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Books A Brutal and Beautiful Science-Fantasy: Revealing A Palace Near the Wind by Ai Jiang A powerfully imaginative, compelling story of a young woman seeking to save her family and her home. By Reactor | Published on May 30, 2024 Photo credit: Yizhi Zhang Comment 0 Share New Share Photo credit: Yizhi Zhang We’re thrilled to share the cover and preview an excerpt from A Palace Near the Wind, a science-fantasy novella from author Ai Jiang. A story of family, loss, oppression and rebellion, A Palace Near the Wind will be available on April 8, 2025 from Titan Books. Sometimes called Wind Walkers for their ability to command the wind, unlike their human rulers, the Feng people have bark faces, carved limbs, arms of braided branches, and hair of needle threads. Bound by duty and tradition, Liu Lufeng, the eldest princess of the Feng royalty, is the next bride to the human king. The negotiation of bridewealth is the only way to stop the expansion of the humans so that the Feng can keep their lands, people, and culture intact. As the eldest, Lufeng should be the next in line to lead the people of Feng, and in the past, that made her sisters disposable. Thankful that her youngest sister, Chuiliu, is too young for a sacrificial marriage, she steps in with plans to kill the king to finally stop the marriages.But when she starts to uncover the truth about her peoples’ origins and realizes Chuiliu will never be safe from the humans, she must learn to let go of duty and tradition, choose her allies carefully, and risk the unknown in order to free her family and shape her own fate.A powerfully imaginative, compelling story of a young woman seeking to save her family and her home, as well as a devastating meditation on the destruction of the natural world for the sake of an industrial future. Cover art and design by Nat MacKenzie Ai Jiang is a Chinese-Canadian writer, Ignyte Award winner, Hugo, Astounding, Nebula, Locus, Bram Stoker, and BFSA Award finalist, and an immigrant from Fujian currently residing in Toronto, Ontario. Her work can be found in F&SF, The Dark, Uncanny, The Masters Review, among others. She is the recipient of Odyssey Workshop’s 2022 Fresh Voices Scholarship and the author of Linghun and I AM AI. Find her on X, Insta, and on her website. Buy the Book A Palace Near the Wind Ai Jiang Buy Book A Palace Near the Wind Ai Jiang Buy this book from: AmazoniBooks BRIDEWEALTH The youngest of my sisters, Chuiliu, blew on the white and blue rain blooms, clutching onto their navy stems. The dozens of slender arms attached at its tip held onto teardrop-like blubs. Her breath scattered the seeds so they may travel and grow elsewhere. One ancient story passed down in Feng told of the floating seeds helping blowers find what they seek. There was little doubt my sister and I were praying for the same: to find our sisters and Mother. We had been denying the possibility of their death for the annuals they had spent, sight unseen, within the Palace. Surely, if my sisters and Mother were alive, they would have made contact, and the King would not need to wed more of the women in our family. But we refused to believe they had passed. Grandmother would have said. We would have held a funeral. All we held now was our silence. A sob welled up within me as I recalled my childhood, when my three missing younger sisters, along with our mother, were still in Feng rather than within the King’s clutches. Back then, it felt as though our home were in an eternal spring. At dusk, in the rain bloom fields, my sisters and I offered whispers of our dreams of love, of age, of adventure. Mother always watched, settled under a nearby storm tree, a gentle smile reaching her eyes. Even now with sunlight beckoning the forest to stretch its limbs and drink its rays, the warmth was not comforting. It battered my body, scorching me, igniting the pent-up anger and sorrow I stored within me. It had been three annuals since Sangshu, my fourth sister, married the King. She would be twenty-three annuals if she was alive. Hopefully she and my mother, and Yunshu and Heshi—my second and third sisters—are still breathing. Chuiliu was unaware of my sorrow as I shielded my face from her. I imagined the rain bloom droplets lifting into the sky with my own sap tears. “Will the seeds find them?” Chuiliu asked, her eyes like earthy moons. “The natural gods and the wind will guide them,” I said, a lie. I, too, would soon be married to the King. I couldn’t tell her I would act as her seeking rain bloom. All she had to do was wait for my return. “Lufeng,” Grandmother’s voice drifted from behind. “It is time.” I patted Chuiliu on the head, her dark needlethreads soft against the rough bark of my skin, and nudged her toward the cluster of hollows that made up our home in Feng. Reluctant at first, her shoulders then drooped before she trotted toward the storm trees. Grandmother and I waited until she disappeared into the forest’s embrace. * * * Two individuals must settle the negotiation of bridewealth; they must be close—yet not too close—to the soon-to-be-married couple’s families. My mother’s sister, Xiangmu, and Copper, the