No, I wasn't disappointed by the outcome—I didn't have time to be. I didn't even know what the thing was until I held it out and flipped it on. What happened next wasn't something I think any of us expected. Not me, not Twilight, and certainly not the hungry beast of darkness closing in for the kill.

The moment I hit the switch, the world exploded in a blinding flash of light. It was less like a flash bomb and more like a bolt of white lightning had just struck the ground right in front of me. I was only vaguely aware of screams both feminine and alien somewhere nearby as I was blasted off my feet and into something hard and most likely very expensive behind me.

The only other thing I was aware of as the impact came was a brief second of agony blossoming at the back of my head and then everything went black once again.

The first sensations to return to Twilight along with her consciousness were the throbbing pain in her left wing and right hind leg, and a strange burning itch behind her eyelids. She groaned and tried to raise a hoof to scratch at her eyes, but her hoof didn't move. The itch was fading even as she made the attempt, but as she came to her senses, the fading itch became the least of her worries.

The mare found that, while she could still look around, she couldn't move any of her limbs. She felt both somehow constricted and weightless at the same time, and when she finally snapped open her eyes, she realized why. She was, as far as she could tell, still within the cellar she and Salvatore had initially woken up in but evidently, a great many things had changed while she'd been knocked out.

The last thing she remembered was interminable darkness and the thing hunting her and Sal within it. Then Salvatore used his Chaos magic and there was a bright flash and a deafening boom and horrible pain and then... nothing. Just like when they'd first woken up here. Now the amber crystals upon the wall were once again lit with a warm radiance and the monster was gone, but that was about the only good thing Twilight could say about the situation.

Where the cellar was concerned, it was as though a tornado had gone off in the relatively large space. Dressers, cabinets, tables, and of course the many bookshelves around the room had all been tossed every which way. Precious tomes and expensive artifacts were strewn about the ground, tossed aside like trash in a grimy back alley. The sight would've torn at Twilight's heart if she weren't so preoccupied with the fact that she herself was suspended in midair in the center of it all.

Below her, slowly rotating upon the ground and radiating with the black aura of dark magic was a series of spell circles layered upon one another. Unrecognizable thaumic sigils wove together in complex patterns that boggled the mind. Twilight, even in her current state—even knowing it was clearly dark magic—couldn't help but find the spellwork beautiful to look at.

Figuratively and literally spellbound as she was though, she couldn't ignore the effect the magic was having on her thaumic senses. The air was choked with dark magic, but there was something else mixed in—something more insidious. Something... other. It reminded her of the otherworldly presence in the darkness and as she felt it, she began to panic.

She looked back down to the spell circles below and tried to funnel her own magic into spellwork in an attempt to disrupt the magic. It was a crude method, the thaumic equivalent of using brute force, but fear and desperation had robbed her of any of her more refined techniques. Not only did the spell completely rebuff her pitiful attempt, but the feedback shot through her horn like an electrical shock.

She managed to stop herself from crying out in pain, but only just barely. She didn't need to try channeling magic again to know that it had been sealed and that she'd been cut off from her magic again. She grit her teeth in frustration at the repeated loss of her magic and at these wretched series of events as a whole. It took a moment, but eventually, she was able to push the anger back behind the worry and caution.

Looking around the room, she almost sighed in relief as she spotted Salvatore but her breath caught in her throat when she saw his current state. Twilight had been suspended facing the stairs and she found the dark-skinned biped sitting slumped against the wall to her left, nestled between a fallen armoire and a smaller shelf that had somehow managed to remain upright.

There were no visible injuries she could see, but he was unmoving, his head lolled to one side and his mouth hanging slightly open. To Twilight he looked terribly still and terribly pale, but it could've just been a trick of the light. Trapped in a stasis spell, she could only pray that he was just unconscious rather than the horrible alternative.

Unable to do anything for him, Twilight instead forced herself to turn away and find the culprit of her imprisonment. After their encounter with the creature in the dark, she kept her mouth shut as she scanned the ruined cellar, not daring to call out lest some other horrifying beast show up and devour them both when they couldn't run or fight back.

Something shifted at the edge of her vision and she immediately snapped her head to the corner of the wall opposite of where Salvatore lay. There, in the shadow of a heavy bookshelf that had been shoved to one side, a dark shape rose with slow, lithesome movements. What Twilight thought was a simple dark spot in the low amber light was a soundless creature wrapped in black.

