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Manon: take me somewhere safe

Abraxos: time to see dad

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Manon: take me somewhere safe

Abraxos: time to see dad

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What do you think would happen if Rowaelin’s daughter came out to them and said she was in love with a girl rn 🥺🏳️‍🌈

hi anon! i mean 100% full support, no doubt about it! i’ve read a few headcanons running around of Rowaelin daughter and Manorian daughter becoming this ultimate duo and honestly, THEIR POWER? UNMATCHED.

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okay but hear me out y’all... ANYA TAYLOR-JOY as Manon Blackbeak (!!!!!!)

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manon and dorian headers

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• fanarts by @/gabriella.bujdoso @/taratjah and @/monolime

• credits to @judescwrdan on twitter

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thinking constantly about that one scene where Manon and Dorian are finally reunited but it’s when Manon’s chained up in the room under the ship and they’re both like 👀👀👀👀👀👀

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Modern Manon finding music from the rest of the thirteen and listening to it and crying probably, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble!

hey hey, anon! not sure what you mean by this? did you want me to write a fic or like a headcanon for it? let me knowwwww! may just add something like this in manon’s issue for the magazine fic im doing :D

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Modern Manorian AU - Royals Magazine - Feature: Dorian Havilliard

And Dorian’s feaure is finally here! Hope you all enjoy it. Manon’s feature is coming afterwards and I’m soooo excited for that ;D

Includes full interview under the cut. Read on AO3 here.

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In the midst of a geopolitical crisis that had threatened the existence of the realm of Erilea stood a young king bent, broken but unbowed as he raced against time to thwart the enemy that has long kept his father's kingdom and now his own in its shadows. Now, years after the passing of the storm, King Dorian Havilliard II finds himself in reflection of the years lost and the years found as he governs Adarlan in stride.

Since the first appearance of the then heir apparent on the tabloids of the Rifthold Journal in a splendid attire fit for the handsome royal, it was a lascivious rumour of the young prince’s escapades inside the glass palace that permanently marked Dorian as that of an aristocratic hedonist whose existence lived off the extravagance and luxuries of the wealthy, knowing that he could absolutely get away with it.

While Dorian played the game of pomp and distraction amongst celebrity A-listers, prime ministers, and the one percent, a sinister plot by political conspirators had slowly been brewing – the overthrow of the Havilliard bloodline that has governed Adarlan for a thousand generations.

In the highest tower of Rifthold Palace is where Dorian prefers to spend his time perched on a deep-red velvet armchair sipping on a cold glass of what looked to be a fruity beverage as he pores over the latest fiction novel – a pleasure he shares with his dear friend, Queen Aelin of Terrasen. Their shared bookshelf, The Royal Fleetfoot Bookclub (named after Aelin’s beloved golden retriever, a present from the king one Yulemas) is Erilea’s most popular Book Club. And decidedly so.

Dorian’s misplaced faith on his father, then King Dorian Havilliard I, had been his constant companion after his untimely death that led to Dorian’s premature appointment as sovereign. But as the war raged on between the countries of Erilea, the formalities accustomed to a monarch were lost, which ultimately led to Dorian’s displacement from Adarlan. The young king was lost, angry, and untethered as he navigated the political landscape alongside his powerful friends: Queen Aelin of Terrasen, Lord Rowan of Doranelle, Queen Manon of the Wastes, and his closest friend and confidante, Lord Westfall, whom he sent as an envoy to the Khaganate in the Southern Continent. Dorian became known as The King Without a Crown.

Dorian ushers me to a leathered couch next to an occasional table where he pours a cup of brewed tea. He asks if I’d be interested in something stronger and I decline. He winks, a promise of our eventual liquored celebration after the successful sit-down.

King Dorian is charming, refined and a proud intellectual with a taste of an epicurean. Delegates from all over Erilea would comment on the king’s graceful charisma as he fulfilled his role of a sovereign in all its stringent social specifications. It’s as if the dark years of his early adulthood never existed when you’re in his presence. Dorian is adored by the masses and the politicians alike, and it isn’t hard to see why.

While we share a few niceties – he’s become quite a dear friend over the years – you can’t miss the way his sapphire eyes would steal longing glances out the open balcony. One can observe that it overlooks Rifthold Palace’s private airstrip, and soon everything makes more sense.

King Dorian’s wife Queen Manon Blackbeak rules from her kingdom in the Western Wastes, a two-hour plane ride from the Adarlan capital. After settling into their roles as respective monarchs of their kingdoms, the pair continued their relationship, much to delight of the common people, who were far too enamoured by their relationship for it to be considered healthy. No surprises there though. They’re really that pairing that’s pretty much straight out of a YA fantasy novel with their unbelievable good looks, seemingly opposite yet highly complementary personalities and the kind of sexual tension you could only dream of.