King’s aunt, would meet to negotiate the terms for my marriage to the King. The grounds of the Palace were stretching forth again, growing closer and closer to our home in Feng. Only through the marriages would there be a chance to halt the expansions. This was the first time marriage negotiations were taking place in Feng. I followed Grandmother away from the rain bloom fields toward the edge of Feng and waited for Copper to exit the Palace. The large storm tree leaves, grey, shifting, like a slice of dark sky and clouds contained within the naturally serrated edges, obscured half our bodies. Driven by slivers of passing wind, the tree brewed small hurricanes and tornadoes, a flurry of      branches and trunks intertwining, as though our hands might be whisked away upon contact. Only soft tickles graced our fingertips when we brushed the storm leaves aside, like collected dust, touchable clouds, soft tumbleweeds. The gates of the Palace yawned like the opening of a freshly dug grave. Settled on top of a bulky and imposing Traveller, Copper towered over those of both the Palace guards’. The controlled strides of the mechanical legs creaked metallically, resounding between the Palace and our home in Feng. The Palace was too far for human ears. It was an hour away if travelling by wind, less on a Traveller. But sound met us early. The same with sight. Grandmother, nearing a century, could see every detail of a single feather on a bird’s wing several gusts of winds away. Copper and the Palace guards moved forth in too steady a rhythm, unlike the sporadic, untimed clash of thunder and flash of lightning. The Traveller’s silver legs with feet resembled the talons of birds, something that should be natural but wasn’t. The guards’ Travellers were half the height of Copper’s and flanked both ahead and behind. Pooled over them were black cloaks with the hoods drawn up, reaching just before the lips. Copper’s smooth, bronzed skin and slender arms were so unlike our own rough bark faces and carved branch limbs. Her white cloak billowed behind her, and her hood framed her face. Human, that’s what Grandmother called her and most of those who lived within the Palace. And what are we? I had asked when I was younger. We are the people of Feng and Feng itself—a part of the trees, a part of the wind—was Grandmother’s answer—Just as we borrow the wind, the wind also borrows us. The walls extending skywards around the Palace grazed the clouds. The Palace itself looked as though it were encased in a bone mold—rigid, still… dead. Few had seen past the walls, nor the other half of the Palace. I imagined it would be a mirror image of what loomed in front of me. Along the bottom, there were more tiles waiting to be placed, stacked on top of uprooted trees and dead undergrowth like feeble fingers clutching, scraping, futile. If I had the power, if the wind ever allowed—though I knew the natural gods were never in favour of chaos—I would show the King what it was like to have your home threatened, to feel attacked, to be afraid. And I would mock his terror in silence. At the abrupt end of the bone-like, stone-tiled path that stretched in a straight line the width of a large forest stream, the three halted in unison halfway to Feng. The guards retreated, and Copper continued forth alone. I winced as the metal talons of her Traveller sank into the grass, uprooting with each step, leaving scars that marred our lands the way I wanted to mar the King and his people’s lives. Grandmother had gone to speak with Aunt Xiangmu. When Copper neared, seeming like only moments later, though the sun had already gone, I melted into the shadows and followed—unseen and unheard. Copper made for Aunt Xiangmu’s home near the heart of Feng. The people of Feng had exited their hollows to watch with bowed heads as the King’s aunt passed, the guards now following at a distance. Some marvelled at the Traveller; some stared with scorn; a few fled inside their hollows, the sight being too horrific, while others stood, feet bracing both the earth beneath them and the wind hovering near them—sometimes we borrowed for travel, and other times we borrowed for strength. Each step Copper’s Traveller took pierced into the organs of Feng. I reimagined the ground as Copper, the Traveller’s legs as my fingers, and the King as Aunt Xiangmu’s hollow. * * * Near the entrance of Aunt Xiangmu’s hollow sat Copper’s Traveller, legs withdrawn, with only the half shell body remaining settled on the ground. By the hollow opening perched      the two guards, tall, erect, in their Travellers, though their height was nothing compared to the extending, intertwined roots reaching endlessly into the sky behind them, branches worming down into the earth. Next to Aunt Xiangmu’s home rippled from the ground the ancient roots of nearby trees. The hollow’s exterior had storm vines hanging from leaning trunks, which made it almost impossible to see inside. The woven branched walls rippled every few seconds, allowing small glimpses of the earthly chamber, now an intruded upon haven. I ran a hand along the body of the hollow—an empty trunk constructed by weavings, roofless; the ceiling disappeared into