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Speaker 2: have to do the reading for this week. I'm going
Speaker 2: to finish the story of the Trial of Three Wins
Speaker 2: by shiv Ramdas and it won't make any sense if
Speaker 2: you don't listen to the first part. I think, who knows,
Speaker 2: maybe it don't make more sense. What do I know
Speaker 2: about anything? I'm your host, Margaret Kiljoy. Did I already
Speaker 2: say that this is the cool Most Zone Media Club
Speaker 2: for books? I think I told you that. You know,
Speaker 2: if this was at nineteenth century, it would have been
Speaker 2: a league. It would have been the Cool Zone Media
Speaker 2: Book League, or the League for Cool Zone Media Books,
Speaker 2: the League for Cool Zone Media Books. So this isn't
Speaker 2: a nineteenth century story. I just like when everything was
Speaker 2: named leagues. That's n't related to anything. What is related
Speaker 2: is this story where we last left our hero Hanni.
Speaker 2: He was on the path and then he faced one
Speaker 2: of his trials and he got his head cut off,
Speaker 2: but he didn't die because he managed to drink some
Speaker 2: immortality juice. Before that. Part two, he reached up forgetting
Speaker 2: he had no body and a hand obeyed his own.
Speaker 2: This time he touched his neck. No wound there, although
Speaker 2: it felt a bit sore. All there, said a voice,
Speaker 2: and he turned his head to see a pair of
Speaker 2: legs and tiger print. Looking up, he found the woman's
Speaker 2: eyes glaring down at him. Our trial, Eh thought, you'd
Speaker 2: never stopped shouting. Huh, how long has it been, asked Hanny,
Speaker 2: two days? What I'm closer to three? Really? How did
Speaker 2: you find me?
Speaker 1: Oh?
Speaker 2: That was the easy part, just followed the noise. Not
Speaker 2: that I had very far to go, only about a
Speaker 2: quarter yo, Jona, impossible, It's been hundreds at the very least.
Speaker 2: Her eyes twinkled. Oh, the path gets a lot shorter
Speaker 2: when you don't want to reward for walking it. Hani stood,
Speaker 2: his knee still throbbed where Rakka had struck him. It
Speaker 2: seems I once again owe you my thanks. But I
Speaker 2: should be going because I'm running out of time, and
Speaker 2: it appears this path keeps growing longer. Still pretty short
Speaker 2: if you want to turn around, said the woman, But
Speaker 2: not the direction I need to go. And with that,
Speaker 2: on the third to the last day of heaven, Hani,
Speaker 2: lord of the Wind, resumed his climb. This time he
Speaker 2: made slower progress than earlier, For each step his leg
Speaker 2: ailed him a little more. At first, Hani paid it
Speaker 2: no mind, for he was grateful to have a leg
Speaker 2: at all. But as the pain grew, so did his gratitude. Ebb,
Speaker 2: was this what it was like to be mortal? This
Speaker 2: constant journey from one ache to another. Still he persevered
Speaker 2: hour after hour, yojana after yojana, until the pain was
Speaker 2: so great that he could no longer lift his leg,
Speaker 2: but had to drag it along the ground as the
Speaker 2: trees grew closer and closer over the path, until finally
Speaker 2: he knew that without rest, his good leg would also
Speaker 2: give out. He settled on a tree stump by the path,
Speaker 2: feeling the welcome relief in his joints, enjoying the cool
Speaker 2: air on his hot cheeks. As he sat, he saw
Speaker 2: a single gulmaher break free from its green home, floating downwards.
Speaker 2: He leaned back to follow its fluttering progress. Then he
Speaker 2: felt the embrace of soft folds of satin enveloping him.
