A Sinful Viscount’s Mistletoe Affair (Preview)

Chapter One

Isabella kept her eyes fixed on the board in front of her. She could not allow anything to distract her, not the gentle twittering of the birds outside the library window nor the faint hubbub of noise from the kitchen down the corridor where the servants were preparing dinner. 

She looked at each piece in turn, weighing up the advantages and disadvantages of each possible move. She glanced again at her knight, positioned almost in the middle of the board, and smiled.

Her friend Daphne, seated opposite, caught her eye and cocked her head curiously. 

Isabella shook her head, the tiniest of movements, insufficient to make one of her golden-brown ringlets fall out of place. But she knew that Daphne would be able to interpret the movement perfectly. She would review all her options one more time before making a decision. Daphne would have to wait her turn, as always.

Finally, after another few more moments of thought, she reached out her hand and picked up the knight, enjoying the solid feeling of the piece in her hand. She moved it forward two squares and then one square to the right, then released the piece, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction.

Daphne let out a puff of air and stared down at the board, her pretty face creasing into a tiny frown. 

Isabella watched as her opponent tried to work out the ramifications of the move she had just made. Daphne was a strong player – not quite as strong as Isabella, maybe, but she usually put up a good fight nonetheless – and she was sure that Daphne would not miss the significance of her knight’s new position. 

Sure enough, Daphne sighed, and a few moments later, she moved her castle piece one square forward. 

Immediately, Isabella pounced. She swiftly moved her knight to the square where Daphne’s undefended bishop was positioned, took the piece, and placed it on the table next to the board.

Daphne looked up at Isabella and pouted, then stared at the board again, clearly trying to figure out how to recoup her position, which had, in fact, been quite strong before Isabella’s clever move. 

Isabella felt her thoughts beginning to wander as she waited for her friend to make her move. She looked up at her, and Daphne met her eye across the board, her brown eyes sparkling. 

Isabella could tell from the look on her friend’s face that she would not object to her focus being broken by a little conversation at this point in the game. They often chatted as they played, but they knew instinctively when the right moment came to break focus. And this was it.

“The Duke of Harbridge is coming to the soiree in a few days,” she said softly. “Your parents’ famous Christmas party?” Daphne asked. 

Isabella nodded. “Their grand party in the lead-up to Christmas is famous throughout the ton, as you know. But this year, they have gone one step further and invited everyone to stay. We shall have a house party leading right up to Christmas!”

Daphne’s eyes shone. “My mother mentioned something about it a week or so ago. It sounds like the best way I can imagine to spend Christmas!”

“I am so glad you will be here with us,” Isabella said. “I was not sure how I felt about the idea of a house party, but knowing that you will be here makes the whole thing seem much better.”

“And the Duke of Harbridge?” Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow.

Isabella swallowed. “I am not sure if he will stay for the whole house party …” she said slowly.

“But would you like him to?”

Isabella rolled her eyes. Her friend could always be trusted to cut to the crux of the matter. They had been close since they were children, but since they had made their debut into society two years ago, they had become even closer, having shared so many important experiences. “I honestly do not know what I think about the Duke of Harbridge,” she replied. “But I think my parents have hopes for an alliance between us.”

“An alliance?” Daphne scoffed. “That does not sound very romantic!”

“Indeed,” Isabella responded with a slow shake of the head. “I must confess that I had hoped for something more than simply an advantageous match. But it has been two years, and no one has proposed to me. Perhaps my hopes for something more were mere girlish fantasies?”

“No!” Daphne insisted. “I will not let you give up hope. You are only twenty years old, for goodness’ sake. There is plenty of time for you to find a match that suits your heart as well as your head.”

Isabella sighed. “I hope you are right. I would be so much happier, I am sure, with a husband I could truly love.”

“And he would have to be handsome, of course,” Daphne added, flashing her friend a grin.