the surrounding trees. Though the people of Feng liked to call these homes hollows, I liked to call them eyes for the way they blinked. I crouched on the other side of a shifting opening, caught a rippling, and tugged it to widen the gap. During prior negotiations, Aunt Xiangmu would float toward the Palace, guided by the wind, by its courage, as though gliding on clouds, while my sisters, Grandmother, and I bid her a silent farewell half-hidden behind the walls of Feng—tangled, spiraling in place like churning clouds, rumbling storms. Perhaps this slight change, bringing a member of the Palace to us, meant we were making progress in reclaiming our lands. Or perhaps the King was only toying with us—giving us hope before taking it away. “Fengfeng.” Chuiliu. My youngest sister, even at full height, only reached my hip, and I was only past five feet, halfway to six—shorter than most of those in Feng. The Feng—Phoenix—in my name was not the same meaning as the Feng, Wind, of our home, but my sister, still having difficulties with the distinct tones, always made the mistake. She tugged at the end of my cloak, and I calmed as I leaned down. Though Chuiliu was naturally quiet, her whispers sounded thunderous with only the wind against the grass and a single cricket’s call in the distance. I raised a finger to my lips and beckoned her closer. “What are you doing?” she asked, lowering her voice until it was almost inaudible. “Watching. Listening,” I said. My arms of braided and tangled branches wrapped around her slight frame and brought her to a squat. The only thing distinguishing our legs from one another was how new her roots looked: no moss, and their looseness made them appear like they would unravel if a strong breeze passed. Together, we watched the negotiations unfold. I clutched Chuiliu’s hand harder than she was clutching mine. She reached behind me, offering rhythmic pats—the same way Mother used to soothe us all. * * * Aunt Xiangmu sat across from Copper in her dinner hollow, meant for welcoming guests not from Feng, hands settled on top of a scarred table made from the remains of our ancestors, their faces lit by a single candle almost burnt out—one Copper brought with her. I winced as drops of melted wax dripped onto the table, as if burning our dead. Each aunt had an emptied shell filled with cool tea made from riverside herbs. We didn’t need such things, but we understood humans required a different nourishment. Water, sunlight, and moonlight were enough to sustain us. Humans were always picky, according to Aunt Xiangmu. Yet my younger sisters were always eager, hungry, to hear more about the Palace and its people. There is nothing better than our home, I used to remind them, as Grandmother would me. My sisters would sulk and return to playing in the rain bloom fields, or sometimes past those, swinging or crawling through vineyard thickets. Copper pulled a second candle from her white cloak. In Feng, we only borrowed Moonglows, tiny insects carrying Luna’s light in their bodies, and we always allowed them to leave when they wished. Though we didn’t really need the light, for our eyesight adjusted to the time of day, Moonglows were mainly for company, comfort, celebration. Yunshu and Heshi had a habit of beckoning Moonglows into their hairs, complimenting one another on the beauty of their needle threads. Chuiliu liked to stare in silence at nearby trees, Moonglows, up at the crescent or full of Luna, always with a small grin—a secret joke she wasn’t willing to share. But there was also a different type of Moonglow with the same name, which grows where crescents hang, a slow juggle across the sky—light houses with gazing eyes picked and held in palms. For those of us injured or nearing death, Moonglows were ground, mixed, poured down throats, churned within ourselves to heal. It felt like the dim recollection of the sun at dawn, a small embrace during the nights. And sometimes, it was used for tea. “Thank you,” Aunt Xiangmu began, gesturing to the tea in front of Copper. “For coming all the way here.” “Well, the King wanted to extend his respects to the Wind Walkers. The situation has been uneasy between our people, hasn’t it?” Copper took a sip, wrinkled her nose. “It’s cold.” “Is it not to your liking?” Aunt Xiangmu asked, taking a sip of her own tea, then cradled the cup in her hands as if for comfort. Copper pressed her lips together. “No, no. Just… different.” The movement was slight, almost unnoticeable, but when Copper placed her shell down, she slid it away. I held my tongue. I wondered if Aunt Xiangmu drank the hot tea she once spoke about being served at the Palace and had served Copper cold tea as an act of unspoken defiance. “Hopefully, with this meeting, your people will become more,” Copper said, tapping a finger against the side of the shell, “settled with their concerns.” “That will have to depend on whether you agree to our terms.” Aunt Xiangmu set down her tea, fingers tightening around the shell. Excerpted from A Palace Near the Wind, copyright © 2024 by Ai Jiang The post A Brutal and Beautiful Science-Fantasy: Revealing <i>A Palace Near the Wind</i> by Ai Jiang appeared first on Reactor.

