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Lady Warrick,
If you are not so preoccupied, would you care to indulge me with another visit to the Horizon? A wise friend once told me I should learn to ask for aid when necessary, and I do not wish to let her down.
Truthfully, perhaps it is not aid I need, but simple company.
I await your answer patiently, when you have time.
Dion Lesage.
Edited (I'm dumb as a rock) 2023-12-18 03:34 (UTC)
[ Delivered to Jill (and co.) is a basket full of food and drinks provided by the same people that she advocated in town to be used for the mingle. They wanted to show their appreciation for her efforts after Istredd talked to them, so he noted her preferences at the event and collected them. There is enough for several people to enjoy so she can share with the others. With it is a note: ]
I know it is difficult to start over in this place, but I am very glad to have you all with us. Jill, thank you in particular for your assistance and your kindness.
-Istredd
I know it is difficult to start over in this place, but I am very glad to have you all with us. Jill, thank you in particular for your assistance and your kindness.
-Istredd
I still need to pay for one of the pizzas we had in the Nether. I finally have some money for the guy that made them, but I never got his name and I need someone to pass it onward...
[ And she seems trustworthy and isn't the one who caught him sleeping on the floor (as far as he knows). ]
[ And she seems trustworthy and isn't the one who caught him sleeping on the floor (as far as he knows). ]
Dion,
It would be my pleasure. I will be free this afternoon, if you wish to make your way into the Horizon then. I shall meet you in mine.
( And sure enough, she's standing out in the field of snow daisies whenever Dion happens to wander into her domain; the night sky with the moon and Metia clear as anything above her. It's chilly, though it always is, but the mountains in the distance are as close to home as Jill thinks she's likely to get, and it still feels welcoming, she's made sure of that.
Dion would never be an unwelcome guest in any place Jill has implicit control over, after all. )
[He sends her a message in the affirmative, relieved, though he cannot say why she might deny him. He does keep her words close to his heart, as well as the warmth of Joshua's. That he is... close. To them. He still cannot say why; why they have forgiven them for what he did to Twinside, but moreover what the Empire must have done to them. They are not his fault entirely, but he, indeed, would not fault them for being a part of it. There were so many things he could have tried to stop. Times when he could have said no.
When he could have been better.
In the nature of this plane that he still hardly understands, he appears on the outside of what the Horizon decides is Jill's lands. She brought him here once, though he cannot recall it; something she warned him of prior to the first visit.
He has yet to ask why a field of flowers, so close to his own, was her choice. But, perhaps like him, there was no choice made in it. It simply created itself.
It is beautiful, however. He tries to makes his steps gentle, through the flowers, as not to crush them. Despite the chill in the air, he does not shudder, and he stands beside her, looking up upon a sky that can only be from home. He does feel something settling over him like a well-loved blanket; the sense that he does not intrude here, whether invited or not. It is a sense of coming home, almost.] Is this how you feel every time you come here? To look upon the skies of Valisthea?
[For he can only guess she does so intentionally.]
When he could have been better.
In the nature of this plane that he still hardly understands, he appears on the outside of what the Horizon decides is Jill's lands. She brought him here once, though he cannot recall it; something she warned him of prior to the first visit.
He has yet to ask why a field of flowers, so close to his own, was her choice. But, perhaps like him, there was no choice made in it. It simply created itself.
It is beautiful, however. He tries to makes his steps gentle, through the flowers, as not to crush them. Despite the chill in the air, he does not shudder, and he stands beside her, looking up upon a sky that can only be from home. He does feel something settling over him like a well-loved blanket; the sense that he does not intrude here, whether invited or not. It is a sense of coming home, almost.] Is this how you feel every time you come here? To look upon the skies of Valisthea?
[For he can only guess she does so intentionally.]
[ A beautifully wrapped silver, white and package will arrive for Jill in Thorne.
Inside nestled in a velvet lined box, is a Faberge egg embellished and embedded with pearls and crystals. There's more to it than just a pretty piece of decoration however! On closer inspection, a slight groove on the underside of the egg will cause it open, revealing a stand holding several crystal containers. Each one is labelled in Hilda's elegant handwriting with different scents ranging from subtle floral ones to clean, bright ones. ]
Inside nestled in a velvet lined box, is a Faberge egg embellished and embedded with pearls and crystals. There's more to it than just a pretty piece of decoration however! On closer inspection, a slight groove on the underside of the egg will cause it open, revealing a stand holding several crystal containers. Each one is labelled in Hilda's elegant handwriting with different scents ranging from subtle floral ones to clean, bright ones. ]
๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ,
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐น๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐'๐ฎ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต. ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข
It is. ( She says, after a moment. ) The moon and Metia have been ever present in my life, even within Mount Drustanus. I'm not certain how much reverence the rest of Valisthea has for them; perhaps it's simply a Northern tradition, to wish upon Metia.