Speaker 2: He was in another hall, this when even larger and
Speaker 2: more richly decorated than the last. Gone was the tree stump. Instead,
Speaker 2: he sat on a throne, and yet another asura body
Speaker 2: bejeweled and elegantly clothed. A massive crowd of people stood around,
Speaker 2: staring up at him with adoring eyes. This time he
Speaker 2: couldn't move or speak. He could merely be feeling what
Speaker 2: that body felt. Looking whose eyes looked? They looked down
Speaker 2: at the foot of the throne at a dwarf, his
Speaker 2: head shaved smooth. The dwarf spoke, what say you, King, Bahaka,
Speaker 2: will you grant my humble plea? A voice spoke, and
Speaker 2: it came from the body Hani, now resided in three
Speaker 2: steps is nothing, shappala, ask for a yojana of land
Speaker 2: or a kush and it will be yours. No, replied
Speaker 2: the dwarf. Three steps of land at a place of
Speaker 2: my choosing is all I want? And vamana thanks you
Speaker 2: for your generosity. Then Hani remembered and strove to cry
Speaker 2: out to warn the king to beware that it was
Speaker 2: all a trick. This was no ordinary visitor. There was
Speaker 2: no shippala. It was my Tar himself, in the fifth Avatar,
Speaker 2: here to write the balance once more. But he could not.
Speaker 2: He was powerless to do anything but wait for Bahaka
Speaker 2: to reply. Certainly, shappala, if that is what you wish
Speaker 2: you may have your three steps of land anywhere you want.
Speaker 2: Shappala bowed, straightened up, and began to grow, as has
Speaker 2: been written, larger and larger, until he blocked out the sky.
Speaker 2: And still he grew until his foot covered all the earth.
Speaker 2: My first step, said Shappala. Then he lifted a leg
Speaker 2: and with his other foot he covered the heavens. My
Speaker 2: second step. Tell me, o king, now that your kingdom
Speaker 2: belongs to me, how will you keep your promise? Where
Speaker 2: should I place my third step? And Hani found himself
Speaker 2: looking up as Bahaka tilted his head to regard vamana.
Speaker 2: Place it on my head, my tar, he said proudly,
Speaker 2: and Bahaka will have kept his word. Hani screamed again,
Speaker 2: with no sound or success, as that great foot bore
Speaker 2: down with all the weight of heaven behind it, slamming
Speaker 2: into his head with a force that made Raka's Vodra
Speaker 2: seem a mere inconvenience. His backbone twisted, snapped, and still
Speaker 2: the great foot bore down, driving his head down into
Speaker 2: his body and further down, deep into the earth itself,
Speaker 2: and still it pressed down with no respite at all.
Speaker 2: Hani screamed until he could scream no more, And yet
Speaker 2: the foot stayed where it was, pushing down unabated. He
Speaker 2: counted the seconds as they turned to minutes, which turned
Speaker 2: to weeks, and still the terrible force pressed down against
Speaker 2: his skull. Hani had long since given up on escape,
Speaker 2: on scaling Bahada, on finding Acnos. One hundred years went
Speaker 2: by a hundred more, and still it bore down, sometimes shifting,
Speaker 2: ever so often, replaced by a different foot, but always there.
Speaker 2: Two hundred and fifty years, with a heel to his head,
Speaker 2: Paradise Racca Acnos all faded to faint shadows, nebulous strands
Speaker 2: of a forgotten cobweb in a dark corner of history
Speaker 2: that he forgot them no longer irked him. All was
Speaker 2: futile anyway. The only reality that of the foot, and
Speaker 2: in time Honey came to love the foot, to draw
Speaker 2: comfort in knowing it would always be there. But no
Speaker 2: matter what happened, the foot would never abandon him, never
Speaker 2: leave him to float out into an uncertain future without
Speaker 2: its anchoring restraint. Until suddenly it was gone, and he
Speaker 2: was lying curled on the path, head leaning brokenly against
Speaker 2: the stump, watching as the Gomaha leaf continued its slow
Speaker 2: spiral down to the forest. Floor. He tried to get up,
Speaker 2: but his legs would not obey. There was a heaviness
Speaker 2: in them, seeping through all of him, a weight, but
Speaker 2: one very different from that of the foot, one that
Speaker 2: told him that it was finished. He had taken the
Speaker 2: second trial and it had broken him. He would not
Speaker 2: even meet with the third. All he needed to do
Speaker 2: now was to rest, to give into the darkness that
Speaker 2: spread across his mind. And given he did, gave into
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Speaker 2: Here we go, and we're back on the next to
Speaker 2: last day of heaven, Hani, Lord of the Wind, lay
Speaker 2: where he had fallen and did not stir Hani opened
Speaker 2: his eyes and the first thing he discovered was that
Speaker 2: his neck was broken. His head lolled to one side,
Speaker 2: and try as he might, he could not move it.