Twilight's heart beat faster in her chest as it suddenly shot toward her in one smooth and silent motion. It seemed to glide along the ground like some Tartarus-born wraith, but as it moved into the amber light of the crystals above, she could see that the shadows surrounding the creature weren't shadows at all but a tattered black cloak billowing about a tall and vaguely equine frame.

The cloaked figure pulled up a few inches short of the slowly revolving spell circle and Twilight could now clearly see that the figure in question was indeed a pony or one of the equine-related races at least. Her heartbeat slowed, but the wariness and anxiety didn't completely dissipate. The figure said nothing as it stared at Twilight and the hood draped over its face gave nothing away.

Hope began to fill Twilight's chest that her captor could be reasoned with, but something in the way the figure just stood there and watched her stopped her from opening her mouth. As she stared back into the featureless black maw that was the figure's hooded face she could feel something in its gaze. It wasn't exactly killing intent, but there was rage there.

She wasn't sure how she knew, but she did. She could feel a cold fury the likes of which she'd never encountered before, and all of that controlled rage was aimed directly at her. It would've been enough to make her shudder in terror if she could move the rest of her body. As it was, she just swallowed and finally mustered up the courage to open her mouth and hope for the best.

"Wh-What... who are you?" she croaked, "why did you trap me here like this?"

For a long uncomfortable moment, the cloaked figure said nothing. As the silence dragged on, Twilight grew more and more anxious. Her anxiety only grew when the figure slowly turned its faceless gaze to the still unconscious Salvatore.

"Don't hurt him!" she cried, dragging the creature's attention back to her, "I don't know what your issue is with me, but he hasn't done anything wrong!"

In response, the figure tilted its head before pointedly sweeping its unseen eyes over the demolished remains of the cellar. Twilight didn't miss its meaning and winced at the admittedly correct implications.

"Er, well... we might've... made a bit of a mess," she conceded, "b-but we didn't have a choice! We were being hunted! The lights went out and there was this terrible darkness and some... some beast got into the cellar and we... we had to..."

She trailed off, not actually knowing what to say given she wasn't exactly sure what Salvatore had done in the first place. She was under no illusions that her words were sufficient enough to stave off whatever horrible fate the figure had planned, but to her surprise, the cold rage she'd felt had begun to recede as she fumbled her way through a horrid explanation. As she fell silent, the figure gave a world-weary sigh and took a step back from the spell circle.

From beneath the hood Twilight suddenly heard a voice that sounded deep, feminine, slightly raspy—possibly from non-use, and oddly familiar. The language the mare—Twilight assumed it was a mare—spoke was unlike anything she'd ever heard before. It had the weight and intonation of a short incantation, but the words were wrong—profane in a way and on a level she couldn't quite grasp.

Twilight's suspicions about the words being an incantation proved right. As the mare finished incanting, the complex spell keeping her aloft dissipated and she fell to the ground in a heap. She quickly scrambled to her hooves and backed away several steps, still on guard for any tricks. But it looked like there were no tricks to be had. Instead, the mare gave Twilight one last silent look before raising a dirty, midnight blue hoof and pulling back her hood to reveal the last pony Twilight had expected to see.

"I... wh—Luna!?" she sputtered, "Princess Luna, you... is that you?"

At first glance, there was no mistaking the mare with her midnight blue coat, her height—smaller than Celestia but still towering above almost any other pony, and her regal bearing. Upon closer inspection though, Twilight began to see some startling differences. Her mane, once an ethereal vision of the night sky itself, was now a deep void as black and bottomless as the darkness that had swallowed her and Salvatore.

Where once her mane rippled softly on an unseen breeze, it now whipped about in a violent torrent, lashing out as though it had a mind of its own. It covered the entire top half of her face, obscuring her eyes beneath undulating stygian waves. Though her coat was the same gentle shade of midnight that Twilight remembered, the wicked fangs protruding from the Princess' muzzle brought forth a much darker memory.

"Indeed, Twilight Sparkle," she replied in a tone that sound to Twilight equal parts resigned and disappointed, "I am Luna, though 'Princess' is a title I have long since abandoned."

