Alvin and Ashton, an Elvin Story
Copyright© 2025 by Amasterfound
Chapter 9
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Alvin and Ashton are identical elvin twin teens in love with each other. As they explore their love, they discover a family secret that could either destroy their people or save them and allow them to prosper again.
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The next morning, as the first light of dawn filters through the stained glass windows, casting a rainbow of color across the chamber, Alvin and Ashton stir. Their eyes flutter open, and they gaze into each other’s depths, a silent conversation of love passing between them. The warmth of their bond is palpable, the air thick with the lingering scent of sandalwood and roses.
“Mmm,” Ashton moans softly, arching his back as he stretches out beneath the covers. “I could get used to this.”
Alvin chuckles, his arms tightening around his twin. “As could I,” he replies telepathically, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Ashton’s head.
They lay there for a few moments longer, savoring the warmth and comfort of each other’s embrace, before the insistent gnawing of hunger reminds them of the world outside their chamber. With a shared sigh, they untangle themselves and rise from the bed. As they dress in their silken robes, the material whispers against their skin, a faint echo of the night’s activities. The scarves that once bound them are left on the bed, a visual reminder of the power they’ve shared.
“Come,” Alvin says, taking Ashton’s hand, his voice still a telepathic caress. “Let us break our fast in the dining hall.”
They make their way down the grand staircase of their ancestral home, their steps echoing through the hallowed halls. The sun’s early rays filter through the windows, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floors and the tapestries that line the walls, telling the story of their family’s legacy. As they enter the dining hall, they find it already laid out with an elaborate spread that could satisfy the hungriest of kings. The ancestors, Alaric and Alistair, are there smiling proudly at the young Phoenixes as they approach.
The table is a feast for the eyes, laden with an array of meats, fruits, and pastries that seem to have been plucked straight from the heavens themselves. There are roasted swans with golden, crispy skin that shimmers in the candlelight, surrounded by a bed of exotic berries that whisper sweet nothings of distant lands. The succulent scent of venison sizzles in the air, marinated in a blend of spices that could only be found in the most secretive of kitchens. The proteins are a testament to the bounty of the world of Daeanchen: tender steaks of dragon-boar, delicately seasoned and seared to perfection, and plump, juicy shrimp from the Sapphire Seas, their tails curling playfully around mounds of fragrant rice.
The ancestors, Alaric and Alistair, stand at the head of the table, dressed in their finest garb, a silent nod to the importance of this moment. The twins, hand in hand, walk towards them, their eyes widening at the sight before them. The dining hall is adorned with bouquets of roses and garlands of ivy, their scent mingling with the aroma of the food, creating an intoxicating perfume that fills the room. The ancestors gesture for the twins to sit, their smiles warm and welcoming.
The centerpiece of the feast is a roast swan, its skin a golden brown that seems to shimmer under the flickering candlelight. The bird is surrounded by an assortment of berries, their vibrant hues a stark contrast to the stark white platter beneath it. The berries whisper sweet secrets of lands beyond the known realms of Daeanchen, hinting at flavors that dance on the tongue with every bite. On either side, an array of meats is displayed, each a testament to the culinary mastery of the House of the Phoenix Risen’s kitchen staff: tenderloins of elk, marinated in a rich blend of herbs and spices, and roasted to a perfect pink; slices of venison that have been smoked over ancient oaks, their aroma hinting at the whispers of ancient battles and forgotten lands. There are also exotic fruits like the rare firebloom melons, their insides a fiery red that promises a sweet heat, and the silky flesh of moonlit peaches that melt in the mouth like a lover’s kiss.
The twins take their seats at the grand table, their eyes never leaving each other for long. They share a knowing smile as they reach for their plates, the telepathic bond between them a gentle hum of excitement and anticipation. “The food looks incredible,” Ashton murmurs aloud, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he selects a piece of fruit. “I wonder what exotic delights our ancestors have in store for us today?”
Alvin laughs, his gaze lingering on the roast swan. “I’m sure it’ll be as enchanting as the lessons we’ve learned,” he replies, his voice a soft purr. The ancestors chuckle at their shared jest, the warmth of their laughter echoing through the chamber. They both serve themselves, filling their plates with a variety of foods that seem to call to them, their hunger not just for sustenance but for the rich experiences their bond promises to bring.