Speaker 2: He could feel the pain spreading through his frame in deep,
Speaker 2: widening circles, beginning at the base of his neck all
Speaker 2: the way down to his knees, where all feeling stopped completely.
Speaker 2: When he attempted to shift his legs, like his neck,
Speaker 2: they refused to respond. While lying there helpless, he saw it.
Speaker 2: There It lay at the very end of the path,
Speaker 2: at most half a yojana away, a massive black outcropping
Speaker 2: of rock, like a great lingam that had fallen over,
Speaker 2: upon which shone a large, luminous semicircle of light, the
Speaker 2: first light he'd seen since he stepped on this accursed path.
Speaker 2: Around it grew flowers, also, the first he had seen,
Speaker 2: row upon row of them, curving around the light. In
Speaker 2: the middle. At the center of the flowers sat a
Speaker 2: woman in her tiger skin tracksuit. She was smiling, beckoning
Speaker 2: him to come to her. Then Hani knew knew it
Speaker 2: as surely as he knew himself that his ordeals were over.
Speaker 2: Everything would be all right now. All he needed to
Speaker 2: do was to reach her, even if the only part
Speaker 2: of him that was working was his arms. And so Hani,
Speaker 2: god of the Wind, began dragging himself on his belly
Speaker 2: towards the light inch by agonizing inch, minute after tortuous minute,
Speaker 2: past several times he lost consciousness. Each time he woke
Speaker 2: up and resumed pulling himself forward once more. His forearms
Speaker 2: were a raw mass of flesh, his fingernails long since
Speaker 2: ripped out dusty fingers encrusted with dried black blood, eyes
Speaker 2: watering from the combination of sweat and dirt. Then he
Speaker 2: was there, finally, mercifully, at the rock with a semicircle
Speaker 2: of light on which she sat. Only she was gone,
Speaker 2: and it was no rock. It was a toe, a
Speaker 2: colossal toe. And what had appeared to be light was
Speaker 2: in fact the nail. A haze stretched its web over
Speaker 2: his mind. The darkness was returning stronger. Come with me,
Speaker 2: it said, and Hani was almost ready to acquiesce. Almost
Speaker 2: with the very last of his strength, Hani gripped at
Speaker 2: what he thought was a rock with fingers of bloody meat,
Speaker 2: and swung himself up. On the last day of Heaving
Speaker 2: the Broken God, Hani laid his forehead on Ocnos's toe.
Speaker 2: All around Hani, the earth and the grass and the
Speaker 2: rocks in the air armed and vibrated together, and the
Speaker 2: sound they made was the voice of Acnos, little wind, God,
Speaker 2: you have come a long way. Hani lay there, unable
Speaker 2: to speak, for there was nothing left in him but
Speaker 2: the faintest spark, watching itself blink out of existence. From
Speaker 2: somewhere far above, a great hand came down. A finger
Speaker 2: touched Hani's head and he felt the golden glow of
Speaker 2: life burn within him again, muscle and sinew knitting back
Speaker 2: into place. He still lacked the strength to do anything
Speaker 2: but stand. But stand he did, as befits a god.
Speaker 2: Forgive me, my Lord, he said, for I failed to
Speaker 2: take the third trial. The earth and rocks, in grass
Speaker 2: and air all around shimmered once more, and Acnos was gone,
Speaker 2: and in his place once again sat the woman in
Speaker 2: the tiger print track suit. Yet here you are all
Speaker 2: the same. Speak, Are you here to claim your boon?
Speaker 2: He bowed his head in assent. What was it again?
Speaker 2: Anything in my power? Was it not? I really must
Speaker 2: stop making that promise? All right? What will it be?
Speaker 2: And in that moment, with the task he had suffered
Speaker 2: so much for finally at an end, with fulfillment of
Speaker 2: his purpose, with one sentence away, all he had to
Speaker 2: do now was utter the words. He opened his mouth
Speaker 2: to answer, and he found he could not. They would
Speaker 2: not emerge, even as he searched himself in vain for
Speaker 2: his dharma, his duty to his king. It was in
Speaker 2: there somewhere, yet it eluded him, like golden drops of
Speaker 2: rasa From a time. Both eons passed and yesterday tantalizingly
Speaker 2: out of reach. He opened his mouth and shut it again,
Speaker 2: opened it once more, then shook his head. I'm not
Speaker 2: hearing a request. The Apanas have no answer to the
Speaker 2: Asora advance. They have tried to the last of them,
Speaker 2: and they have failed. They shouldn't you be saying. He
Speaker 2: opened his mouth and shut it again. We aren't you
Speaker 2: an apana. It had been so very long since he'd
Speaker 2: set out home, so very far away and long ago,
Speaker 2: that it now felt like just another stop on the journey.