Twilight took another look at Luna and realized, now that the danger had evidently passed, that the mare looked just as worn and weary as she sounded. Her face was gaunt and her bearing wasn't nearly as regal as it had first appeared. Luna had the look of a pony who'd seen far too much and lost even more. Twilight supposed she should have expected as much given the grim nature of the worlds they were to visit, but still... it nearly broke her heart to see somepony so strong look so weak.

"Princess—er, Luna," she said, taking a step forward, "what happened to you? What happened to Equestria? What was that... thing that attacked us?"

"In a moment," Luna replied, raising a hoof to forestall any further questions. Using her magic, she pulled something from under her cloak and floated it over to Twilight as she spoke, "first, I believe it would be prudent to return this to the chaos-touched Traveler."

"Traveler? And wait, you know about Salvatore?" Twilight asked as Luna dropped the object into her upturned hoof, "and what's this? Wait..." she furrowed her brow in bemusement as she realized what she was looking at, "is this... a flashlight?"

It was indeed a black flashlight a little over half the size of her hoof and attached to a small keychain.

"Salvatore... so that is his name," Luna mused aloud before shaking her head and returning her focus to Twilight. Her expression turned grave, "trust not its unassuming form, for that is no mere illuminant. It reeks of Chaos magic and is likely what caused the shade to flee," she nodded to the rest of the cellar, "it also likely brought about the current state of Daring Do's treasury. Given the outcome, you and your human companion would do well to rid yourselves of such a dangerous tool posthaste."

There were several things about what Luna had just said that needed unpacking, but for the moment, Twilight chose to focus on one thing at a time.

"If this thing is so dangerous," she asked, "why didn't you get rid of it?"

"It is within my power to do so," Luna said with a slow shake of her head, "but my methods would bring harm to the creature that created it."

"In that case, I'm grateful that you didn't," Twilight said, giving an inward sigh of relief at the implication that Salvatore was okay, "but I have to ask... it's clear that you know a lot about the situation—far more than Sal and I do, but did know that Sal was... that he's no longer actually human?"

"I do."

"Do you know what he is now? How he became what he is?"

"This human—this... Salvatore," she began, "much of his humanity has been stolen away by Chaotic powers but there is yet some semblance of his race that yet resides inside him," she turned back to Salvatore as she spoke, her expression almost pitying, "I know that even now his recent use of Chaos magic burns away what little remains and it will not be long until he is a lesser Chaos spirit in full," she shook her head sadly and returned her attention to Twilight, "while I have my suspicions, I do not know for certain how he came to be that way."

"So you don't even know if he can be trusted and even then you refused to harm him, but kept me captive," Twilight narrowed her eyes, "why? Why was there so much hatred in your eyes when you first saw me? What did I..." a look of understanding crossed her face and her voice grew quiet, "...what did the 'me' of this universe do?"

"I think... I can answer that, actually."

Waking up was a much more confusing experience this time around to be sure, but less painful than I expected. As i came to, I expected to have a throbbing headache or a concussion or something, but nope. Granted I was one of those people that literally never got headaches, but in this case, there wasn't any residual pain whatsoever. I highly doubted that was because of my human constitution though.

More likely it's because I'm a proto-chaos spirit now. I still don't know how to feel about that, but wait... does this mean I'm immortal now?

Like, actually immortal?

Oh shit, I think it just might...

Setting aside that existential can of worms for the moment, I focused on the conversation happening somewhere in front of me. It was a very strange conversation between Twilight, whom I was glad made it out of my blunder okay—at least it sounded like she had—and someone I was surprised to discover was none other than this Equestria's Luna. The conversation in question was an interesting one and I felt no real need to interrupt it for the most part so I kept my eyes and mouth shut.

For one thing, I learned that I hadn't completely been turned into an abomination of Chaos yet. The knowledge didn't really do much to affect how I felt about the situation given that it was probably only a matter of time before that changed. I mean, in all honesty, I still wasn't sure how I felt about the situation. On one hand, I wasn't really all that attached to my humanity, but on the other, somewhere deep down I found the idea of becoming something fundamentally different disconcerting at the very least.

Something else I found rather interesting in particular was how Luna referred to me as a 'Traveler'. The way she said it made it seem less like the standard definition and more like what Bobby Pendragon was. It made a sort of sense, I guess. That said, she seemed to know or implied she knew way more about the situation than I was really comfortable with. I started to wonder if maybe she'd used some spell to read my mind while I was unconscious.

