
"Ah...here she is. Cardinal Wosley, may I introduce to you my daughter, Katherine Hamilton." Father said, holding his hand out for me.
"Lady Katherine, may I say how exquisite you are. A mirrored image of your mother." He whispered, kissing my hand.
"Thank you, Cardinal Wosley."
"Now, that we are all here. What brings you by?" Father asked.
"I think it best we all sit down for my announcement."
Looking at each other, my brothers and I stride into the dining room just on the other side of the hall. Taking our seats, Cardinal Wosley, hesitated to speak hence the placing of his hands on his lap.
"If I may, the King is requesting your service to the crown fully. As Lord High Steward, you would become the King's right-hand man, and would have to follow your duties to overseas political matters."
"Overseas?" Lawrence blurted out.
"Yes, the King has made it clear that your father is a knowledgeable man and capable of persuading our allies."
"How long would these overseas trips take?" Father asked.
"Well, that would depend. Now that the Spanish have discovered America, your needs might be needed elsewhere."
"Are you sure that this is the King?" Richard asked.
"Yes, Your Grace. After the sweating sickness, his majesty has gained a full acknowledgment of his most trusted servants."
"Another year?" I whispered, catching my father's attention.
"It's alright, Katherine."
"There is another matter...regarding your daughter's courtship." Cardinal Wosley asked.
"What is it?" Lawrence hissed.
"There have been remarks about your courtship to Charles Brandon, the Duke of Suffolk."
"Yes, he has made it clear he intends to wed my daughter."
"That's lovely, but there is one problem regarding the courtship."
Glancing over at the Cardinal, he pulls out another letter from under his sleeve.
"This is a treaty...made by the King's council...I ask that you read it privately." He said to my father.
"Of course."
Taking the letter from father's hands, Lawrence and Richard stare at the wax seal, not letting me take a glance over their shoulders.
"Now, if you will excuse me..."
Taking his leave, father waits for the Cardinal to leave before breaking the seal.
"What does it say?"
'To whom it may concern,
The council has noticed a particular noble lady in your household by the name, Katherine Victoria Hamilton, Duchess of Oxford, who is of age to marry any nobleman in all of England.
Based on her newly given rank, the Duchess is only a handful of women that are eligible to wed a man of power, for example, the His Majesty, the King. If the recipient is not courted or married by the end of this season, any nobleman has permission to wed her without a proper engagement.
That saying, her father or oldest member of the family gives up their right to accept the nobleman's offer to wed the recipient.
From his most excellency, Henry the eighth, King of England, Ireland, and France.'
"What does it say, father?" I asked, peaking over Richard's shoulder.
"Congratulations...You are just a handful of ladies fit to wed the King." Father said, taking the letter and folding it back up.
"What?" I blurted out.
"It's alright, by the time father comes back from overseas you will be married," Richard said, calming me down.
"As long as Lawrence stays here with you, there will be no chance that you will ever wed a random man, do you understand me?" Father said, walking around my brothers, and placing his hands on my shoulders.
"What about you, father? The King has requested that you leave overseas?" Richard asked.
"And that's exactly what we will do."
Turning my head, I glanced back and forth at my father and Richard.
"We?" I blurted out.
"Richard has experience with these men. Lawrence and you will stay here and manage appearances in court, as well as overlook things at our home back in Oxford."
"So, you're leaving us...again." Lawrence hissed.
"Do not start with me, boy. You have been acting as a child around you siblings, set an example." My father blurted out.
Standing around the dining table, there was a sense of stress and tension in the air. Richard and my father spoke to each other softly, as Lawrence brooded in the corner near the fireplace, while I stood near the open door watching as servants and maids roam around the castle.
"When do you head out?" I asked.
"I won't know until I leave for Hampton court...but you will be the first to know when I get back. Come, Richard, we must prepare for the trip."
Bowing my head, I glanced at their feet as they moved past me, leaving me buried in thick tension with Lawrence.
"We'll be alright...just the two of us, like before," I whispered, slowly making my way over to Lawrence.