Nonetheless, despite the distance and their responsibilities, no one can deny just how smitten the king is of his wife. He assures me, in his usual playful charm, that she’s most likely missing him more than he is. I laugh. Even he doesn’t believe his own lie.

He makes himself comfortable, draping his suit jacket on the back of his armchair as he settles down and shows off his polished Derbys almost as if he’d like to take them off.

LYSANDRA: Should we both take our shoes off? I think we should both take our shoes off.

DORIAN: I thought you’d never ask!

LYSANDRA: I may not be born royal, Your Majesty, but I do know when someone just wants to let loose.

DORIAN: Gods, I want to let loose all the time. Do you think they’ll conspire against me if I do?

LYSANDRA: Judging from your friends in all the high and right places, I’d say there’s a higher chance of Aelin breathing ice than that happening. And even if they tried, I’m sure no one would get past Manon Blackbeak’s wrath.

DORIAN: She’s terrifying, isn’t she?

LYSANDRA: You don’t sound scared of the fact.

DORIAN: Are you scared of your husband, Lady Lysandra?

LYSANDRA: He’s a soft little mushy bear.

DORIAN: Exactly my description of Manon.

LYSANDRA: I really have to ask – for me, for Rowan and for your rabid fans. How did you convince the High Queen of the Witches to get married? Was it ever in the books for you two?

DORIAN: It wasn’t so much as my convincing her as her convincing me.

LYSANDRA: Oh, please.

DORIAN: You’d be surprised to know that she asked me to marry her first. Of course, it was all political expedience at that time coupled with a reasonable amount of care and affection.

LYSANDRA: And you said no?

DORIAN: Not technically.

LYSANDRA: So… technically yes?

DORIAN: I was drunk on self-loathing. I didn’t think I deserved her.

LYSANDRA: Doesn’t love usually overcome these sorts of things?

DORIAN: To some extent. We were at the climax of the war and we both needed to make important decisions for ourselves, for both our kingdoms and for the future we desperately wanted to have. It wasn’t the right time.

LYSANDRA: But you wanted to say yes to her, didn’t you?

DORIAN: Desperately.

LYSANDRA: If it helps, I was really rooting for you both.

DORIAN: So was I.

LYSANDRA: You know, I admit this is quite a treat being your very own interrogator.

DORIAN: Our plans to make Aelin jealous are succeeding.

LYSANDRA: Oh, she'll definitely be furious.

DORIAN: I've always admired her fiery rage. Despite it being extremely dangerous to those unfortunate enough to be close in range.

LYSANDRA: I've had my share of that.

DORIAN: I think we all have.

LYSANDRA: Tell us about Adarlan's relations with Terrasen. Even better, tell us about yours and Queen Aelin's.

DORIAN: It's tabloid worthy.

LYSANDRA: I'm not saying I've read all about it...

DORIAN: I met Celaena first before I met Aelin. And in some ways Aelin also met some counterpart of myself all those years ago. We were young and generally when you’re that young, you’re also that stupid.

LYSANDRA: But isn't it just a perfect time to make mistakes?

DORIAN: Not for a prince. Though, I did not care at that time. Sometimes I still think I don’t. But you want to know about Aelin. One thing, you see her more than I do, and I admit, it does break my heart.

LYSANDRA: Technology helps though, doesn’t it? I can’t remember how many times I’ve interrupted one of your virtual repartees.

DORIAN: She can get quite heated in our discussions. Especially if she has to wait a year or more for the next instalment of a book series.

LYSANDRA: What makes the great King Dorian Havilliard furiously out of element?

DORIAN: The monarchy.

LYSANDRA: Do you ever think back on the good old days?

DORIAN: Mm.

LYSANDRA: What did that consist of for you?

DORIAN: Well, I don’t know if I could really call it the good old days. As heir, I wasted away on frivolity and debauchery. Chaol once remarked on my depravity, and I could have resented him if it hadn’t opened my eyes to the truth.

LYSANDRA: Well, that’s an insight. I noticed the construction of the new palace has been coming along nicely.

DORIAN: It is.

LYSANDRA: The Glass Palace once stood as a symbol of Adarlan’s wealth and power. Now, you’ve opted to modernise the construction except for the addition of the thirteen towers.

DORIAN: The Rifthold Journal has been nagging me about their meaning since the blueprints were made public. They’re relentless.

LYSANDRA: I don’t want to be that friend but I’m dying to know…thirteen? Really?