Speaker 2: Here to this moment. Well, and under that gaze, Hanni
Speaker 2: found himself giving voice to the dark shadow nestling in
Speaker 2: his heart, to the thoughts he feared to utter, even
Speaker 2: to himself ever since the churning. When I set out,
Speaker 2: I was, and now he hesitated. I know not what
Speaker 2: I am, only that it is not what I would be.
Speaker 2: Does this person not want me to destroy all creation
Speaker 2: for Raka's glory? Or did you think your task a
Speaker 2: secret from me? Hanni said nothing. He dared not, even
Speaker 2: as reality shimmered again and the mighty form of the
Speaker 2: destroyer loomed over him once more. A silence pressed down,
Speaker 2: hard and cold, a silence to last an eternity or
Speaker 2: a moment, no telling if either was any different. Akno
Speaker 2: spoke again, and Pahada itself trembled at that terrible voice
Speaker 2: speak Hannie, does Raka wish me to end all creation
Speaker 2: so that he may feel victorious? Or will the extinction
Speaker 2: of merely all the Asa race suffice? And that's not
Speaker 2: something we sell, but we do sell other stuff like
Speaker 2: these ads. We don't actually sell you the products of
Speaker 2: the ads. We actually sell the advertising space, which we
Speaker 2: have no control over what they sell. Yah, I'll probably
Speaker 2: figured that out a while ago. Here's the ads and
Speaker 2: we're back. Hani hung his head, staring down at his toes.
Speaker 2: Neither a great one. They've done nothing but engages per
Speaker 2: the rules and means that Raka himself demanded. When Raka wins,
Speaker 2: then all means are just. When he does not, it
Speaker 2: is called a dharma. Are you saying you no longer
Speaker 2: wish me to save paradise? Hani? Hanni hesitated, feeling the
Speaker 2: words build up, smashing against the inside of his lips,
Speaker 2: yearning to be free, until they would be held back
Speaker 2: no longer but burst forth, and as each one emerged,
Speaker 2: Honey knew it to be true. No great one, because
Speaker 2: paradise requires no saving. Once again a silence that lasted forever,
Speaker 2: or a moment unbreakable save. But by the voice of Acnos, finally, yes,
Speaker 2: it is not paradise that you were sent here to save.
Speaker 2: But Rakka Raka, who calls himself King of Heaven, yet
Speaker 2: flees to the Preserver in the name of balance every
Speaker 2: time his strength is tested. He sent you to me
Speaker 2: so that he and his ilk will not lose what
Speaker 2: was first stolen and then squandered. But my Lord said Hani,
Speaker 2: and his voice quavered as he spoke. Would the Preserver
Speaker 2: ever be unjust?
Speaker 1: Just?
Speaker 2: The Preserver is not concerned with justice, only with keeping
Speaker 2: things as they are. Justice does not come from above, Hani,
Speaker 2: It comes from those who would seek it and hear.
Speaker 2: And now Racu searched for the Preserver time and time again,
Speaker 2: and knew not why he could not find him, because
Speaker 2: he has been here all along. The great hand ascended again,
Speaker 2: colossal fingers unfurled, and in its palm lay a thin,
Speaker 2: worn figure, curled up with skin of unmistakable blue. My
Speaker 2: Lord cried, Hani, can it be? How is this come
Speaker 2: to pass? And the voice of Acnus was heard again
Speaker 2: because Each time Raka invoked the balance, it weakened the
Speaker 2: preserver a little more, until the day came when he
Speaker 2: had no power left, until even the illusion of balance
Speaker 2: was gone, and all that was left was Racca's desires.
