Speaker 1: From ancient tales of omnipotent and eternal deities, to hidden
Speaker 1: folkloric fairy worlds, to the wildest speculations of intergalactic and
Speaker 1: interdimensional travel, we seem always to be conceiving new ways
Speaker 1: to incorporate the possible existence of life beyond the world
Speaker 1: we know. Even the subconscious space of our dreams has
Speaker 1: been considered a potential location for beings as real as
Speaker 1: any we might find in the conscious realm, or at
Speaker 1: least try telling an eleven year old who just watched
Speaker 1: a Nightmare on Elm Street for the first time that
Speaker 1: such beings aren't possible as it happens. Whereas Cradon, the
Speaker 1: creator of A Nightmare in Elm Street, is thought to
Speaker 1: have drawn partial inspiration for the film from the crudely
Speaker 1: labeled Asian deaths in of the late nineteen seventies and eighties.
Speaker 1: During this period, over one hundred and ten men who
Speaker 1: fled to America from Lao to escape a newly installed
Speaker 1: communist government are said to have fallen victim to the
Speaker 1: unusual syndrome. All died following unexplained seizures in their sleep.
Speaker 1: For others, it is precisely the possibility of what we
Speaker 1: might find in these places that scares them the most,
Speaker 1: and who could blame them? Considering how many of these
Speaker 1: tales end in disaster, from the terror of Ridley Scott's
Speaker 1: Alien where all but one of an entire space flight
Speaker 1: crew are wiped out by a previously unknown organism, to
Speaker 1: the damningly self reflective satire of Gulliver's Travels, travels which
Speaker 1: leave the eponymous Gulliver so appalled by humanity he becomes
Speaker 1: a recluse. Such stories seem designed to prevent us from
Speaker 1: exploring the US unknown. They are handed down to us
Speaker 1: as supposedly hard earned truths, a warning to anyone foolish
Speaker 1: enough to venture beyond the comfort of their known environment.
Speaker 1: If it doesn't kill you, at the very least, you
Speaker 1: run the risk of discovering something about yourself you don't
Speaker 1: want to know. As a species, not only have we
Speaker 1: proven death to such warnings, we seem almost pathologically predisposed
Speaker 1: to ignore them. It was far easier, for example, for
Speaker 1: the British nation to celebrate the achievements of explorer Captain
Speaker 1: James Cook than to dwell on the fact that he
Speaker 1: was murdered while out on his travels, but the hands
Speaker 1: of the distant savages, as they were referred, that he
Speaker 1: had supposedly discovered. And if you look at tales like
Speaker 1: that from the point of view of those on the
Speaker 1: receiving end of efforts to colonize so called distant and
Speaker 1: exotic lands, business of exploration starts to look very messy. Indeed,
Speaker 1: but even still we carry on regardless. We might argue
Speaker 1: that our yearning to illuminate the darkest unknown corners is
Speaker 1: driven by survival instincts. We search to understand what out
Speaker 1: there could be a threat to us. Or perhaps it
Speaker 1: is the Freudian unconscious desire to name and to conquer
Speaker 1: that ultimately drives us. Or perhaps rather it's simply the
Speaker 1: selfish pursuit of personal gain. Yet when we look at
Speaker 1: the incredible achievements of our species's most eminent adventurers, such
Speaker 1: as Abu Baka the Second or the indomitable Shann Barret,
Speaker 1: it is possible to discern a different driving force. Abu
Speaker 1: Baka the Second was ruler of a huge Western African
Speaker 1: empire considered by some to have been the largest and
Speaker 1: wealthiest ever. In thirteen eleven, he is alleged to have
Speaker 1: given it all up having become determined to find out
Speaker 1: just what exactly lay on the other side of the Atlantic.