"I'll be gone half the time, Kat. Hamilton court is just a two days ride, I'd be leaving you here in this house."
"You've done it before...what's another year-"
"You are older now. You've already been promised to Charles and if not, the King. You're not a little girl anymore...honestly, you've changed. You know it." He said, taking a step back just before I wrapped my hand around his arm.
"I'm still the same person, Lawrence. For as long as I have you and Richard beside me..."
Looking over his shoulder, he places his hand on mine, caressing my skin.
"No man is immortal...not even me."
Walking out of the room, I stood there alone as I heard the sound of his boots echoing softly towards the distance.
"Katherine?" Charlotte whispered.
"Yes?"
"The carriage is ready for you." She whispered.
"Thank you..."
Holding my hands together, I followed Charlotte through the foyer, passing the front door where our maids organized our hats and coats.
Falling behind, I glanced up to see Charlotte striding down the corridor. Her voice soon vanished as she turned the corner, and I was caught in a pull between following her or running.
Grabbing my skirt, I ran over to grab my black cloak hanging near the door before running back down and eventually passing Charlotte, who was searching for me.
"I think I would much rather ride...I need fresh air." I blurted out.
Heading out the door, I passed the servants as they prepared supper, bowing and curtsying quickly before returning back to their work.
"Where are you going?" Charlotte blurted out.
Pushing the door open, I stepped down into the stables where horses neighed and ate out of their buckets which hung against their doors.
"I'm going to ride into town..." I sighed, tying my black cloak around my neck and lifting the hood just over my head.
"You haven't ridden a horse since you were a child?"
"I'll be back before supper," I said, sliding my shoe through the stirrup, and throwing my other leg over the saddle.
"Are you sure about this?"
"I need to breathe, Charlotte...Lawrence is right. If things go the way they are planned, I'll never breathe again...I'll never get to see the sun again..."
Grabbing the reins, I squeeze my legs tightly and push forward, as Noelle, my stallion starts to gallop out the stables.
"Come back before supper, Katherine!" I heard Charlotte yell.
Finally free from my burdens, I could feel the heat of the summer sun beating down on my back. Noelle, beneath me, was just as done with being cooped up in stables that she neighed at the sight of fresh grass in the countryside. Leaning forward, I pat her on the neck, feeling her thick corse hair between my fingertips. I shifted my weight to my outside hip and dug my heel into her right side, picked up the lead in perfect rhythm, tucking her head in and bounding towards the Riverbend.
"Whoaa..."
Pulling back the reins, Noelle stops just feet before reaching the bridge that led to the other side of the river.
"Come on, girl..."
Pulling her to the side, we kept riding until I found the wooden bridge that had been newly painted and decorated with English flags.
Continuing on, we finally made it into town. Shopowners were finishing up their last customer, as they smiled and followed them out the door. Children gathered by the parents as I passed by them, heading my way through the small crowd and deeper into town until I reached the antique store.
"I'll be right back..."
Strapping Noelle to a post, I hurried inside to find the owner waiting for me at the other end of the shop.
"Lady Katherine, just in time. Are you here to see her again?" He asked.
"Yes..." I sighed happily, putting my hood down.
Following him to the back of his shop, I placed my hands on the wooden shelf as he bent down to retrieve a small box wrapped in a black velvet cloth.
"After you had requested it a few months before, I was eager to find it for you." He said.
Placing the box in front of me, I slowly pulled the velvet corners down, revealing a silver jewelry box with a small mirror which was fastened with silver embroidery around the corners.
"It's beautiful...it must've been hard for you to retrieve it?" I asked.
"Not really...when you mention the name Hamilton, you'd be surprised for many people would give their hand and foot to find antiques like these, especially with such significant value."
"...It belonged to my grandmother, you know. She gave to my mother when she was pregnant with her firstborn..." I whispered, tracing my fingers around the detailing.
"Now it's yours...for you to hand down to your children."
Chuckling softly, I shake my head, re-wrapping the jewelry box again.