DORIAN: You caught me.

LYSANDRA: Gods, I knew it. Rowan will have a fit.

DORIAN: As much as I’d like to take credit for being a Royal Romeo (but feel free to use that from now on), they each symbolise an iteration of hope, love and life. Every single one of them deserves their own monument.

LYSANDRA: What a beautiful gesture, Your Majesty. And it’s true. I will never forget them.

DORIAN: Sobering thought for a Yulemas special, isn’t it?

LYSANDRA: More like a winter exclusive, so we’re good there. But speaking of, I do have a serious bone to pick with you, Your Majesty.

DORIAN: Don’t tell me it’s the time I coerced you and Aedion to go on that Giant Swing when we were in Terrasen, is it? If I remembered correctly, you really enjoyed that.

LYSANDRA: We almost died!

DORIAN: And that makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?

LYSANDRA: You’d be surprised at how many people who don’t think of near-death experiences as something exciting.

DORIAN: [laughs] Am I that cruel?

LYSANDRA: Remember that snow leopard bobble head I once gifted you for Yulemas? Remind me again what you did to it, Your Majesty?

DORIAN: It was godsdamned terrifying, Lysandra. Why are the eyes glowing? Why are they glowing green!

LYSANDRA: That was the whole point of Bad Yulemas!

DORIAN: Manon fished it out of the trash anyway. She has it on my side of the bed at the Wastes. Should I be concerned with this friendship?

LYSANDRA: You and Aedion are lucky bastards, Your Majesty.

DORIAN: Touché

Lysandra Ennar is the Lady of Caraverre and the editor for ROYALS magazine.

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MANON: I don't think this will go well.

DORIAN: You think? I really had to charm my way to do this, you know.

MANON: You charm your way out of everything.

DORIAN: And into things too.

MANON: Your favourite past time.

DORIAN: Are you angry? Here, let me compliment you.

MANON: Dorian...

DORIAN: Witchling.

A sneak peek of the Royals Spring Issue featuring Queen Manon Blackbeak and interviewd by King Dorian Havilliard.

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MODERN MANORIAN AU - Royals Magazine

I’ve had this idea in my head for sooooo long and I FINALLY got a chance to sit down and put it together. So without further ado, I present a little sneak peek of our King and Queen in their modern splendidness...

Set: Modern AU, a few years after the events of Kingdom of Ash Format: Magazine interview Release: Tumblr and Archive of Our Own (keep posted!)

Royals Winter Issue featuring King Dorian Havilliard and interviewed by Lysandra Ennar. King Dorian Havilliard has settled into the role of rebuilding Adarlan from the geopolitical crisis that once threatened the entire continent of Erilea. Now, years after the passing of the storm, the young king finds himself reflecting on the traumas of his young life but also of the joys he’s found as a beloved ruler, husband, and ally of the great kingdoms of Erilea.

Royals Spring Issue featuring Queen Manon Blackbeak-Crochan and interviewed by Dorian Havilliard. Manon Blackbeak-Crochan has done the seeming impossible - uniting two warring nations of one blood under one queen. As High Queen of the Witches, the young ruler continues to revolutionise the status quo as she attends her queenly duties in the reconciliation of the Ironteeth and the Crochan nations whilst serving as Adarlan’s aerial commanding consultant.

Dedicating to my manorian trash fandom and to @rufousnmacska because your manorian fics give me life! (Also please send me some more, fellow manorian lovers, seriously!) ILY

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100% agree, anon!! Absolutely love your fics and they always get me in the feels.

We are MANORIAN TRASH forever 🖤🖤🖤

By the way, just wanted to say thank you for keeping the Manorian love alive with your gorgeous fics. I love these two with all my heart and I’m so glad that you’re also keeping it alive for all of us who do. Here’s to many more loving with these two 🖤❤️

This is incredibly nice! Thank you so much!

I’ll be honest, I’ve thought about stopping a few times. But then I get a message or ask like this and it motivates me to keep going. More honesty — I probably wouldn’t be able to stop writing about them even if I tried. 😂

And I think I’ve gone well past the border with Manorian 😂

Thanks again anon, I really appreciate it!! 🤗😘

💙💛💙💛

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Manon and Dorian from Throne of Glass

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Healing Touch

A Manorian one shot

I couldn’t sleep last night. Which meant there was a random Manorian scene stuck in my head that I had to write out or I’d never sleep again. By random I mean a variation on scenes I’ve probably already written lol.

One of the things I think about with them is how Manon probably isn’t familiar with a lot of human gestures and habits and gets curious. And how Dorian finds this interesting and likes to satisfy her curiosity whenever possible.