Speaker 1: After leaving to do just that, Abu Baka was never
Speaker 1: seen again. However, Malian writer and historian Professor Gassau Diawara
Speaker 1: has speculated that he may have fact have got as
Speaker 1: far as present day Brazil during his adventures. While in
Speaker 1: seventeen seventy five, Shan Beret, after disguising herself as a man,
Speaker 1: became the first woman to circumnavigate the globe. Look past
Speaker 1: the cynical political motivations of the Apollo eleven moon landing,
Speaker 1: and you see it there too, in the engine fire
Speaker 1: of a Saturn five rocket. It powers NASA's Voyager space
Speaker 1: probes beyond the heliosphere toward interstellar space, blows the sales
Speaker 1: of Charles Darwin's HMS Beagle, and forms the metaphorical glue
Speaker 1: that binds the nuts and bolts of the Hubble telescope
Speaker 1: that enables us to peer ever deeper into the furthest
Speaker 1: reaches of the universe. It is the irrepressible force of
Speaker 1: human curiosity. It's this adventurous spirit that also fuels the
Speaker 1: search for other kinds of truth set Apart from the
Speaker 1: pursuit of the hard sciences, we find it in the
Speaker 1: ever seductive lure of the occult and the gnostic philosophies,
Speaker 1: the powerful idea that beyond the realities we comprehend, like
Speaker 1: other more majestic places, just waiting to be discovered, if
Speaker 1: only we had the requisite knowledge and tools to get there.
Speaker 1: In many ways, the hard science search for truth is
Speaker 1: not too dissimilar to the gnostic or religious search for truth.
Speaker 1: Both are founded on the belief that there is more
Speaker 1: to reality than what we know, and both are equally
Speaker 1: striving to peer behind the wizard's curtain, as it were.
Speaker 1: Where they differ is in their approach. Gnostics start with
Speaker 1: the absolute conviction that there is something more to it all,
Speaker 1: some guiding hand. Perhaps their search cannot stop until this
Speaker 1: mysterious manufacturer is revealed. This approach often leaves me wondering
Speaker 1: whether people with that inclination would ever be truly satisfied.
Speaker 1: What if we did discover one day that there was
Speaker 1: an omnipotent creator. After all, it likely wouldn't take long
Speaker 1: before knowledge of this God's existence simply became part of
Speaker 1: our quotehidean life, something we just took for granted, how
Speaker 1: long then before people began to wonder if that God
Speaker 1: wasn't in fact the end point of or knowledge, but
Speaker 1: was itself made by an entirely other God occupying a
Speaker 1: whole other layer of mystery, and that God made by
Speaker 1: another God, and so on and so on. Scientists, on
Speaker 1: the other hand, tend not to start with an unshakable
Speaker 1: conviction of what the end point might be. Although they
Speaker 1: are more than happy to acknowledge there are things not
Speaker 1: yet known that may yet be discovered. They prefer to
Speaker 1: get there one step at a time, through trial and
Speaker 1: error and the slow methodical accumulation of empirical data. They
Speaker 1: might occasionally take a leap of faith for an idea,
Speaker 1: but if the data doesn't correlate, the idea is soon discarded. Meanwhile,
Speaker 1: for the alternative truth seekers transcendent philosophers, what satisfaction is
Speaker 1: to be found in the mundane scientific worlds of fields
Speaker 1: and sub atomic matter when there are much deeper, hidden
Speaker 1: geometries to explore, far beyond the confines of standard human perception.
Speaker 1: Doubtless there is a strange comfort in contemplating things beyond
Speaker 1: our everyday practical experiences. Furthermore, it is the potential of
Speaker 1: what might be found in the unknown and unseen that
Speaker 1: gives birth to many of our wildest ideas thoughts on consciousness, eschatology,
Speaker 1: and the very nature of reality. But might we have
Speaker 1: neglected something in all this? For what if those tales
Speaker 1: we tell of other worlds and other creatures weren't just
Speaker 1: stories and we aren't in fact alone? What if it
Speaker 1: isn't only our species that is doing the exploring. You're
Speaker 1: listening to Unexplained, and I'm Richard McLain Smith. Gwen gazes
Speaker 1: longingly at the vast blue sky as Terry turns their
Speaker 1: battered old pick up off the AR eighty eight Fort Duchane.
Speaker 1: It's the summer of nineteen ninety four, and the Shermans
Speaker 1: are traveling through a northern stretch of the Yuintar Basin
Speaker 1: in the northeast corner of what is commonly known today
Speaker 1: as the American state of Utah. This part of the basin,
Speaker 1: which stretches out for hundreds of miles to the south,
Speaker 1: forms a clash of desert and rich pastures. Fed by
Speaker 1: the Uinta River and nearby Bottle Creek Reservoir. It is
Speaker 1: a stark landscape marked by rare pockets of oasis in
Speaker 1: otherwise desolately swathes of rock and dust. Some might call
Speaker 1: it the bad Lance, but to others its plain old
Speaker 1: Cowboy country and everything that Gwen and Terry are looking for.