"I don't know what my future will hold for me anymore...I was rising and then, I fell...down into a bottomless pit of politics and utter misery."
"Is your marriage to Charles really that bad?" He asked.
"We're in the process...but like you said, people would give their hand and foot to please us. Yet, sometimes we don't need the love and devotion...we just want happiness for once."
Pushing the box back closer to him, his eyes widen.
"Will you not take it today?"
"I came to see if it was here...and now that I do-"
"No, please, My lady. It's a family heirloom, take it." He insisted.
"Are you sure?"
"This does not belong to me, or anyone for the matter...I'll pack it up for you."
Smiling at me, he takes the box back behind a pair of sheer curtains as I waited and wandered around the shop looking at other antiques.
"Here you go."
"Thank you...really," I whispered.
"It's my pleasure."
Exiting the shop, Noelle neighed softly as she saw me come close to her.
"Hey my sweet lady, are you ready to head home?" I whispered combing her mane.
~
Riding once again, I manage to pass the river during its low tide, allow Noelle to enjoy feeling the cool water seep through her hoofs.
The sun was setting in the east, slowly emerging colors of red and orange in the sky, mimicking flames flickering in the horizon. The wind had settled into a gentle breeze, cooling the countryside grass from the hot sun.
Walking slowly, I could hear horses neighing in the distance but not from the dirt road behind me, from inside the woods where the shadows darkened with each passing hour.
"Hello?" I called out, halting Noelle in the middle of the road.
"Is anyone out there?"
Then suddenly out of nowhere, I see a shadow passing through the trees, but it wasn't until I noticed two large eyes flashing against the moonlight above me that I realized whatever it was, was heading straight for me.
"Hyah!" I yelled.
Forcing Noelle forward, I could hear the horse neighing behind us as well as another deep voice.
"Excellent!"
Turning around, Noelle stumbled a bit from fear, trying to regain focus.
"You are a brilliant creature..." The man said.
Staring at him from the back, he looked like a tall man. He held average size shoulders, as well as a small waist from the sight of his trousers. His hair was cut short, buzzed just above his head.
"But it seems as if the owner isn't?" I blurted out, catching his attention.
"Pardon?"
"Pardon? You should be the one apologizing to me, you could've hurt me, you fool!"
Standing just a few yards away, I could finally see him.
His pale skin matched perfectly to his ice blue eyes which were brighter than the moonlight themselves. His hair was brown with some subtle hints of red strands just at the top. He was an average man, small for his stature as well for the clothes he wore which seemed to have been Lawrence's size when he was 14.
"A lady like yourself, shouldn't be riding out here all alone? Where is your guard?" He asked.
"I am fully capable of handling myself...especially an animal..." I hissed.
"Is that an insult?"
"I don't know, did it hurt you?" I chuckled sarcastically.
"What's your name, girl?" He hissed, galloping closer to me until our horses circled around each other.
"If you only knew..."
Scoffing, I heard another voice in the distance calling a name out.
'Harry!'
Turning my head, I gaze over at the man, who was looking at me longly until the sound of his horse neighing interrupted us.
"You should better yourself in horse handling. You wouldn't want to lose your job over a simple little thing, like learning how to control a horse...or yourself." I hissed, twisting Noelle's reins and directing her towards the rest of the dirt road ahead of us.
Passing the large brick gate, two servants waited for me in the stables.
"You are needed in Lord Lawrence's study, Your Grace."
"Thank you..."
Removing my cloak, I hang it behind a chair before heading inside, passing the kitchen and taking the back corridors to the other side of the castle where Lawrence was staring out the window by the time I walked in.
"Lawrence?" I asked.
"Where are Richard and Father?" I added.
"They left for Hampton court...the King has held a hearing for his annulment against the Queen, he decided to stay at court until the matter resolves." He whispered.
Holding the wrapped jewelry box in my hands, I fidget with the twine string as I walked closer to his desk.
"Do you think he will do it?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes.
"Do what?"
"Catherine is the daughter of the King of Spain...and they have given support to England since their marriage. Do you think it's possible the Pope will give him what he wants?"