News The Umbrella Academy The Umbrella Academy Faces the Final Timeline in Season Four’s First Teaser The new normal is not very normal By Molly Templeton | Published on May 30, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share Is normality coming for the Hargreeves siblings? Things got very, very weird at the end of The Umbrella Academy’s third season—which is par for the course where these folks are concerned, but still: This new timeline is a huge shift for the gang. No powers? No powers. But still a lot of “madness and chaos,” as showrunner Steven Blackman said. And a trippy subway map? Here’s the synopsis: The Hargreeves siblings have scattered after the climactic showdown at the Hotel Oblivion led to a complete reset of their timeline. Stripped of their powers, each is left to fend for themselves and find a new normal — with wildly varying degrees of success. Yet the trappings of their uncanny new world prove too hard to ignore for very long. Their father Reginald, alive and well, has stepped out of the shadows and into the public eye, overseeing a powerful and nefarious business empire. A mysterious association known as The Keepers holds clandestine meetings believing the reality they’re living in is a lie and a great reckoning is coming. As these strange new forces conspire around them, the Umbrella Academy must come together one last time — and risk upsetting the shaky peace they’ve all endured so much to secure — to finally set things right. Their powerless state clearly doesn’t last too long; most of the siblings eventually use their abilities in this too-brief trailer, which very wisely uses only instrumental bits of Europe’s “The Final Countdown” (we know, we know). It’s perfectly in keeping with the series’ frequent use of ’80s jams, starting all the way back in season one with that excellent “I Think We’re Alone Now” sequence. Season four brings in three new characters played by Megan Mullally, Nick Offerman, and David Cross; at Tudum, you can peek at a page from the first-episode script, which finds Mullally and Offerman’s characters making a wild deal for a tape of a movie Alison (Emmy Raver-Lampman) starred in. The rest of the cast includes, of course, Elliot Page as Viktor, Tom Hopper as Luther, David Castañeda as Diego, Robert Sheehan as Klaus, Aidan Gallagher as Five, Justin H. Min as Ben (a couple of Bens, really), Ritu Arya as Lila, and Colm Feore as Sir Reginald Hargreeves. The Umbrella Academy’s last season premieres August 8th on Netflix.[end-mark] The post <i>The Umbrella Academy</i> Faces the Final Timeline in Season Four’s First Teaser appeared first on Reactor.