Speaker 1: The truck kicks up dust as they make their way
Speaker 1: deeper into the plains. To their right lies a two
Speaker 1: hundred foot high mesa ridge of red dust and sandstone,
Speaker 1: one of those other worldly structures you might think had
Speaker 1: more in common with Mars than Planet Earth. While to
Speaker 1: their left, a pale scrubland speckled with milky green sagebrush
Speaker 1: and spindly Russian olives, stretches out to the horizon, and
Speaker 1: all is framed by the widest bluest sky. You could
Speaker 1: possibly imagine. Such places have a magical quality, a hidden
Speaker 1: history that lies compressed and fossilized underground, painted onto the
Speaker 1: rocks at the back of darkened caves. It rings with
Speaker 1: a silence. But it's not the silence of emptiness. It
Speaker 1: is the silence of absence, the silence that remains when
Speaker 1: so many things have been and gone. For of course,
Speaker 1: the state hasn't always been called Utah, nor indeed has
Speaker 1: it always been a state. The vast ranges to the
Speaker 1: north haven't always been named the Uinta Mountains, and this
Speaker 1: desert basin hasn't always been a desert. Roughly twenty thousand
Speaker 1: years ago, a community of bipedal, bare skinned creatures first
Speaker 1: ventured forth towards present day North America, walking from lands
Speaker 1: of ice and snow to the northwest across a land
Speaker 1: bridge newly emerged from the depths of wants impassable waters.
Speaker 1: Confronted by walls of ice and inhospitable terrain, the intrepid
Speaker 1: pioneers were forced to remain on that bridge of land
Speaker 1: for thousands of years before a thawing of the surrounding
Speaker 1: glaciers and permafrost brought new roots for them to explore.
Speaker 1: In their isolation, they'd been changing deep within their blood.
Speaker 1: When they finally move on to greener pastures to the south,
Speaker 1: they emerge new and distinct from the people they'd been before.
Speaker 1: These people, whose names have long been lost to time,
Speaker 1: are thought to be the first human inhabitants of what
Speaker 1: we now call Utah, arriving there some thirteen thousand years ago,
Speaker 1: forming small communities. The first inhabitants of present day Utah
Speaker 1: drift with the seasons eating cattails and sedge, and crafting
Speaker 1: nets for creatures that swim and fly. They hunt with
Speaker 1: spear points made from bone and stone, expertly and delicately
Speaker 1: fluted on both sides. Just like the world of those
Speaker 1: who came before them, theirs is tuned to the cycles
Speaker 1: of the golden orb of day and the ever changing
Speaker 1: white disk of night. Eventually they will make it as
Speaker 1: far as the stretch of land Gwen and Terry are
Speaker 1: driving through, perhaps sheltering under the mesa ridge to their right,
Speaker 1: or tracking animals in the scrubland to the left, three
Speaker 1: and a half million curves through the sky of the
Speaker 1: golden orb. Later, however, surrounding waters rise and flood the basin,
Speaker 1: forcing those ancient people from the land, where they will
Speaker 1: also be lost to the mists of time. A thousand
Speaker 1: years later, and a shift has taken place, and new
Speaker 1: people arrive from the southwest with bows and arrows to
Speaker 1: complement the spear. Although some are nomadic, others prefer a
Speaker 1: more stationary life, growing at harvesting crops. They wear shoes
Speaker 1: made from deer hyde, make pottery and weave baskets, and
Speaker 1: paint detailed pictorials of creatures both strange and familiar, onto
Speaker 1: the rocks of their homes. But just seven hundred years later,
Speaker 1: a great drought forces them too from the land. It's
Speaker 1: not long before yet another group of biped creatures arrive,
Speaker 1: this time bringing a name that is recorded in history, Nouts,
Speaker 1: which translates in English as the People. The Noots eventually
Speaker 1: stretch out across two hundred and twenty five thousand square
Speaker 1: miles of the surrounding deserts and prairies, building teepees and
Speaker 1: wiki ups from Pinion and Juniper branches to the Nuche.