Looking over his shoulder, he turned around still standing by the window with his hands locked behind him.
"I think...the King is a King. Therefore, he has the power to do anything he desires."
His eyes showed the kind of gentle concern our mother used to have, whenever father would make comments regarding the King. But in their case, my mother had no idea what my father was speaking about, yet Lawrence and I are different, we are they're mirrored image with a better conception of reality.
"Anne will be Queen then..." I asked.
"If they proceed and Catherine gives into their allegations, yes, she will."
"So, my chances of being the King's wife is a lower chance, right?" I whispered.
Relaxing his shoulders, Lawrence walks over to me, laying his hand lightly on my shoulder. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice I felt his words calming me more by the way they were said than actual words.
"You are a realistic person, Katherine. If Anne doesn't bare the King a son, which is what he wants...he will get rid of her, one way or another. And as long as you are still young and fertile...your chances are higher than anyone else's."
Hearing the study door open, our messenger bows quietly before entering.
"Apologies for the interruption, but I am here to deliver a letter to you, Lady Katherine."
"Thank you?"
Taking it from his hands, I break the seal and rest the wrapped box on the desk.
"It's a royal seal?" Lawrence whispered.
'My dearest friend, Katerina,
With word spreading about the King's allegations towards me, my time here as Queen will soon be over and I am soon losing hope to stay here as his wife.
I will be in prayer tomorrow afternoon at St. Paul's Cathedral just after Midday if you would like to join me.
Sincerely, Catherine of Aragon.'
"What does it say?" Lawrence asked.
"I'm going to church tomorrow, would you accompany me?"
"Of course...but who is it?"
"Catherine..." I sighed, folding the letter back up.
"I'll ask Sir Arthur." He said as I collected my things and head out the door.
THE NEXT DAY
Sitting in the carriage with Lawrence beside me, I watched as we passed that townhomes along the dirt road. The air filled with smoke as people prepared for supper and the sound of children's voices as they laughed and cheered while playing outside.
"How different life was back then...do you remember?" I asked Lawrence, nudging his shoulder.
"Mother watched us play in the dirt while you were riding horses with father. 'An equestrian at heart', that's what she would say when she watched you."
"We are reaching the church, your grace." Our coachman said.
Grabbing the tips of my gloves, I remove them, laying them on my lap as we road up the hill to St. Paul's Cathedral.
Looking out the window, I gazed at the beautiful white marble walls which were decorated in gothic and baroque styles. Large human statues stood above everything else, holding scriptures and scrolls in their arms. The closer we road, I could hear the organ music and smell the fresh flowers brought by the nuns that roamed inside the Cathedral.
"Your Grace." Sir Arthur said, opening my door and asking for my hand.
"Thank you, Sir Arthur."
Stepping up to the Cathedral, I caught a glimpse of the inside. Colors of gold and other vibrant colors glistened against the clean floors.
"Come, I believe Catherine has already started her prayer."
Following Lawrence inside, the organ slowly quiets down and the sounds of voices begin to echo along the corridors.
'King asks why you are not in court.'
'I have given an answer to that already.' A soft voice said.
"Do you hear that?" Lawrence whispered.
Striding over to the left side of the Cathedral, I found myself staring at Cardinal Wosley, and other men from behind as Catherine stood in front of them.
'Could we go somewhere private?'
'Why? I have nothing to hide. Let my ladies and the whole world hear what you have to say.' Catherine whispered, glancing her eyes over at Lawrence and me, and catching the attention of the Cardinal and Thomas Cromwell, who stood behind him.
"Lord Hamilton...Lady Katherine." Wosley blurted out, bowing to us as we walked closer to them.
"Your Grace."
Hesitant, Wosley stared at us for a moment before I raised an eyebrow and looked over at Catherine who smiled at me.
"Proceed, Cardinal Wosley...like your Queen suggested," Lawrence mumbled.
"Ah, yes...the King commands that you surrender this whole matter into his hands. Otherwise, the court will condemn you."