They begin to eat, the flavors exploding in their mouths with every bite. As they savor the food, they discuss the preparations for the fifth trial of the twin flames: The Awakening of the Phoenix. This final trial is not just a physical challenge but a spiritual one, a testament to their love and unity. They know that it will be the ultimate expression of their bond, one that could bring new life to their house and their people.
“Alvin,” Ashton says, his eyes shining with excitement as he bites into a succulent piece of dragon-boar, “What do you think the final trial will entail?” He licks his lips, tasting the sweetness of victory mixed with the spice of the meat.
> I decide to ask the ancestors for full details on the fifth trial, eager to embrace the ultimate test of our Twin Flame bond.
The ancestors, Alaric and Alistair, watch you both with proud smiles as you dig into the feast before you. The sound of silverware clinking against fine china fills the dining hall, a melody of anticipation for what is to come. As you ask about the fifth trial, their expressions grow serious, the warmth in their eyes sharpening into a steely resolve.
“The Awakening of the Phoenix,” Alaric says, his voice resonating through the room, “is a sacred rite that will bind your souls as one. It is not a challenge to be taken lightly.”
Ashton nods solemnly, swallowing a mouthful of the fragrant rice that he had just tasted. “We’ve come so far,” he says telepathically, his gaze never leaving Alvin’s. “I’m ready for whatever is required of us.”
Alvin’s heart swells with pride at Ashton’s words. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding as he prepares to ask the ancestors for more insight into the final trial. “Ancestors,” he says aloud, “Can you tell us more about the Awakening of the Phoenix? What do we need to do to prepare for it?”
Alistair’s eyes light up, a hint of nostalgia in his gaze. “Ah, the Awakening,” he says, his voice filled with reverence. “It is a ritual that has been performed by Twin Flames for centuries, a dance that calls upon the very essence of our people’s magic.” He pauses, his eyes glazing over as he recalls the sacred texts. “You must purify your bodies and minds, and perform an ancient ceremony that will unite your spirits with the Phoenix’s fiery embrace.”
Alvin and Ashton share a look of determination, their appetites momentarily forgotten as they focus on the gravity of their mission. They both know that the Awakening will be the ultimate test of their love and commitment to each other. “We will do whatever it takes,” Alvin says, his voice firm.
“Indeed,” Alistair nods gravely, his gaze flickering between the two of them. “You must understand that this is not merely a physical union, but a merging of your very souls. The Awakening requires a mastery of self-control and a deep understanding of one another’s desires and fears.” He gestures to the plates of food before them, a reminder that they must fortify their bodies for the trials ahead.
Ashton selects a firebloom melon, his eyes never leaving Alvin’s. “We’ve faced so much together,” he says, his voice a gentle telepathic caress. “The prophecy, the trials, our ancestors’ stories ... I’m not afraid.” He takes a bite, the sweet, spicy juice trickling down his chin. Alvin leans over, gently wiping it away with his thumb, the tender gesture speaking volumes about their connection.
“You’re so brave, Ashton,” Alvin whispers, his voice thick with affection. “Our bond is strong, and I know we can conquer this final challenge together.” He takes a sip of the nectar, the warmth of the liquid spreading through him, much like the warmth of their shared love. “But we must be prepared. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.”
The ancestors nod in agreement. “The Awakening is a profound experience,” Alaric says, his gaze lingering on the twins. “One that will test the depth of your love and the purity of your intentions.”
The twins exchange glances, their telepathic bond thrumming with excitement and determination. Ashton’s cheeks flush slightly, his eyes shimmering with arousal at the thought of what’s to come. “We’ve learned so much from you, ancestors,” he says, his voice a soft purr. “But we’re eager to learn more. What specific rituals should we perform to prepare for this union?”
Alaric leans forward, his gaze intense. “You must cleanse yourselves in the waters of the Celestial Spring,” he says, his eyes locking onto Alvin’s. “It is a sacred place, one that has been hidden from the world for millennia. Only those of pure heart and intention can find it.”