Speaker 1: The land on which they walk is a place of
Speaker 1: great power, a place revealed in dreams and made manifest
Speaker 1: by their creator, Sinnawav. It includes the upper earth of mountains,
Speaker 1: a middle earth of foothills, the lower earth of the canyons,
Speaker 1: and the underworld, where the light giving orb in the
Speaker 1: sky they call Tavachi rests at night. It is a
Speaker 1: land peppered with puave power points where tribal medicine men
Speaker 1: channel sacred forces. It is also a world populated by
Speaker 1: the Mokwitch, the dead. The Nuts never venture into the
Speaker 1: places of the Mokwitch, who are said to roam the
Speaker 1: abandoned homes of those who had come back. Should you
Speaker 1: ever find spiders and cobwebs in old, formally inhabited buildings,
Speaker 1: that is a sign that the mock witch the dead
Speaker 1: are there. The Nuche occupy the land for many cycles
Speaker 1: of the Golden Orb, living out a mostly peaceful existence
Speaker 1: in harmony with the elements of their world, taking only
Speaker 1: what they need and fighting only to defend the territory
Speaker 1: that is crucial to their survival. Are known to the Nuche. However,
Speaker 1: there is a whole other world that occupies the exact
Speaker 1: same space as theirs, and it is beginning to press
Speaker 1: in on them. Some Nutch have already heard of this
Speaker 1: parallel world, populated by people similar in some ways but
Speaker 1: different in others. As they soon discover, it is a
Speaker 1: place made not by Sinowaf, but by God Almighty. In
Speaker 1: this other world, time is different, and the nuts are
Speaker 1: instead called Utah. There, it is the year sixteen twenty,
Speaker 1: the same number of years they are told since a
Speaker 1: man named Christ was sent to Earth to die for
Speaker 1: everybody's sins. Early exchanges with this other world's people bring
Speaker 1: occasional riches, such as the majestic and powerful horses that
Speaker 1: will later strengthen their communities. There are new ideas too,
Speaker 1: that help the Nuts make better sense of their own world, discovering,
Speaker 1: for example, that the golden orb in the sky is
Speaker 1: not moving into darkness each night, but rather it is
Speaker 1: they and the land they stand on that is moving
Speaker 1: around it. But sometimes those from the other world will
Speaker 1: make ray into Nuche communities and steal their people away
Speaker 1: to be reared as slaves. More and more, this other
Speaker 1: world presses in on that of the Nouche until it
Speaker 1: has enveloped it completely, and they have little option but
Speaker 1: to leave their world behind. By this new world's year
Speaker 1: of eighteen sixty four, the land occupied by the Nuche,
Speaker 1: now referred to as Ute by the newcomers, has been
Speaker 1: declared owned by the United States of America. An agreement
Speaker 1: is reached to establish a small area of territory for
Speaker 1: the Nuche, along with other tribes such as the Uncompahgre, Yampa,
Speaker 1: and White River, to call their own for fifteen years.
Speaker 1: They are rounded up and escorted into this designated area,
Speaker 1: known as the Uinta and Ourey Reservation. No longer free
Speaker 1: to move with the seasons, the tribe's peoples struggle to
Speaker 1: adapt to their zone, an area that is largely dry
Speaker 1: and poor for hunting. When asphaltam, a highly profitable mineral,
Speaker 1: is discovered within this territory, it transpires that the eighteen
Speaker 1: sixty four agreement is not quite as final as it
Speaker 1: had first seemed. Seven thousand acres of reservation territory is
Speaker 1: quickly reclaimed by the US government and given to the
Speaker 1: mining industry. By nineteen o five, the reservation has diminished
Speaker 1: to a quarter of its initial size. Terry Sherman brings
Speaker 1: the truck to a halt. He and Gwen have finally
Speaker 1: reached their destination, a four hundred and eighty acre stretch
Speaker 1: of ranch, surrounded on all sides by the Uinta and
Speaker 1: Ourey Reservation. Up ahead lies the Maya's Ranch house, peeking
Speaker 1: out from under a row of grand cottonwoods. Although it
Speaker 1: is true that the ranch occupies land that was once
Speaker 1: part of the original reservation, some claim the Nooch were
Speaker 1: only too happy to be rid of it. Unknown to
Speaker 1: Terry and Gwen. It is said that something peculiar stalks
Speaker 1: these pastures, something not recorded in any of the history books,
Speaker 1: and the Nooche are terrified of it. A deep yellow
Speaker 1: sun hangs in the sky. As the Shermans step from
Speaker 1: the cool of their truck into the dry summer heat
Speaker 1: and make their way towards the house. Terry runs a
Speaker 1: hand through his hair before replacing his cap, trying his
Speaker 1: best not to look too excited as the estate agent
Speaker 1: approaches the building. Perched at the base of the Mesa
Speaker 1: ridge and backed by a wide irrigation canal, is a
Speaker 1: modest sized bungalow in need of some care and attention. Inside,
Speaker 1: wallpaper not changed since the seventies, peals from the walls
Speaker 1: and ceiling, while bags of rubbish are strewn throughout the place.