Walking past Wosley and Cromwell, Catherine made her way over to Lawrence and me before stopping in front of us.
"I am surprised to receive such a request from such a wise and noble man as you. I am but a poor woman, lacking both in wit and understanding. How am I supposed to respond to such a request made to me out of the blue?" Catherine blurted out.
"You know perfectly well that the King desires and what he shall have." Wosley hissed, gazing his eyes over at me.
"All I know, Eminence, is that you, for your own purposes, have kindled this fire. All this time, all these years, I have wondered at your high pride and your vainglory. I have abhorred your voluptuous life and had no regard at all for your presumptuous power and our tyranny!"
"...I know also your malice against my nephew, the Emperor. You hate him like a scorpion. And why? Because he would not satisfy your ambition and make you Pope by force."
Watching as Wosley takes a step closer to Catherine, Lawrence steps forward holding his scabbard.
"Step back, your Eminence."He hissed.
Shocked, Wosley's eyes lower down to our feet before making eye contact with Catherine again.
"Madam, you should never presume to know-"
"My only satisfaction is that in frustrating you, I hasten your fall from the King's good graces...an outcome I desire above all others."
Stepping aside, Lawrence and I let Catherine pass between us before we followed suit.
Passing through two large double doors, Catherine orders her ladies out of the room, closing the door behind them.
"Katerina..." She smiled.
"Apologies, we would've come sooner-"
"No, no need. You came at the perfect time, I've been wanting people to witness how they treat me. Now you know. Thank you, Lord Hamilton..." Catherine said, looking over at Lawrence who stood beside me.
"Please, your grace...Lawrence."
Smiling at the two of us, she walked over, placing her hands on our shoulders.
"How long ago it was when the two of you where mere children...you are both grown now. Bringing honor to your mother, whom I loved and adored so much."
"If I may ask, Catherine...what will you do?" I asked her.
"I will be what every woman in history has done...fight. Henry is my husband and my King, and I am his true and loyal wife...forever and always."
"And what about your daughter, Mary?" Lawrence questioned.
"She will one day be in my position, ruling this kingdom. But enough about my sad life...what about you? I've heard that you and the Duke of Suffolk are engaged to wed."
"We are...hopefully." I sighed.
"Hopefully? Do you not love him?"
Glancing over at Lawrence, I could see the side of his face tense up at Catherine's words.
"...I...it's not that. The King has sent my father overseas for political business, and I don't know when he will be back."
"Oh, my dear Katerina...if that man truly loves you, he will wait for as long as it takes."
"I know..." I whispered.
"Now...would you like to join me for supper?" Catherine asked with a smile.
"Of course."
A FEW HOURS LATER
"Oh! How lovely." Catherine laughed as Lawrence told her a story about our time in France as children.
"Yes, and the maids were very kind enough to let us build a fort in the dining area..."
Hearing the organ play in the other room, I looked over my shoulder and watched as one of the church boys poured the newly blessed holy water in the fountain.
"If you will excuse me..." I whispered.
Rising, I headed out the door, catching the young boys attention.
"Gratia tua."
"Buona dies," I said.
Walking away from the fountain, I walked along the corridors watching as other nobles entered the Cathedral and pray on the dark wooden pews.
'Tend with Your goodness the pain that they bear. Heal now their sickness with miracle care. Carry them high far above till they see.' One woman prayed.
Stopping near the front pew, a bishop exited the side doors to the back of the large religious statue.
'Pater et fili et spiritus sancti...'
Performing the sign of the cross, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Lady Katherine."
"Mr. Cromwell..." I smiled, turning around to face him.
"It's a pleasure to see you again." He whispered.
"To you as well...I was wondering if you received my letter thanking you for the books, they are wonderful."
"You've already read them?"
"I'm a fast reader..." I chuckled.
"Well, I hope you can add them to your collection."
'My lady.'
'Your Grace.'
'Sir.'
Hearing people pass us, Mr. Cromwel directs me back to where he came from.
"So...how has court life been treating you?" He asked.