“Daphne!” Isabella exclaimed. “You must not say such things!” She paused for a moment and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Imagine, though, what it would be like to marry a man who you really did … you know, think about in that way …” She giggled and put a hand over her mouth. Only in front of Daphne would she dare to say such things out loud; she knew that her friend would not judge her and that she saw things in much the same way herself. They both hoped to find love with handsome husbands rather than simply having to settle for sensible matches that their parents approved of. 

Isabella was glancing back at the chessboard between them, trying to figure out what move Daphne was likely to play next, when the library door flew open, and her parents entered. 

“Isabella!” Lady Evermere said, smiling broadly. “I thought we would find you in here.” She paused and looked at the chess set on the table between the two girls. “Oh, you have not finished your game. Are we disturbing you?”

Isabella looked rather regretfully at the pieces in front of her. She was certain that she was well-positioned now to win the game and that having her flow broken like this might jeopardise her chances of triumph. But she knew that her mother would want her and Daphne to join the gathering of guests rather than remain playing their game. “It is no matter,” she replied. “We can finish the game later, can’t we, Daphne?”

Daphne nodded. “Lady Evermere, Lord Evermere, it is a pleasure to see you,” she greeted Isabella’s parents politely.

Lord Evermere stepped forward and stared at the board. “Gosh, I don’t know how the pair of you manage to play such a complicated game,” he said. “I could never understand it. Better suited to more practical things, I suppose.”

Lady Evermere laughed. “Well, Isabella’s education was our top priority, was it not? And now we see the fruits of her tutors’ labour!”

Lord Evermere coughed. “Well, let’s see about that, shall we.” He turned away and poured himself a glass of brandy from the decanter on the sideboard. “I’m not sure that many young men will see chess playing as an important skill in a potential wife.”

Her father’s last comment had been muttered under his breath, but Isabella heard it, nonetheless. She knew that her parents expected her to make a good marriage, and that time was running out as far as they were concerned. No doubt they saw the upcoming house party as a perfect opportunity to enable her to spend as much time as possible with any potential suitors. One suitor in particular, she thought, with an inward groan.

Before she had time to think much more about it, though, more people arrived in the room.

Her sister Faith, with her husband closely following behind, entered the library. Faith swept Isabella into a warm hug, and Isabella felt a surge of joy at seeing her; since her marriage to Benedict, the Marquess of Millton, Isabella had not seen Faith as much as she would have liked. Even though several years had passed since the marriage had taken place, Isabella still missed having her sister at home as her constant companion. 

Now, the party was becoming quite jolly, and their final guests for dinner arrived: Lord Victor Harrow and his daughter Felicity, who was Isabella’s older cousin. 

Isabella rushed across the room to greet Felicity, but Felicity shrank back from her a little, her blue eyes cold, and barely returned her smile. 

“Felicity …” Isabella began, feeling that she should try to discover what was troubling her cousin. 

But before she could speak, Felicity pushed past her and approached the chess board. 

“This set is so fine,” she breathed, picking up one of the pieces and feeling its weight in her hand. 

Daphne looked at her, a little shocked. “Please,” she said quietly, her voice coming out almost as a yelp. “Make sure you put the piece back where you found it!”

“Oh goodness,” Felicity snapped. “How pleasant it must be for you and Lady Isabella to spend your days playing games and having nothing else to worry about than where your pieces go on the board!” She set the piece down deliberately, in the exact place where she had found it, all the while glaring at Isabella, then crossed the room and went to look out of the window. The light was fading now as the afternoon drew on, and the gardens of the Evermere estate looked very pleasant in the orange glow of sunset. 

“Shall we have some drinks before dinner?” Lady Evermere said, catching Isabella’s eye. “I know we ought to retire to the drawing room, but it is so cosy here, and we are just family for now.”

Isabella nodded and rang the bell. Clearly her mother had noticed Felicity’s rather distant and cold reception of her cousin and wanted to deflect attention away from it. Felicity was now chatting cheerfully with Benedict and Faith, and Isabella wondered why she had shown so little warmth to her earlier. 