Speaker 1: As the Shermans enter the property, it's hard not to
Speaker 1: think of the previous owner living out there all on
Speaker 1: her own. Gwen drifts from room to room, and though
Speaker 1: she is excited about the prospect of making this their home,
Speaker 1: she can't help feeling there is something off about the place.
Speaker 1: Then she sees it. Every internal door appears to have
Speaker 1: a dead bald lock drilled onto it inside and out,
Speaker 1: and all the windows too. Gwen is nudging one of
Speaker 1: the locks shut when Terry calls to her from outside.
Speaker 1: She steps out the door to find him holding a
Speaker 1: heavy chain in his hands that has been bolted securely
Speaker 1: to the front of the house. Must have been some
Speaker 1: dog to warrant this, says Terry. I guess so, Gwen replies,
Speaker 1: before being suddenly distracted by the breath taking view. From here,
Speaker 1: she can see the full acreage of the grassy paddocks
Speaker 1: and scrublands to the south and west, cut through by
Speaker 1: dry Gulch Creek, and bordered to the north by the
Speaker 1: irrigation canal and sandstone ridge that run in parallel all
Speaker 1: the way to the far western border. As she takes
Speaker 1: it all in, it feels as if they've lived there
Speaker 1: their whole lives. Later, after taking a walk through the fields,
Speaker 1: Gwen and Terry stumble upon the Old Homestead, a dilapidated
Speaker 1: stucco cabin built in the early nineteen hundreds, but now
Speaker 1: warped and rotted after years under the baking desert sun.
Speaker 1: How uncanny it looks, they think, almost as if it
Speaker 1: were still inhabited, with its rusted drain pipe chimney still
Speaker 1: intact and sticking out through the roof, the old floral
Speaker 1: patterned lino inside just visible under a thick carpet of
Speaker 1: dead leaves. In sight, Gwen spies numerous cobwebs and spiders
Speaker 1: clinging to every corner, and can almost feel the presence
Speaker 1: of the building's previous occupiers. It's just when they're walking
Speaker 1: back to the house that Terry notices something peculiar hidden
Speaker 1: under the thick, dry grass of one of the pastures,
Speaker 1: a circular indentation roughly three feet wide and at least
Speaker 1: one foot deep in the ground. Even stranger is that
Speaker 1: the soil underneath seems compacted, as if whatever had made
Speaker 1: the marking hadn't dug the soil out of the ground,
Speaker 1: but had come down on it from above and compressed
Speaker 1: it into the earth. It's a gray, overcast day when
Speaker 1: the Shermans return later in the autumn, the proud new
Speaker 1: owners of the Meyer's ranch. They arrive with all their
Speaker 1: worldly goods on two heavily laden trucks. With the help
Speaker 1: of Terry's father Attison, Gwen and Terry's eleven year old
Speaker 1: son Tea and nine year old daughter Kay lead the way,
Speaker 1: picking out pieces from the top of the truck and
Speaker 1: handing them down to the grown ups. Terry is just
Speaker 1: returning for another load when he notices his son staring
Speaker 1: at something across the pasture, picking its way through the
Speaker 1: field and heading straight towards them. What is that, coyote,
Speaker 1: asks Gwen, having just clocked it. Too Nah, too big
Speaker 1: for that, says Terry, not taking his eyes off the animal.
Speaker 1: The family watch as the creature draws near, until they
Speaker 1: can make out its silver gray fur as the unmistakable
Speaker 1: hide of a wolf. Gwen looks anxiously towards the kids, who,
Speaker 1: far from being scared, seem quietly mesmerized by the creature.