Ashton’s eyes widen at the mention of the Celestial Spring, his curiosity piqued. “How do we find it?” he asks, his voice a soft telepathic whisper that seems to dance around the edges of Alvin’s mind.
Alaric smiles, a knowing look in his eyes. “The spring reveals itself to those who are truly ready,” he explains, his gaze lingering on the scarves that still adorn the twins’ wrists. “Your bond is strong, but there are rituals that will help you to harness the power that lies within you both.”
Ashton nods eagerly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “What are these rituals?” he asks, setting down his fork. His plate is half-empty, but the anticipation of what’s to come has stolen his appetite.
Alaric’s smile broadens, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ah, young Phoenixes,” he says, his tone warm with affection. “The rituals are as varied as the stars in the night sky, but they all serve to deepen the bond between Twin Flames.”
Alvin’s gaze locks onto Ashton’s, their thoughts melding in a silent conversation. Ashton nods eagerly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “We’re ready to learn,” he says, his voice a gentle telepathic caress.
Alaric stands from his chair, his movements fluid and graceful. “Very well,” he says, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Let us begin your preparations.”
The ancestors lead you to the library, a vast chamber filled with ancient tomes and scrolls that seem to hum with the whispers of the past. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and the promise of forgotten secrets. As you enter, the candles flicker to life, casting a warm glow over the mahogany bookshelves that stretch from floor to ceiling.
“Here,” Alaric says, pointing to a set of shelves that seem to pulse with an unseen energy. “These are the texts you seek.”
The twins approach the shelves, their hearts racing in unison as they scan the titles of each book. The leather-bound volumes are worn with age, their gold leaf lettering faded but still legible. As they run their fingers over the spines, a warmth spreads through their fingertips, a silent promise that the knowledge within will guide them on their journey.
“These are the sacred texts of our ancestors,” Alaric explains, his voice a hushed whisper that seems to resonate through the very air. “Each one holds a piece of the puzzle that is your destiny.”
The twins gaze at the books before them, their eyes wide with wonder. They can feel the power emanating from the tomes, a potent mix of love, lust, and ancient magic that makes their skin tingle with anticipation. Ashton reaches out to touch one, his fingertips brushing against the worn leather.
“Be careful,” Alistair warns, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “These tomes contain secrets that have been guarded for millennia.”
Ashton’s eyes light up with curiosity as he pulls out a book titled “The Whispers of the Phoenix Embrace.” The leather feels warm to the touch, as if it’s alive with the passion of those who came before them. The pages are thick and velvety, the words inscribed within them in a script that seems to dance before their eyes.
“This one speaks of the importance of trust and vulnerability in our bond,” Ashton says telepathically, his voice a soft caress against Alvin’s mind.
Alvin nods, his gaze lingering on the book in his brother’s hands. He selects another volume titled “The Dance of the Infinite Flame.” The title alone sends a shiver down his spine. “It’s all about the balance between dominance and submission,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
The ancestors watch with approval as you both delve into the ancient tomes. Their eyes seem to follow you across the room, their presence a comforting warmth as you explore the depths of your shared destiny. As you read, the candles flicker and shadows dance upon the walls, as if the very spirits of your ancestors are eager to share their wisdom.
“Ah, yes,” Alistair murmurs, his eyes lingering on another book titled “The Pleasures of the Phoenix’s Flight.” He pulls it from the shelf, the leather feeling like the softest of feathers in his grip. “This one will guide you through the art of spiritual and physical ascent.”
The twins exchange glances, their eyes speaking volumes of their desire to delve deeper into the secrets of their ancestors. As they open the books, the pages flutter with an otherworldly breeze, revealing illustrations and incantations that seem to pulse with the heartbeat of their bond.
“The first ritual is known as the Rite of the Twin Phoenixes,” Alaric says, his voice low and filled with reverence. “It is a dance of desire and surrender, one that will show you the true meaning of unity.”
Alvin’s hand trembles slightly as he opens “The Dance of the Infinite Flame.” The pages are filled with intricate diagrams and flowing script that speaks of the complex dance of power between Twin Flames. The illustrations depict scenes of passionate embrace, where one twin surrenders to the other’s will, only to rise again in a fiery display of dominance. His cock stirs in his pants at the thought of wielding such power over Ashton, of guiding him through the flames of their love.