So, I wonder about mundane things like touch. As a witch, it’s something she’s likely been denied her entire life, with the exception of punishment. Or sex, but there are other kinds of touch. Which brought this scene to mind after the final battle in KoA.

I hope everyone enjoys it and that it tides you over until I can finish all the chapters and prompts I’m working on. ☺️🙏

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The room he’d found was small and dark and cold. And ideally located in a hallway close to the balcony that served as the wyvern aerie. Magicking a fire into the brazier, Dorian fixed the lighting and temperature. The size of the place was of no real concern though, as it was just the two of them.

Dorian gave her an apologetic look as he arranged the thin bedroll on the bare floor. He needn’t have. When she had tried to sleep this past week, it had been outside in the aerie with nothing but a cloak and her wyvern for comfort. This would be luxurious in comparison.

Without speaking, Manon removed her leathers and Dorian took off his clothes. Soon, they were lying down under blankets and facing each other in the flickering light.

She watched him with tired, wary eyes, waiting for the inevitable questions. Questions she didn’t have the strength to answer. Something in his face told her he had been through terrible things too, and while that piqued her curiosity, she didn’t think he was ready to talk either. No questions then. At least not about anything of importance.

But while she stared, her eyes moving over his face and chest, shoulders and arms, a strange desire began to form within her. One that must have been triggered by the healer. The one who hugged her, giving her, if only for that moment, a kind of strange peace and respite from the emptiness. The healer who always seemed to be touching someone.

“You enjoy being touched,” she said. “Humans, I mean.”

Dorian’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Yes. Most of us anyway.”

Manon raised her hand as if to touch his shoulder, but stopped before she met his skin. The warmth coming from him made her want to slide closer. “And you?”

“Yes,” he said.

Something in the way he was looking at her made Manon think he wanted to say more. As her fingertips hovered over his skin, she heard his racing heart, saw the goosebumps form despite his warmth.

But before she could lower them, Dorian shifted and brushed his own fingers along her collarbone. A sharp gasp escaped her lips and he drew back quickly. But only for an instant.

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Her eyes, red rimmed with weariness, shone like flame, reflecting not just the fire in the brazier, but something more. Something from within.

Dorian ran his hand along her shoulder and around to her back, passing over scars, some raised, some carved into her skin. His magic spiked - uselessly, as there was nothing here to defend her from - and he hoped she hadn’t felt the momentary cold. So many, he thought. She had so many scars. And those were just the ones that were visible.

As he continued to rub her back, loosening the stiff muscles, her eyes fluttered shut. He edged closer. Softly, more a hint than an actual kiss, his lips grazed her cheek and moved down her neck.

Manon moaned, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the touch of his mouth or his hand, still massaging her back. It didn’t matter. He suspected she’d had few encounters like this. Where the focus was on her and only her. Where it wasn’t just about sexual pleasure, but something more. Something she’d seemingly been deprived of her entire life.

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She’d never had this. Not with him, not with anyone.

Dorian moved over her body with a gentleness that was unfamiliar and intoxicating. He touched her with his hands and mouth, skin to skin, across her entire body. And while some touches sent her heart pounding, others seemed to slow it down. Calming and easing the tension that had embedded itself in her these past months.

For whatever reason, she’d always trusted Dorian enough to give herself over to him. The escape from control that he offered was as appealing as the pleasure he gave. Yet, there had still been the taste of danger, an edge of roughness to the passion that she’d always craved.

But this... this way he touched her that was both soft and hard, tender and strong. It felt so good.

He’d had her roll onto her stomach to knead the rigid muscles in her back and neck, leaving her loose and sore. But in a good way. As if those muscles had been reconfigured and now had to learn new ways of supporting her.

Facing him again, Manon felt sleepy. Not tired. She’d felt that way for weeks. Sleepiness was new. New like the desire to touch Dorian for no reason at all. Or the newly discovered need to be touched. All of it so foreign yet familiar in a deep, primal way.

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“Why?” she asked. The word was weighted down by all the uncertainty and fear and grief he’d tried to quell with his touch. It held every bit of their unknown future and unasked questions.

Dorian slid over to kiss her, fully and properly this time. Her eyes were heavy and he was glad she might fall asleep and rest.

Her body melted into his as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. Savoring the feel of her cool palm pressed against his bare chest, Dorian sighed.

“Because I wanted to ease some of your pain,” he whispered. “Because I care about you. Very, very much.”

He didn’t say that hers was the only touch he wanted, the only thing he craved. That she was all he wanted.

When Manon didn’t reply, he thought maybe she had actually fallen asleep. But then her hand moved, sliding over his skin, along his collarbone and around the muscles of his chest and shoulder. Her fingers were warming up from his own body heat and he missed their coolness.