Speaker 2: And when that day came, Raca ceased to seek balance
Speaker 2: and instead sent you here seeking destruction. He has drunk
Speaker 2: so deeply of the chalice of his hubris that he
Speaker 2: sought to use not just God's but creation himself, just
Speaker 2: to have his way. I no longer believe in his way?
Speaker 2: Why not? I do not know? You do? Do you
Speaker 2: remember as you called it the foot? Hani didn't answer,
Speaker 2: He had no need to. They both knew he remembered
Speaker 2: it very well, or to give it the name by
Speaker 2: which Creation knows it. Raka's balance a balance you felt
Speaker 2: for what it truly was a scale where he and
Speaker 2: his kind sit born aloft on one end, while all
Speaker 2: the weight rests on the other. But how, my Lord,
Speaker 2: the scriptures and songs and stories they all say something else?
Speaker 2: Whose scriptures are those who tells those stories? But my Lord,
Speaker 2: the things of which you speak have been since creation itself?
Speaker 2: And does that mean they must be true? Tradition does
Speaker 2: not bestow virtue or truth. Only age, and Hani of
Speaker 2: the woken mind knew that this was true too. Every
Speaker 2: word Akno said was true. He shivered as though an
Speaker 2: invisible cloak had worn out, without ever realizing it had
Speaker 2: now been cast off, leaving him cold, defenseless, and vulnerable
Speaker 2: for the first time. So the answer to Raka's request
Speaker 2: is no, as it would have been even if you
Speaker 2: had asked it of me. I offered you a boon,
Speaker 2: not Raka. Hani hung his head. That leaves but one thing,
Speaker 2: the boon I promised you, For all who journey to
Speaker 2: me shall ask me of what they desire. Another silence,
Speaker 2: one that stretched across eternity. What is yours? Hani fell
Speaker 2: to his knees, trembling. Finally, he spoke, to make right, Lord, nay,
Speaker 2: not right, for Yugas of wrongdoing can never be made right.
Speaker 2: But grant me the strength to do what I must,
Speaker 2: to make what reparation I can. And if I do,
Speaker 2: what of you that is also no longer part of
Speaker 2: this story? My lord? An Aknos smiled a smile very
Speaker 2: different from the one Hani had grown accustomed to ceiling.
Speaker 2: It was warm, gentle, and the very sight of it
Speaker 2: sent new strength flooding through his limbs. Now you have
Speaker 2: passed the final trial, So be it. I grant your boon,
Speaker 2: little wind God. Now do what Raka asks you to
Speaker 2: fly to him, My Lord, for too long has the
Speaker 2: balance been waited on one side alone? Heaven will not
Speaker 2: cease to be heaven if there is no Raka. It
Speaker 2: is merely Raka who will cease to be Raka without Heaven.
Speaker 2: So it shall be you shall return home to Paradise.
Speaker 2: But you will not return alone. Let it guide you
Speaker 2: and fly you back over the fallen walls of Paradise,
Speaker 2: so that you may plant it hilt deep in the
Speaker 2: chest of Raka and give him the destruction he so
Speaker 2: deeply craves. And without him and his vision of heaven,
Speaker 2: perhaps they'll be a better one. Rise Hani, instrument of
Speaker 2: my will, and hold out your hand. Hani obeyed, saw
Speaker 2: the trident falling into his outstretched hand. He felt it pulse,
Speaker 2: power coursing through him, power as he had never imagined,
Speaker 2: enclosing them both in a shimmering white glow in the
Speaker 2: last hour of heaven. Hani, servant of Aknos, breaker of
Speaker 2: the Balance, sword up into the sky trishol in hand.
Speaker 2: Although we no longer knew which was him and which
Speaker 2: was the tree show they were one, an incandescent, white
Speaker 2: hot ray of will, racing towards paradise and the heart
Speaker 2: of a king until the last moment of heaven. The
Speaker 2: great god Raka, waiting for the end, never saw it coming.