I did also find out that I wasn't crazy and that my supposedly useful Chaos magic gave me what amounted to an IED in the form of a goddamn flashlight on a fucking keychain. I was seriously beginning to reconsider how 'lucky' I was to be able to use Chaos magic. I was starting to wonder if possible immortality was worth it if that was the kind of shit I was gonna be dealing with.

...Yeah, it'd still probably be worth it.

It was also around the time Twilight mentioned Luna's name that something clicked into place in my mind. I don't if the blow to my head knocked something loose, but suddenly I had an idea of why this place felt so familiar. I still didn't really get the whole picture or why I knew what I did, but I knew what kind of trouble befell this Equestria, and I also knew exactly who was responsible.

And yeah, this is exactly the kind of scenario I would cook up... God damn it all.

"I think... I can answer that, actually," I cut in as Twilight asked her question. I cracked my neck and, with a groan, started to pick myself up from the ground, "not sure how I figured it out, but... yeah."

"Sal!" Twilight cried, rushing over to my side, "are you okay, does it hurt anywhere? How's your head?"

"Chill, Twilight, I'm good," I chuckled as she handed me back the flashlight. I looked it over and frowned, I got the sense that if I focused, I could probably will the thing away. I wanted to, but something—a gut feeling maybe—stopped me though, and I pocketed it instead before giving a nod to the Princess-no-longer, "Luna."

I took her freaky appearance in stride, figuring it didn't matter what she looked like so long as she was friendly.

"Salvatore," she replied, nodding in kind, "I take it you've heard our discussion then?"

"I heard enough," I replied, "but before I get into what I know, how do you know so much about me?"

Luna gave a shallow chuckle of her own at that.

"In truth, I know almost nothing about you in particular," she answered, "but I have been alive for some time and have seen and learned much during my overly long existence. I know of Chaos and its nature and I have walked among you humans and know of your ways."

"And Travelers?" Twilight asked curiously, "by your tone I take it you didn't mean somepony just traveling from one place to another?"

"Nah," I replied, fielding the question in Luna's place, "she's probably talking about the fact that we're hopping from one universe to another," I looked to Luna for confirmation, "am I right?"

"Just so," Luna nodded before rounding on Twilight, "I also know of those who walk planes that are not their own and it is for this reason that I have no quarrel with you, Twilight Sparkle. I can feel that you have come here from a variant Equestria."

"It didn't seem that way earlier," Twilight pointed out quietly, "before—"

"You have my sincerest apologies for my earlier actions and vehemence towards you," Luna bowed her head, her tone somehow both firm and contrite, "you must understand that the focus of my ire shares your face," neither Twilight or I could see her eyes through her pitch-black mane, but we could both feel a sudden wave of violent but thankfully controlled anger from the mare as she continued, "as long as it has been since her departure, the wounds are yet fresh in my mind. As for the spell... I wanted to take no chances."

"Yeah... i can see that," I said rubbing the back of my neck. I turned to Twilight, "so I don't really know how I know this and what I do know is pretty vague, but apparently, the Twilight of this universe woke something up that should've stayed asleep and just kind of... fucked off, leaving the rest of the world to deal with the aftermath," I turned to Luna, "that sound about right?"

"A crude explanation, but not inaccurate," she conceded with a slow nod and a dour expression, "it has been many years since then and the black veil that has fallen over our world only seems to grow stronger."

"That's... that's horrible," Twilight finally said after a moment, "and this black veil... judging from what we encountered earlier, I take it you don't just mean that figuratively?"

"I am afraid not," the mare replied with a weighty tone, "the Old Night has brought about the end of what we once knew as natural day and night. Neither myself nor my sister, nor any of the few creatures who still call this wretched land home has felt the blessed rays of the Sun or Moon in some time," she raised her head to the ceiling as though looking straight through it to the sky above, "the world's population has fallen to a mere fraction of what it was and wicked shades like the one you met ravaged the land making much of it all but inhospitable."

"And this place?" Twilight asked, "you said it was Daring Do's treasury. Is she here? Did she turn this cellar into some sort of sanctuary? And if that was the case, how did one of those shades manage to get in?"