Movies & TV ghosts Was Ghosts Season 3 the Season of Our Dreams? The third season brought us a wedding, odd romances, and new rules for the departed By Melody L. Simpson | Published on May 30, 2024 Image: Philippe Bosse/CBS Comment 0 Share New Share Image: Philippe Bosse/CBS The biggest comedy of CBS’s 2023-2024 season, Ghosts wrapped its third season. The series opened up a whole host of opportunities, answers… and a lot more questions about the ghosts, the estate, and all who pass through it. If the series continues with its whip sharp writing, we’re in for a long life cycle for this comedy. While we anticipate season four, let’s break down the many adventures of all the characters this season! Sam and Jay It’s only right to start off this ensemble comedy talking about the character responsible for us seeing all of the ghosts, Sam. Not only is she the beating heart of the show, but she’s played by the talented and charming Rose McIver, alongside the equally delightful Utkarsh Ambudkar as Jay. The couple had plenty of uproariously funny conflicts this season, both personal and professional.  On the personal front, Jay’s sister, Bela (Punam Patel) and her boyfriend, Eric (Andrew Leeds) returned for a visit, this time with an attempt by Eric to bamboozle everyone into thinking his NDE (near-death experience) over Christmas caused him to see ghosts as well. Nothing gets past Sam, even with the couple showing up when Eric believed she wouldn’t be around. This was a perfect reminder that this is Sam’s world and nothing phony is going to threaten that. On the business front, Halloween brought a treat for the ghosts and a tricky situation for Sam and Jay in the form of death. With another dead body on the property, the main investor for the B&B pulled out, leaving Sam & Jay scrambling for $10k to pay the construction crew building their estate’s restaurant for B&B guests. They turned to Isaac’s (Brandon Scott Jones) book advance. Hilarity ensued. While funny, this whole subplot of a ghost being given money is a little too wacky to take seriously—not even mentioning this economy. The show pokes fun at itself, but undermining Sam’s logic does not elevate the comedy.  Now one of the best moments of the season goes to the ghosts Face Timing Sam and them realizing that she can’t see them through aids such as technological devices. It’s always a thrill when the show gives us details on the human to ghost rules, specifically when it comes to Sam, the only one who can regularly see and hear them. We’re given these rules on an as needed basis, which is understandable. Still, we all want more of the rules laid out so that we can explore those lines more. Looking forward to plenty more worldbuilding rules to unfold as future seasons air.  Isaac and Nigel Image: Philippe Bosse/CBS Throughout the season, Isaac and Nigel (John Hartman) planned their wedding, had two separate bachelor parties during which they were introduced to the concept of lap dances—oh, and they didn’t end up getting married in the end. Audiences were in for a shock when Isaac called off the wedding at the altar, after realizing that he didn’t want to settle. Good for Isaac for coming into this truth sooner rather than later although the timing was still wildly unfortunate. Nigel took the situation gracefully. But let’s be real, Isaac. You cannot leave the estate so who is your best option aside from Nigel? Alberta Most of the quirky romances this season completely fell apart. Enter Alberta (Danielle Pinnock) who hit it off with a poltergeist, Saul Henry (Lamorne Morris), who was attached to a newly arrived B&B guest, Gene (Geoffrey Owens). Way to go on the fabulous guest stars this season! They sure know how to pick ‘em! Falling in love with Alberta, Saul decided to jerk his soul off of Gene and onto Jay as his host so that he could stay on the estate. Aww, that was so cute! For all of two seconds.  Alarm bells rang loudly since a romance such as this was simply not at all sustainable. After all, Sam was present for essentially every intimate moment between the two since she’s usually with Jay… and definitely always with Jay at night time, asleep in their bed. It doesn’t take long for Alberta to come to her senses, with the nudge of the realization that she may have fallen for a clinger. This was such a savvy way to bring a new ghost onto the premises of the estate. I don’t know what I’m more excited for next, all of the new ways the writers come up with to introduce new ghosts or Alberta’s love life.  Pete A sour treat came in the form of Pete’s widow, Carol (Caroline Aaron). After dying while eating a donut hole at Sam & Jay’s Halloween party, she became a permanent guest on the property. Pete and Carol had a lot to learn about their boundaries as ghosts living together again, seeing as how Carol cheated on Pete when they were both alive and this estate is Pete’s domain, not hers. Pete’s scheme of pretending that he was dating Alberta and side-piecing Nancy in order to impress Carol wasn’t strong enough considering it is the only conflict that we see between them.   Carol may have become a ghost on the estate but she also becomes a ghost of the show, as she is nonexistent just two episodes after her introduction and doesn’t return until the finale when she announces that she’s going to marry some random ghost, Baxter. After opening the door for exploring the dynamic between a former husband and widow who are now both ghosts, the Carol subplot was completely dropped. Perhaps the show should have chosen the widow or Pete’s power to focus on this season rather than both. My vote goes for Pete’s power.  