Quietly and almost asleep, Manon said, “I missed you.”

Dorian smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I missed you too, witchling.”

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Edit: The World of Sarah J Maas (not Bloomsbury) posted this for December and my faves in both worlds are:

ToG - IF I WERE TO REALLY CHOOSE it’ll be my boy Dorian Havilliard always and forever (followed very closely by Manon and Elide)

ACOTAR - Nesta Archeron. And if I were to choose a feller, definitely Cassian.

Who are your faves? 😄

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doesnt it make you sad that manon will one day outlive dorian? like that sh*t hurted

It DEVASTATES me to think about anon stooopppppppppppp

But at the same time, we know that by then, Manon and Dorian would have so many children including daughters (my HC is their firstborn will actually be twin girls who are the exact replica of their mother except they have Dorian’s sapphire blue eyes) and son/s (HC: their second born will be a Dorian look-alike with his mother’s golden eyes) and they will obviously all be half-witches and hence will live forever like their mumma so Manon wouldn’t be alone :’)

But I am ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATED just thinking about it and I prefer not to thanks

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@rufousnmacska wait, she DOES know that Dorian saved her! In Kingdom of Ash when they first arrived at the Crochan camp, Dorian was explaining how he did and Manon was there to hear it all 😄

“She broke from her grandmother,” said Dorian, sliding off Vesta’s wyvern and prowling toward Abraxos. The Crochans tensed, but made no move to attack. “I pulled her from the sea months ago, when she lay upon Death’s doorstep. Saw the iron shards my friends removed from her abdomen.”

ps. And absolutely agree though! Love your writing 😍

Oh anon.

First, thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate it 💛💙

Second, I think @itach-i and @propshophannah and I have many, many head canons about Dorian saving Manon from a situation like this. He’s saved her several times in canon, but it was always kind of his magic just reacting. Which I love.

But. Manon still doesn’t know that he jumped INTO A MONSTER FILLED OCEAN TO FRICKIN SAVE HER!! I NEED HER TO SEE HIM ACTIVELY COMING TO SAVE HER! (I am trash lol)

So that prompt is perfect!!

Please be patient with me though 🙏

Family health issues have seriously cut into my writing time, so it might be a while.

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Friendly Reminder

Manon will out live Dorian, and lose the only person she’s loved.

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Goodbye and Hello sneak peak

Manon and Dorian said goodbye in Orynth. But for them, saying hello again is only a matter of time.

In anticipation of posting the next chapter soon (next week), here’s a little recap and preview of part 6. Apologies for how long this one has taken me.

If you’d like to be tagged or untagged in the next chapters, let me know!

Part One: I Wish…

A manorian goodbye we didn’t get at the end of Kingdom of Ash.

Part Two: Another Day

Ten months have passed, and while Manon and Dorian make excuses not to see each other, their friends have a surprise planned.

Part Three: Those Two Words

The rukhin living at the Ferian Gap welcome royal visitors. (And if you don’t know what two words are referenced in the title… your assignment is to reread all the manorian chapters in the ToG series.)

Part Four: Breakfast in Bed

Dorian stays true to his word from chapter 1 and treats Manon to something new. All too quickly he realizes the brave front she’s putting up is hiding something he might not be able to help fix.

Part Five: Waiting

Some of the rukhin undertake the crossing at the Ferian Gap, triggering memories, both good and bad, for Manon. She finds guidance from an unexpected source.

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sneak peek of Part 6: Confessions

Now back at their room in the Omega, Manon closed her eyes and rested her head on the edge of the bathtub. The water grew steadily warmer. She’d done little that day, certainly not enough to warrant the sigh she released as the heat penetrated her muscles.

“I was worried that Abraxos would be spoiled here,” she said. “Apparently, I was the one in danger all along.”

Dorian laughed softly. “That was my only goal this week. You didn’t stand a chance.”

They sat at either end of the huge copper tub. Steam rose off the water, filling the room with the scent of the herbs and petals floating on the surface. Instead of candles, Dorian lit the room with his magic. Flames of varying size and color hung suspended in the air. A half empty plate of pastries and a kettle of Qara’s molten chocolate drink were within easy reach.

Water lapped gently against the sides of the tub as Dorian shifted towards her. She kept her eyes closed but couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

“Manon.”

The tone of his voice was serious, no hint of seduction or teasing. Her smile faded, and she opened her eyes to find he’d moved beside her, still face to face. His expression matched his tone and she sat up, unsure of what might be coming.

“There’s something I need to say.”

*****

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