Ashton’s eyes are glued to the pages of “The Whispers of the Phoenix Embrace.” He reads aloud, his voice a gentle purr that sends waves of warmth through Alvin’s body. “To truly love, one must first learn to submit to the will of their soul’s counterpart. Only through complete surrender can the true fire of the Twin Flames burn bright.”
Alvin’s heart skips a beat at the words, his gaze lingering on Ashton’s full lips. “And what about the Dance of the Infinite Flame?” Ashton asks, his curiosity piqued.
“Ah, that one,” Alaric says with a knowing smile, “is about the balance of power between Twin Flames. It is a dance of dominance and submission, a delicate play of wills that, when performed correctly, will lead to an explosion of passion and power.”
Ashton’s eyes widen with excitement as he reads further into the book, his cheeks flushing with desire. “Alvin,” he whispers telepathically, his thoughts a seductive caress, “it speaks of how the Dominant leads the dance, guiding the Submissive through the flames of pleasure and pain.”
Alvin’s own heart races as he feels Ashton’s excitement. He runs his fingers over the pages of “The Dance of the Infinite Flame,” the words coming to life before his eyes. “And here,” he says aloud, “it describes how the Submissive yields to the Dominant, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their spirits intertwined.”
> I decide to inquire about the ideal timing and location for performing the Rite of the Twin Phoenix, eager to find a setting that resonates with our ancestral heritage.
The ancestors exchange a knowing glance, their smiles widening at your inquiry about the Rite of the Twin Phoenix. Alaric steps forward, his eyes alight with the wisdom of centuries. “The ideal timing for this ritual is upon the full moon, when the Phoenix’s energy is at its zenith,” he explains. “As for the location, it must be a place of great significance to your lineage, a place where the ancient magic of your ancestors still lingers.”
The twins look at each other, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation. Ashton’s voice fills Alvin’s mind, a gentle telepathic whisper that sends a thrill down his spine. “The Phoenix Gardens,” he suggests, his voice a soft purr. “They’ve always felt ... right.”
Alvin nods, his eyes meeting Ashton’s. “Yes,” he murmurs, his voice a warm caress in Ashton’s thoughts. “The Gardens it is.” The thought of performing the Rite of the Twin Phoenix in the place where their ancestors had once danced under the same moon fills them both with a profound sense of belonging.
The ancestors’ expressions soften, their pride in the twins’ connection clear. “The Gardens are indeed a sacred space,” Alistair says, his eyes shining with approval. “It is there that your bond will be sealed, and the Phoenix shall rise anew.”
Alvin’s heart races as he imagines the moonlit dance, his body entwined with Ashton’s in an intimate, fiery embrace. “We will need to prepare,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “We must become one in every sense of the word.”
“Indeed,” Alaric agrees, his gaze intense. “The Rite of the Twin Phoenix is a dance of love and power, one that requires absolute trust and a deep understanding of one another’s desires.”
Ashton swallows, his eyes flicking to the Wristbands of the Phoenix Embrace still wrapped around their wrists. “We’ve come so far,” he murmurs telepathically, his eyes meeting Alvin’s. “I’m ready to take this step with you.”
Alvin’s breath hitches at the sight of Ashton’s earnestness, the desire in his gaze. “Me too,” he whispers back, his voice filled with emotion. “But we must be patient. We have to understand every part of the ritual, so we don’t fail.”
Alaric nods solemnly. “The full moon is a week away,” he says, his eyes never leaving the twins. “You must use this time to prepare your minds, bodies, and spirits for what is to come.”
The twins share a look filled with determination, their telepathic bond pulsing with excitement. They know that the Rite of the Twin Phoenix is not just a dance but a sacred act of love and unity that will change their lives forever.
Alaric senses their readiness and steps closer, his hand resting gently on their shoulders. “The preparation for this ritual is as important as the dance itself,” he says, his voice a soothing balm to their racing hearts.
Alvin nods, his eyes never leaving Ashton’s. “What must we do?” he asks, his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions roiling within him.