Speaker 1: Terry takes a step forward, scanning the distance behind for
Speaker 1: any sign of a pack, then looks nervously toward the
Speaker 1: animal paddock. One of the three calves that arrived that morning,
Speaker 1: having sensed a shift in the air, has wandered up
Speaker 1: to the fence and stuck its head inquiringly between the slats,
Speaker 1: all the while the wolf trots closer and closer, its
Speaker 1: head bobbing beneath its shoulders until it's barely ten yards away.
Speaker 1: At least it looks like a wolf, thinks Terry, even
Speaker 1: if it's twice the size of any he's ever seen before.
Speaker 1: Stranger yet, is the pale blue electricity of its eyes
Speaker 1: a crossbreed, perhaps, he wanders. The creature keeps on coming
Speaker 1: until it's at Attison's legs, close enough for the old
Speaker 1: man to run his hand through its thick, wet fur.
Speaker 1: Must have come from the reservation, who says to the others.
Speaker 1: The wolf arches its back under Attison's hand and brushes
Speaker 1: against his legs with all the playfulness of an old
Speaker 1: family dog. Gwen waves for the kids to come down
Speaker 1: and join them. Can we keep it? Asks Kay. Before
Speaker 1: Terry can respond, the wolf is already in motion, heading
Speaker 1: straight for the corral. A moment later, the six month
Speaker 1: old Anger's calf is squealing in agony, it's snout caught
Speaker 1: tight inside the wolf's jaws. Gwen backs the children away
Speaker 1: as Attison pulls a baseball bat from the truck. He
Speaker 1: brings it down hard onto the wolf's back. As Terry
Speaker 1: tries to kick it free from the calf. Get the magnum, screams.
Speaker 1: Terry Tea leaps onto the truck, pulls the magnum from
Speaker 1: its holster and runs it over to his father, yelling
Speaker 1: for his son and Attison to step away. Terry gives
Speaker 1: the barrel a quick check before snapping it back into
Speaker 1: place and squeezing the trigger. The shot thunders into the animal,
Speaker 1: but the wolf doesn't back down. Gwen does her best
Speaker 1: to shield Kay's eyes as Terry takes another step closer
Speaker 1: and fires a second slug into the wolf's chest, but
Speaker 1: again there's nothing, not even a whimper. The exhausted calf
Speaker 1: sinks to the ground, its wide eyes rolling back in
Speaker 1: terror as it waits for death. Terry shoots again, seeing
Speaker 1: the bullet clearly thud into the wolf's stomach. Finally, it
Speaker 1: releases the prey and stumbles back a few yards. The
Speaker 1: calf collapses backwards, panting heavily as blood pours from its nose.
Speaker 1: The next bullet enters around the wolf's heart. It stands
Speaker 1: unmoved for one more beat, fixes Terry with its electric
Speaker 1: blue eyes, and then simply trots away. Get me the rifle,
Speaker 1: says Terry. Calmly Tea runs into the house and returns
Speaker 1: soon after, carrying a sniper rifle. The wolf has stopped
Speaker 1: thirty yards away. Terry takes the gun and raises the
Speaker 1: sight to his eye, then pull the trigger. They all
Speaker 1: gasp as the bullet rips through the wolf's body, but
Speaker 1: the wolf remains unmoved. It stares Terry down. Terry fires again.
Speaker 1: This time the bullet visibly tears flesh and fur from
Speaker 1: the creature's chest, but without as much as a whimper.
Speaker 1: The wolf eyes the calf one last time before finally
Speaker 1: turning away and heading off back in the direction from
Speaker 1: which it had come. Attison, in a state of disbelief,
Speaker 1: wanders towards the piece of flesh torn off by the bullet.
Speaker 1: When he bends down to pick it up, he recoils
Speaker 1: in disgust. The meat is putrid and riddled with the
Speaker 1: stench of decay. Terry will later attempt to track the
Speaker 1: wolf down and kill it once and for all. He
Speaker 1: follows its clear set of footprints for over a mile
Speaker 1: into the bush before they inexplicably disappear from the land.
Speaker 1: And all that was just day one. You've been listening
Speaker 1: to Unexplained, Season seven, Episode ten, Into the bad Lands,
Speaker 1: Part one of three. Part two will be released next Friday,
Speaker 1: November seventeenth. This episode was written by Richard McLain Smith.
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