At the mention of Daring Do's name, Luna lowered her head and looked away. For a moment she didn't say a word, but just as Twilight opened her mouth to speak again, the cloaked mare turned on her heel and started making her way to the stairs.

"Come," she commanded, "I wish to show you something."

She didn't wait for us to reply or even follow after her before heading up the steps. Twilight and I just kind of looked at each other. Twilight looked uncertain, and I wasn't really keen on the idea of going outside knowing what I did now. I recognized the moniker of the Old Night and with my history of night blindness and the knowledge of the kind of things wandering about out there, I was completely okay with staying in the relatively safe cellar.

"I really, really don't want to go out there, Twilight."

"I know, but I don't think we have a choice, Salvatore. We won't get anything done by holing up in here."

I took a deep, steadying breath and let it out in a resigned sigh.

"Yeah... I know."

And with that, Twilight and I followed Luna up the stairs and out of the cellar door she'd thrown open. Initially, I thought that taking our first steps outside the cellar would be like walking back into that void-black darkness. That was sort of the case, but where I expected to immediately walk headlong into the void, I actually found and more importantly saw solid ground beneath my feet. Looking up, I saw the pitch-black darkness I expected.

If I squinted, I thought I could see shapes swimming around the black sky above. I shuddered at the thought, hoping it was some kind of visual hallucination and knowing in the back of my mind it probably wasn't. Looking out across the grassy field I could see the same blackness beyond a certain point. Where the grass should've met the void beyond, there was a brightly glowing band of light.

What is that? Some kinda magical ward maybe?

Looking around, it was like someone had cut out a piece of Equestria as it should've been and put in the black nothingness. Within the boundary of the white circle, it looked like a perfectly peaceful night. Turning to look behind me, I saw that the cellar was connected to what looked like the back of a simple cabin. It was, of course, Twilight who thought to ask the obvious questions aloud as she moved to stand next to me.

"I don't really know all that much about Daring Do," she began, eyeing Luna who stood a short distance in front of us, "but I know she was a pegasus and that this is definitely the work of a unicorn... or maybe an alicorn?"

"Nay, Twilight Sparkle," Luna replied, her own gaze fixed on the darkness beyond the barrier of normalcy, "though I have done what I can to keep the remnants of our society safe from harm, this particular ward was erected courtesy of a powerful artifact Daring Do left behind."

Twilight and I gave each other another look, but Luna spoke again as if reading our minds.

"The artifact in question is not one of those placed within her vault of treasures," she elaborated, "it something she kept in her abode and remains there even now. It is what allows me to come and go as I please."

"And Daring Do?" I ventured, "I'm guessing she's uh... not with us anymore?"

"She was one of the first victims as far as I know," Luna replied, finally turning to face the two of us, "but her fate is none of your concern. What is of concern to you is the artifact she left behind. It is not something that can be so easily removed from this place and though it is powerful enough to keep the darkness at bay, it has its weaknesses."

"Weaknesses?" Twilight pressed.

"This artifact is powerful but was not meant to fight back against the kind of stygian corruption the Old Night brings," she explained, "its power has waned considerably over the years and every so often a shade is allowed to slip through. ergo your prior run-in with their kind."

"So what you're saying is, we're not safe here," I surmised with a frown, "that barrier is set to pop any time now and once it does, we're basically fucked."

"It is as you say," Luna confirmed with a grave nod, "I know not why you two have come to this world, but you would do well to leave it far behind. There is naught for you here but a swift and horrifying end at the claws of the Old Night and its demons."

"Oh we'd love nothing more than to do just that, believe me," I replied with a humorless chuckle, "but we're kinda stuck here and we can't really leave until we've found what we're looking for."

I couldn't see Luna's eyes, but I got the impression she was furrowing her brows in bemusement.

"What could you possibly hope to find in a place like this?" she asked, her tone suddenly suspicious and more than a bit dangerous, "seek you the Nameless Tome? Or the Book of Eibon perhaps? Ah, but then your intrusion into Daring Do's treasury would make sense," she stalked toward the two of us, making us both back up a step in alarm, "if you mean to bring such horrors to another realm then I shall strike you both down here and now."

"Whoa, hold on a minute!" I cried, raising my hands defensively, "I swear to god, we're not here for any dark forbidden tomes of eldritch knowledge!" Luna paused, but the dangerous air around her didn't abate, "look, our circumstances are kind of... fucked right now. We're not here because we wanna be."