“You must practice the dance,” Alaric says, his hand still resting on their shoulders. “But not just the steps. You must learn to read each other’s desires, to anticipate each other’s needs. For the Rite of the Twin Phoenix is not merely a dance of the body, but of the soul.”
The twins nod in unison, the gravity of the task before them weighing heavily in the air. They know that this is not just about their love for each other, but about their destined roles as the Twin Flames of Destiny.
“We understand,” Ashton says, his voice a gentle telepathic whisper that fills Alvin’s mind with warmth. “We will do whatever it takes to honor our ancestors and fulfill the prophecy.”
Alaric’s smile is filled with approval as he steps back, allowing the twins to stand tall. “Your dedication does you both credit,” he says. “Now, let us begin your preparations.”
The twins spend the days leading up to the full moon in a whirlwind of practice and study. They dive into the ancient tomes, their eyes devouring the pages filled with instructions on how to perform the Rite of the Twin Phoenix. The library becomes their sanctuary, the candles their only companions as they learn the intricate steps of the dance that will unite their spirits.
As the day of the ritual approaches, Alvin and Ashton’s anticipation grows. They share knowing glances, their thoughts a tapestry of desire and love that weaves between them. The air in the House of the Phoenix Risen is thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a sweet incense that fills their dreams with visions of fiery passion.
On the evening of the full moon, the Phoenix Gardens are a marvel of nature and elvish craftsmanship. The grand entrance, a pair of arches entwined with vines and topped with fiery blue phoenix statues, looms before them, inviting them into a world of beauty and power. They walk hand in hand, their hearts beating in sync, as they traverse the winding path lined with luminous flowers that seem to pulse with the very essence of their ancestral magic. The moon casts a soft silver glow upon the scene, illuminating the way to their destined union.
The garden itself is a feast for the senses. A natural hot spring bubbles at the center, surrounded by a lagoon of crystalline water that reflects the night sky above. Steam rises gently from the water, carrying with it the scent of jasmine and roses that fills the air. The ground beneath their feet is soft and warm, covered in a carpet of petals that seem to shift and shimmer with the play of moonlight. In the distance, they can hear the sweet melody of a hidden waterfall, its music a soft backdrop to the anticipation that thrums through the night.
The twins remove their clothes, letting them fall to the ground like leaves from an ancient tree. Their bodies are bared to the moon’s gentle light, their identical forms a testament to the unity that awaits them. The warm water of the spa beckons, and they step into it together, their skin prickling with the heat. The sensation of the water against their skin is like a lover’s caress, setting their nerves alight with anticipation.
> With a deep breath, I summon the power of our shared destiny and confidently ask Alaric and Alistair to lead us into the ancient dance, ready to face the fiery union that awaits.
Alaric and Alistair, standing at the water’s edge, nod solemnly. The air around them seems to shimmer with the weight of the ancestral energy they carry. “The time has come,” Alaric says, his voice echoing through the garden. “Let us begin the Rite of the Twin Phoenix.”
The twins look into each other’s eyes, their breaths mingling in the steamy air. They can feel the ancient magic of their ancestors wrapping around them like a warm, comforting embrace. Ashton’s eyes are filled with love and a hint of trepidation, while Alvin’s gaze is a fiery determination to protect and cherish his beloved twin.
Alaric’s hand rests on Alvin’s shoulder, guiding him to the center of the pool. “Remember, my dear,” Alaric whispers, his voice echoing in Alvin’s mind, “this is not just a dance of passion, but a dance of power. You must lead with confidence and care.”
Ashton steps into the warm embrace of Alistair, his body trembling slightly with excitement. “And you,” Alistair murmurs, his breath warm against Ashton’s ear, “must submit to your brother’s will, trusting in the love that binds you.”
The twins turn to face each other, the water lapping gently at their bodies, the moon’s glow casting an ethereal light upon them. The air is charged with energy, and the very earth beneath their feet seems to thrum with anticipation. The ancestors step back as the power of the full moon takes over the space.
“Now, begin,” Alaric commands, his voice echoing through the garden.
The twins come together, their bodies touching for the first time in a dance that is both ancient and deeply personal. Their movements are fluid, almost as if they’ve been performing this sacred ritual together for centuries. Their eyes never leave each other’s, speaking a silent language of love and desire that transcends mere words. The water ripples around them, reflecting the fiery passion in their gazes as they glide through the Rite of the Twin Phoenix.