"I actually haven't been at court...I don't favor the King, for many reasons but I am a good friend of his Mistress, Anne Boleyn."
"Ah, yes. Lady Anne has been a favorite in court lately." He said.
"She has invited me to celebrations but I have been busy lately, dealing with our home in Oxford and my father's departure."
"I heard...your father is a brave man for doing his job. It's not easy leaving family behind to serve the King, especially if it involves politics."
"Yes, well...lucky for me, I understand politics, which is not normal in our society." I chuckled.
"No...no, it's not." He said softly.
"Katherine!"
Turning around quickly, Lawrence walked up to the both of us.
"Your Grace, Thomas Cromwell." He introduced himself.
"Lawrence Hamilton...sorry to bother you, but my sister and I must get going if we want to say goodbye to our father."
"It was nice meeting you again, Mr. Cromwell," I said, resting my hand on Lawrence's shoulder.
"My Lady."
Striding out of the Cathedral, Lawrence helps me inside the carriage, shutting the door behind him.
"Is father really leaving?" I asked him.
"The King is sending him to Orvieto, he leaves tomorrow morning."
~
Arriving back home, Sir Arthur left us at the front of the castle as servants and maids walked out quickly.
"What is going on?" I asked Lawrence.
"I don't know, come."
Stepping down, Lawrence and I stride inside and turn to the sitting area where Richard stood near the window and my father and Charles stood in the middle of the room.
"Father?"
"Charles?" I blurted out shockingly.
"Katherine, Lawrence...you're here. There is news." Our father whispered.
Cautiously, the three of us move closer to them as Charles glances over at Lawrence.
"I will be leaving tomorrow morning...Richard will accompany me on the trip. I will be gone for a few weeks to deal with business regarding the Pope and the King of France."
"We knew this already?" I asked.
"Yes, but...there has been news regarding our home in Oxford. Because of the sweating sickness, most of the town has grown powerless and scared for the future of that town. Lawrence, I ask you to take care of that matter in my place as Duke of Oxford." Father added.
"What about Katherine?" Richard blurted out.
My heart twisted and sunk with nerves as I stood in front of them, while they stared and looked at me with such sadden eyes that I wanted to to be sucked into any dark corner in the room.
"That's why I asked Charles to come...I don't want you to be alone here in this castle." My father said.
"It's not traditional, but it's safer," Charles whispered with a shy smile.
"This will only be temporary, when I come back...you and Charles will be married."
Gazing at my father, he sighed quietly before taking my brother's out of the room, leaving me alone with Charles.
"Are you alright?" He asked me, placing his hands on my shoulders.
"I think...it's going to take me a while to process this."
"It's all right..."
Staring at his chest, I closed my eyes for a bit until I felt his arms wrap themselves around me, allowing me to lay my head on him.
"You're safe with me, I promise." He whispered, soothing my back.
"Your Grace."
Taking a step back, I looked over my shoulder as our messenger came into the room.
"Apologies, but this just came in. It's from the King." He whispered.
"Thank you."
Opening the letter, it didn't take me long to read it since it was urgent and I knew the King could only handle so many things at once.
"What is it?" Charles asked.
"It's...Margaret. Princess Margaret is dead." I gasped.
"That's impossible?"
Handing him the letter, I watch as Charles's eyes analyze the letter until his eyes hurt.
"She died of consumption." He whispered.
Folding it back up, Charles lays the letter on the desk behind him before looking at me.
"If you have to go back-"
"No, I need a day away from court. But with the Margarets death, Henry will want the entire court to be there, including those who haven't paid a visit." He chuckled softly at me.
Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest as my eyes slowly made their way up to Charles' blue eyes which looked back at me so longly.
"...I suppose...I can make an exception, his sister did just pass. She deserves to have people mourn for her."
"Thank you...so you will escort me, then?" He blurted out.
"You can only ask for so much, Lord Brandon."
"And asking you to be my wife, isn't enough?" He laughed, cheekishly smiling at me before he jumped forward and picking me up in the air.
"Charles!"
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