( And so, it is home. As much as anywhere could be when her true home is out walking around being as stubborn and as brave as any. But something about confessing that to Dion seems... cruel, as the man struggles in finding his own place in the world. She has already told him that he need not worry, that she and Clive accept him as he is. The rest, Jill knows, is up to him. She can offer what help, what experience has taught her, but the path is his alone to walk. )
She hasn't yet failed to grant a wish, if it is any comfort.
( And so, it is home. As much as anywhere could be when her true home is out walking around being as stubborn and as brave as any. But something about confessing that to Dion seems... cruel, as the man struggles in finding his own place in the world. She has already told him that he need not worry, that she and Clive accept him as he is. The rest, Jill knows, is up to him. She can offer what help, what experience has taught her, but the path is his alone to walk. )
She hasn't yet failed to grant a wish, if it is any comfort.
[Mount Drustanus. He only knows of what news the bards and messengers bring, and while the rest of Valisthea was seemingly falling to Ultima's wishes, he was thus so busy with his own duties, his own concerns. Yet another shadow of Ultima, moving his plots and machinations further.
He now feels even more adrift, that he was so separated from the world within the confines of his own family.]
I have sworn upon its light in the past. [And they are promises he did his best to fulfill. He cannot say whether that lends to Metia's power, whether it has any at all or not, but... such tradition spread, in its own way.] Oftentimes, it was one of my few companions in the night sky.
[He looks back down to her, at her face, and his brows furrow. It is not hard to recall her face as Clive granted his final goodbye to her. Even less difficult to imagine that a wish was made there, too.] Every wish?
[Clive is here with her. They are together, and they are alive. They are free from the hold Ultima had on the world, and the Blight, and the possibility they they failed. Is that not testament enough to what other powers besides gods exist in the world? There is a wish in his heart -- a simple enough one -- and yet it feels impossible to have it come true.
And undeserved, further.
I wish to see you again. Back, his eyes go, to the glow of Metia.] It is a comfort, when such is sorely needed.
He now feels even more adrift, that he was so separated from the world within the confines of his own family.]
I have sworn upon its light in the past. [And they are promises he did his best to fulfill. He cannot say whether that lends to Metia's power, whether it has any at all or not, but... such tradition spread, in its own way.] Oftentimes, it was one of my few companions in the night sky.
[He looks back down to her, at her face, and his brows furrow. It is not hard to recall her face as Clive granted his final goodbye to her. Even less difficult to imagine that a wish was made there, too.] Every wish?
[Clive is here with her. They are together, and they are alive. They are free from the hold Ultima had on the world, and the Blight, and the possibility they they failed. Is that not testament enough to what other powers besides gods exist in the world? There is a wish in his heart -- a simple enough one -- and yet it feels impossible to have it come true.
And undeserved, further.
I wish to see you again. Back, his eyes go, to the glow of Metia.] It is a comfort, when such is sorely needed.
( Dion's gaze is sharp, as pointed as his lance, and Jill inclines her head in his direction. )
So far. ( She stresses again, and her arms go to wrap around herself, as if she's struck by a sudden chill. But the air remains still, with the same temperature. ) It may not be the most timely granter of wishes, however.
( Thirteen years she had to wait to find out that Clive was indeed alive, though not unharmed. She remembers hearing -- not from the Duchess herself, no, but from the maids and other ladies -- that both brothers had perished along with their father at Phoenix Gate. Anabella's cruelty in withholding even that from her could not be understated -- the woman truly took delight in crushing the happiness of everyone who's existence threatened her own joy. And then... and then she wasn't given much time to grieve at all.
But she offers Dion an encouraging smile. )
It is. We all have fought so hard for it. To be reminded of why we did so, what beauty still remains for us -- it's a great comfort.
So far. ( She stresses again, and her arms go to wrap around herself, as if she's struck by a sudden chill. But the air remains still, with the same temperature. ) It may not be the most timely granter of wishes, however.