As the dance progresses, the energy in the garden intensifies. The petals on the ground begin to swirl in the air, creating a soft, ethereal storm of color that dances around the lovers. The steam from the spring thickens, wrapping around them like a veil of mist, obscuring the world outside of their intimate embrace. The moon above seems to grow larger, its silver light bathing their bodies in a soft, otherworldly glow.
The twins’ movements become more deliberate, each step and touch imbued with the power of their ancestors. Their breaths come in gasps and sighs, their hearts racing as their bond grows stronger with every beat. They can feel the fiery energy of the phoenix building within them, a potent mix of love and desire that threatens to consume them both.
Alvin leads Ashton through the dance, their hands intertwined, their bodies moving in a symphony of passionate submission and fierce dominance. The water churns around them, the heat of their love echoing through the very essence of the spring. The ancient incantations inscribed in the tomes come to life in their minds, guiding their every move.
The music of the garden swells, the whispers of the leaves and the gentle trickle of the waterfall harmonizing with the beat of their hearts. It’s as if the very elements of nature are joining in their sacred union. The scent of the jasmine and roses becomes more potent, wrapping them in an intoxicating embrace that heightens their senses.
Alvin’s eyes never leave Ashton’s as he leads them into the most intimate part of the dance, his hands guiding Ashton’s body with a confidence that leaves no room for doubt. He can feel the warmth of the ancient power coursing through his veins, the legacy of their ancestors lending him strength and skill. His touch is firm, yet tender, as he traces the lines of Ashton’s body with the tips of his fingers.
The garden seems to respond to their union, the petals swirling faster, the water bubbling more vigorously. As they reach the climax of the dance, the energy in the air becomes almost palpable, a physical force that seems to press down upon them. The steamy mist thickens, obscuring everything but the fiery connection that burns between them.
Alvin’s eyes blaze with the intensity of the dance, his gaze never leaving Ashton’s. His hands are firm on his twin’s body, guiding him with a confidence that borders on possession. Ashton, in turn, surrenders completely, his eyes glazed over with a mix of love and lust. His body moves with the grace of a phoenix in flight, each arch and curve a silent declaration of his love and trust in Alvin.
The garden’s music reaches a crescendo, the whispers of the leaves and the gentle cascade of the waterfall now a symphony that crescendos around them. The petals, once a soft caress on their skin, now flutter about them like a storm of passion, each touch a reminder of the love that burns between them.
Alvin’s grip tightens around Ashton’s waist, pulling him closer as the dance demands. They are one, a single being of fire and light, their breaths mingling with the mist that now envelops them. Ashton’s eyes flutter shut, his head tipping back in ecstasy as Alvin’s lips trace a fiery path down his neck, nipping and sucking in time with the dance’s rhythm. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through Ashton’s body, his skin pebbling with goosebumps.
The garden seems to hold its breath, the very air crackling with the energy of their union. The petals swirl around them, a kaleidoscope of color that reflects the tumultuous emotions within their hearts. The moon above is a fiery disc, its light casting a deep blue hue across the scene, illuminating their intertwined forms as they move in perfect harmony.
As the dance reaches its peak, Alvin’s hands glide down to Ashton’s hips, his fingers digging in gently as he lifts his twin off the ground. Their legs wrap around each other in a display of pure, unbridled desire. The water of the spring splashes around them, a testament to their passion.
“Look at me,” Alvin whispers telepathically, his eyes burning with the intensity of the dance. Ashton’s eyes flutter open, meeting Alvin’s, and the world outside their bubble fades away. Their connection is absolute, a fiery bond that nothing can break.
Their movements become more frenzied, the dance’s power building within them. The water of the spring rises in response, lapping at their bodies, caressing their skin as if it too is a participant in this ancient rite. The steam thickens, wrapping them in a cocoon of heat and love.
Alvin’s eyes never leave Ashton’s as he leads them through the final, most intimate steps of the dance. His hands trace the contours of Ashton’s body, the heat of his touch leaving trails of fire in their wake. The garden seems to hold its breath, the very air thick with anticipation.
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