Speaker 2: But the end of the story came just now, because
Speaker 2: the story is now over. So I really like this story,
Speaker 2: and I like it more each time I read it,
Speaker 2: partly because I understand it a little bit more each
Speaker 2: time I read it because it's not a mythology that
Speaker 2: I was previously familiar with. But I asked Shiv what
Speaker 2: he wanted to say about it to you all, and
Speaker 2: this is what Schiff told me. The story is a
Speaker 2: sort of interrogation of mythology as well as an exploration
Speaker 2: of how it changes with shifts in perspective. To that end,
Speaker 2: it takes two well known stories about two separate avatars
Speaker 2: of Vishnu and sort of recontextualizes them and examines what
Speaker 2: happens to the foundations of what they say when we
Speaker 2: do that, and as a result, it ends up being
Speaker 2: a commentary on a fair few things, from the importance
Speaker 2: of isolating viewpoint from vantage point to various other sociological
Speaker 2: and maybe even psychological aspects of how that plays across
Speaker 2: the human condition. But the whys and what's and how's
Speaker 2: of those are perhaps best left for a reader to
Speaker 2: interpret within their own frameworks, because isn't that the whole
Speaker 2: point of telling a story? Okay, and Shiv that makes
Speaker 2: a lot of sense to me, But I'm not the writer.
Speaker 2: I'm one of the readers, and so I'm gonna offer
Speaker 2: my frameworks and not my own contextualizations, but like my
Speaker 2: own thoughts on it, right, because it's a book club,
Speaker 2: and that's what we do here at book club is
Speaker 2: sometimes I tell you how I think about things, and
Speaker 2: oh god, I mean it's so hard to say things
Speaker 2: besides just like, well, I like it, but I also
Speaker 2: I find it to be just this amazing commentary on
Speaker 2: what's happening India right now, where you have this Hindu
Speaker 2: nationalism that is almost like beyond Islamophobic, right like it's
Speaker 2: basically Nazis. They're really into Hitler, the people who just
Speaker 2: lost a little bit of power compared to what they
Speaker 2: have had for the past what eight years or something.
Speaker 2: I don't have my notes in front of me, but
Speaker 2: you know, it's been a while India's went far right,
Speaker 2: and honestly, in general, I think the West would do
Speaker 2: well to pay attention to India because two of the
Speaker 2: things that are most pressing in our lifetimes is the
Speaker 2: rise of nationalism and fascism, right and also climate change,
Speaker 2: and probably the place with the highest population density where
Speaker 2: those things are hitting really hard right now is India.
Speaker 2: And things are real bad. But I really like how
Speaker 2: this story takes all this mythology and it turns it
Speaker 2: on his head without stopping being mythology. It's not like
Speaker 2: ha ha, gods are dumb, fuck you, but instead it's like, hey,
Speaker 2: all of these stories, all of these traditions. First of all,
Speaker 2: tradition doesn't mean anything except that it's old. What can
Speaker 2: they say instead instead of like ha ha, we tricked
Speaker 2: those people because we're clever and good and children of
Speaker 2: light and everyone else is bad, you know, and we're
Speaker 2: like dealing with this thing right now. Obviously I don't
Speaker 2: know whether this is what she was thinking about or
Speaker 2: not during it, but you know, obviously the sort of
Speaker 2: fear of the other and the fear of Islam is
Speaker 2: like huge right now in India and hear these stories
Speaker 2: about how actually we could all work together. All you
Speaker 2: got to do is like not be a dick and
Speaker 2: don't trick people the whole time, but instead, like, together,
Speaker 2: we can churn the sea and bring up the nectar
Speaker 2: of divinity and all become gods if we just work together.
Speaker 2: And that's pretty cool. I don't know if I need
Speaker 2: to be a god personally, but like metaphorically, fuck yeah,
Speaker 2: let's work together. And also I like how the recontextualization.
Speaker 2: It's just like, well, what if you were was like
Speaker 2: literally on the other side of this, you know, what
Speaker 2: if you were on the other team, how would that seem?
Speaker 2: So I like this story. And here at the end
Speaker 2: of it, I want to plug a few things. I
Speaker 2: want to plug a short story that I haven't read yet.
Speaker 2: I basically was like, hey, Shav, what should I plug
Speaker 2: at the end of this? And there's a short story
Speaker 2: called Batiya Pi b a h Tia like and then
Speaker 2: Pi isn't like Private Investigator, And it's in a light
Speaker 2: speed magazine and it's kind of a prequel to Shiv's
Speaker 2: current work in progress novel, So y'all should check that out.
Speaker 2: I will also also I want to plug that. If
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Speaker 2: it's on, and you should check out the other one.
Speaker 2: If you're listening to this on It could Happen Here,
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