( Thirteen years she had to wait to find out that Clive was indeed alive, though not unharmed. She remembers hearing -- not from the Duchess herself, no, but from the maids and other ladies -- that both brothers had perished along with their father at Phoenix Gate. Anabella's cruelty in withholding even that from her could not be understated -- the woman truly took delight in crushing the happiness of everyone who's existence threatened her own joy. And then... and then she wasn't given much time to grieve at all.
But she offers Dion an encouraging smile. )
It is. We all have fought so hard for it. To be reminded of why we did so, what beauty still remains for us -- it's a great comfort.
[He makes a sound, quiet, under his breath; amusement, perhaps, or acceptance. He can feel her stiffen next to him, but is unsure how to solve such a matter; he has hardly been a warm gust of wind himself, and even less now, on this world.] I can be patient.
[He could wait forever, if only there was the smallest thread of hope.
Slowly, tentatively, Dion places a hand on her arm. It is not much, considering the warmth of others -- Dion especially remembers Joshua's warm, tight embrace -- but he only wishes to provide anything for this woman, who deserves more, after she offered him so much.]
I should hope you find comfort beyond it. [Not because this Metia, here, is only a figment of magic, but... because more is needed. He knows well himself.] Have you more wishes for the future? We shall make them together. To strengthen them.
[He could wait forever, if only there was the smallest thread of hope.
Slowly, tentatively, Dion places a hand on her arm. It is not much, considering the warmth of others -- Dion especially remembers Joshua's warm, tight embrace -- but he only wishes to provide anything for this woman, who deserves more, after she offered him so much.]
I should hope you find comfort beyond it. [Not because this Metia, here, is only a figment of magic, but... because more is needed. He knows well himself.] Have you more wishes for the future? We shall make them together. To strengthen them.
[ A few days after Nocwich accepts visitors for the month, a thin parcel is delivered to Jill (and Clive)'s quarters. Pressed between two thin shingles of wood, and protected by a layer of delicate paper is a small painting of a snaking evergreen branch, in black ink on white paper. Two birds, perhaps sparrows, sit on the span of wood, one with its wings raised in the moment of landing, the other looking up at the sky above. Above the birds is a looping, script of unfamiliar characters, neither Abraxan nor recognizable as Valisthean, and the brush strokes ebb and flow in a way that gives the impression that it is as much a part of the painting as the birds on the branch. Accompanying the painting is a short note, written in a tidy, flowing hand — different from the cramped notes the sender was jotting down in his journals during the trip to the nether, trying to maximize space. ]
Miss Jill,
Thank you for the kind gift. I don't have the skill to offer something of the same quality in return, but someone recently told me that you and Clive enjoy theater. This quote I have written in Xianzhou is from a fable about a traveler on a journey and the sights and people they encountered, which I first heard read as an excerpt by the Mourning Actors in my own world. It seemed like a relevant message, considering the situation.
My translation of the original text is as follows:
"Countless shooting stars streak across the night sky... If you can pick the right one, it will carry your wish to thousands of distant worlds."
Please take care of yourself as well, and give my regards to Clive.
Miss Jill,
Thank you for the kind gift. I don't have the skill to offer something of the same quality in return, but someone recently told me that you and Clive enjoy theater. This quote I have written in Xianzhou is from a fable about a traveler on a journey and the sights and people they encountered, which I first heard read as an excerpt by the Mourning Actors in my own world. It seemed like a relevant message, considering the situation.
My translation of the original text is as follows:
"Countless shooting stars streak across the night sky... If you can pick the right one, it will carry your wish to thousands of distant worlds."
Please take care of yourself as well, and give my regards to Clive.
Dan Heng
ไธนๆ
ไธนๆ
๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต? ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ข ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต - ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด - ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ! ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐'๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ช๐ต, ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ช๐ป๐ฆ.
( Dion, with his upbringing and formal nature, is almost a comfort -- though she cannot put a name to why. Perhaps it is the fact that he understands the weight of words, accepts how little Jill finds herself saying and what more she means. It may make her wish for him -- to relax, to find his place in this world, to discover himself again -- more difficult. Yet she hopes that he will have all the time allowed for it.
But he asks for her wishes, and she can't help but smile at him. )
A few, yes. Would you prefer to keep our wishes to ourselves?
( To give him the privacy of his own mind. )
But he asks for her wishes, and she can't help but smile at him. )
A few, yes. Would you prefer to keep our wishes to ourselves?
( To give him the privacy of his own mind. )
[ YEAH HAHA. ODD!!! ]
๐๐ฉ, ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ. ๐๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ! ๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐บ.
๐๐ฉ, ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ. ๐๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ! ๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐บ.
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