"...Explain."

And so I did.

I laid out the situation, giving Luna the cliff notes version with Twilight filling in the events I'd forgotten or glossed over. I wasn't exactly sure how long it took to lay everything out, but as we talked, Luna's expression grew more and more incredulous. By the end of our exposition, she'd grown very quiet. Her face was entirely unreadable and she didn't even seem to be looking at us anymore.

I glanced down at Twilight and she returned the look, giving a helpless shrug of her wings. We'd told Luna everything we could and whatever happened next was kind of out of our hands. We couldn't exactly just waltz out into the darkness and hope for the best. Right now, Luna was our only real hope of getting anything done in this Equestria. If she chose not to help us then... well...

I have no goddamn clue. Maybe I could Chaos magic our way out, but I don't know how well that would go. I guess it worked out in the end last time, but...

I pressed a hand to the spot where the flashlight sat comfortably in my pocket and winced at the thought of having to use it again. I was snapped out of my thoughts as Luna turned away from us. Another uncomfortable moment passed before she finally spoke again.

"I've heard no such tales of this... Multiversal Needle," she began, "but if you do indeed speak the truth, then it seems it would be in all our best interests to find this shard," she turned to look at me over her shoulder, "I have much to think on regarding these revelations, but I will choose to trust and help you for now."

I heard Twilight give an audible sigh of relief next to me and my shoulders sagged a bit as the tension left me. We hadn't actually asked for her help, but I guess she'd come to the same conclusion I had about us treading dangerous waters here.

"You can sense the location of these crystal shards, yes?" she asked.

"Yeah, I was hoping it would be down in the cellar, but no dice," I replied with a shrug, "I know it's around here somewhere, but it's not here here."

"Very well," she said before looking back out into the darkness, "if I'm to understand you correctly, you will be pulled from this realm once you obtain this 'Linchpin shard'."

"Yup, that's the gist of it."

And assuming Apparatus was telling the truth, your world won't be wiped off the multiversal map in the process.

Neither Twilight nor I thought it a good idea to mention the particulars of what would happen if I died, so we'd left that little detail out of the explanation.

"In that case, I will help you navigate this world to the best of my ability," Luna continued, her horn sparking to life with an eerie-looking blue-black aura, "but first we go to the caverns beneath Canterlot Castle. Already I am late in my duties to our remaining citizens and Celestia likely grows worried for my safety."

She paused to give Twilight a pointed look.

"What?" Twilight asked, looking slightly self-conscious as Luna continued to stare.

"Do you know of any spells to disguise your appearance?"

At first, Twilight frowned in confusion, but it wasn't long before a look of realization crossed her face. She didn't look happy about it, but rather than answer verbally, she closed her eyes and her horn lit up. For roughly a minute she remained like that, then, in a brilliant flash of light, she was a completely different pony. Her wings were gone, her coat was a pale yellow color, and her mane and tail had shifted to a pleasant forest green color.

"Nice," I commented.

"I never really had much use for this spell so it took a bit longer than I would've liked," Twilight sighed, "but really I'm just glad to have my magic back. Again."

At that last statement, her expression basically told the world that heads would roll if she lost her magic again. I couldn't really blame her. That must've been a pain in the ass to deal with, but any mirth I felt was quickly sapped away by the no-nonsense tone in Luna's voice when she next addressed Twilight.

"How long can you maintain the spell?" she asked.

"It's a static spell," Twilight replied, sounding a bit proud, "I don't need to consume magic to maintain it so it'll stay active until I dispel it."

"Impressive," Luna remarked. A small and strangely sad smile crossed her face, but it vanished almost as soon as it had appeared and she was all business as she raised her head, "I'm sending us back. Prepare yourselves, for this will not be a pleasant experience."

With that said, Luna raised her head to the sky and began to chant. I winced at the words she spoke, almost certain she was speaking in the R'lyehian tongue. That wasn't what weirded me out though—I actually expected that on some level. What weirded me out was the fact that as I focused on her words, I could almost, almost make out what she was saying. It was more intuition than actual understanding, but it was there.

I was so caught up in wondering what the hell that was all about that I nearly missed the large blackened magical circle that surrounded us all. I barely had time to look down before we were all swallowed by shadows and whisked away to the Crystal Caverns below Canterlot.

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