Pete’s realization that his ghost power is being able to move past the estate’s ghost boundary is hands down the most exciting development of the series to date. They wasted no time tapping into this adventure, from Pete tagging along with Jay to a big box retail store, to Pete using his scouting skills to make his way back to the estate after the ghosts out in the wild were a little too rowdy for his taste. Yes! Putting that character backstory to work, we love to see it! Would Carol have anything to say about her in-laws? When was the last time she communicated with them? Who knows. Instead, we found out while on the vacation that the longer he is away, the more his physical being disappears. Brilliant. With this knowledge, we know that there is plenty of time to explore Pete off the estate, with or without Sam and Jay. Thor & Flower When it comes to loyal ghosts, Thor (Devan Chandler Long) comes to mind. It’s not everyday you’ll find a ghost willing to conduct a seance to get you back. That’s exactly what he did for Flower (Sheila Carrasco) who was presumed to have moved on. Flower didn’t actually move on but Sam, Jay, and the ghosts don’t find that out until later. Instead of Flower being completely written out of the show, the writers worked around Carrasco’s maternity schedule. Real life aside, I actually was a bit disappointed in the return of Flower.  The audience was introduced to the idea of the ghosts moving on, which gives us so much to think about. What is keeping each and everyone of these characters here? How, if at all, are they able to get the closure that they need after all of this time? The layers of moving on gives us something to look forward to and anticipate. But the door to this subplot is slammed shut and for who knows how long when we find out that Flower is still on the estate. Was there no other way to have Flower noticeably absent for most of the season?  It also would have also been more interesting to see Thor’s romance life post-Flower, as well as get the audience used to a routine of recurring ghosts getting “sucked off” sooner rather than later. They may have still achieved the latter, even if it was a false start.  Sasappis Image: Philippe Bosse/CBS Sasappis’s (Román Zaragoza) ghost power storyline was top tier until Pete’s power bulldozed right over it. Sasappis can subtly influence living human beings by going into their dreams. The rules are, he has to gain the person’s trust, repeatedly show up in their dreams, and they have to be susceptible. Great rules. They give a lot for the writers to play with as far as showing Sasappis in people’s dreams in the future and so much more.  Pete had ethical issues with the power. One of the show’s strengths is watching the house deliberate on the ethics of each other’s powers and decisions, as the results often directly or indirectly affect everyone around them in some form or another. Leaning into this open communication is such a breath of fresh air because even when communicating, misunderstandings and disagreements arise. Ultimately, Jay connects the dots in his dreams that Sasappis is pulling the strings, due to Sasappis’s lazy dialogue in the dream. Ha!    Trevor Not quite an ace of a human being, there’s Trevor (Asher Grodman). He takes a backseat this season, only really coming to the forefront when his brother checks into the Woodstone after discovering a loophole in the rewards system. This story is more about exploring what it means when small businesses are taken advantage of than it is about Trevor. Which is fine. Past seasons have given us enough Trevor, so his lack of screen time this season is not a complaint here. Hetty It’s not until the end of the season that we get to learn more about Hetty (Rebecca Wisocky). The story was that an accidental overdose while celebrating her cheating husband’s disappearance brought upon her demise. In truth, as the law closed in on her, Hetty committed suicide in order to secure assets for her son’s future. This was definitely the heaviest episode of the series so far. What’s wonderful about Ghosts is that this comedy doesn’t shy away from the many different journeys that lead to death. It takes time to acknowledge the most difficult moments in our lives while also reminding us that those moments are not the end of the story or our legacy. Bravo to the writers who handled this with such care. Patience The season also introduced a new ghost that we won’t officially meet until season four. Sasappis, Thor, Isaac, know who the mysterious Puritan ghost, Patience, is and having been stuck in a hole for a year in addition to occasionally meeting Flower while Flower was stuck in the well gives us so much to look forward to next season. We are left yearning for an unpacking of character dynamics and relationship history then and now, excited to see how this all unfolds. Madness will ensue.  Final Thoughts With ghosts being able to move on, allowing for a rotating recurring cast, as well as exploring new ways for the living to be able to see and communicate with the ghosts (and vice versa), this show has more than enough potential to run for a very long time, whether or not the seasons are truncated. There are plenty more holidays to be a fly on the wall for. Plenty of characters in Sam and Jay’s life to bring back to them on their estate, whether B&B related or not. Plenty more ghosts to be introduced to via B&B guests, Pete, and more. The series and this season has set the show up remarkably for continued success. What did you think of the third season of Ghosts? What do you hope to see for the future of the series?[end-mark] The post Was <i>Ghosts</i> Season 3 the Season of Our Dreams? appeared first on Reactor.

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