Perhaps she was envious, Isabella pondered, taking a glass of champagne from the footman who had just entered the room with a tray loaded with drinks. She had to admit that her life here at the Evermere estate with her parents was charmed, and life had not been so easy for Felicity and her father, Lord Harrow. He had lost his wife just after Felicity’s birth and had to fight for every penny that he had. When she really thought about it, Isabella could see why Felicity might be jealous of her cousin’s good fortune in life. 

Isabella decided to switch her focus towards more pleasant things and made her way over to where Benedict and Faith were standing, with everyone gathered around them. 

“So where did you go in Switzerland, exactly?” Lord Harrow was asking, his eyes bright with interest.

Benedict smiled at Faith, squeezed her hand, and then turned to face everyone. “We travelled around the lakes for several weeks, and it was wonderful, wasn’t it, my love?” 

Faith’s face lit up. “The scenery was beyond my wildest dreams, I must say. One evening, we were sitting on the terrace at our hotel, looking out over the lake. The mountains were just visible on the other side of the water through the mist. And all at once, the heavens opened, and it began to pour with rain!” She laughed, her face opening out into the most beaming smile. “And then the thunder and lightning started. We went inside but kept the doors open, and we watched as the storm made its way across the lake. It was spectacular.”

Isabella let out a soft sigh. She could not imagine anything so romantic as watching a thunderstorm over a lake with the man she loved. And then being able to stay together for the whole night, not having to part at all … She shook her head, pushing the thoughts out of her mind. She should not allow herself to be thinking these thoughts, she knew very well, but as her mind returned again to the Duke of Harbridge, she felt a twinge of anxiety. She had met him once or twice before, and danced with him at a ball in the summer, but she had not had the chance to get to know him properly. She wondered if he was the kind of man with whom she would like to watch a storm. 

“I remember travelling in the Swiss alps, many years ago,” Lord Harrow said, his deep voice cutting through Isabella’s thoughts. “Perhaps not in the same level of luxury as you travel, Lady Millton, but I still appreciated the scenery. And I hear that the railways will be coming soon, which will open up the country even more.”

Benedict nodded. “It seems that the railways will be everywhere soon.”

“I know more about ships, of course,” Lord Harrow said. “But I would be interested to know more about these railways and what opportunities they might bring. I am always interested in finding out about new business ventures, as you know.”

Isabella flinched. She felt that Lord Harrow’s comments about business opportunities were rather jarring, given the intimate family nature of the gathering. But before she could think any more about it, she noticed Benedict glancing around the room a little nervously. 

“Does everyone have a glass of champagne?” he asked.

Lady Evermere looked at him a little strangely. “Why yes, Benedict, of course. Smith has done his duty very diligently, as always. Was there a particular reason for you to ask such a question?”

He cleared his throat. “Well, Faith and I have something to tell you all, and I thought that perhaps, after our announcement, we might want to drink a toast to celebrate.”

Lord Evermere looked up with interest. “A toast? To celebrate? What’s this all about, then?”

Benedict glanced quickly at Faith, who smiled and gave him a tiny nod.

“We are expecting our first child,” he announced with a wide grin. “I cannot tell you how happy we are, and I am sure you will join us in celebrating.”

He raised his glass, and everyone else in the room did the same, with congratulations ringing out from everyone’s mouths before they took sips of the cool, fizzy liquid.

Isabella felt a bubble of joy rising in her chest. Her sister had been married for a while now, and she knew Faith was desperate to become a mother. She crossed the room and embraced her sister again. 

“I am so happy for you!” Isabella said. “And what wonderful news for Christmas, too!” 

Faith looked at her and smiled. “Perhaps you will have your own good news to share soon, my dear.”

Isabella gave a weak smile. “I am not so sure about that,” she replied. But maybe her sister was right, and her parents’ festive house party was the perfect opportunity for her to find a husband she could love and respect and start a family of her own one day. 

She glanced around the cosy library, with the fire burning merrily in the grate, and thought how perfect it would be to find love at Christmas.

 

 Chapter Two

Sebastian let out a groan as Adrian moved his queen forward a square.

“Check,” Adrian murmured, a slightly smug smile on his face.

“You beast,” Sebastian said softly. “I did not see that coming.”

Adrian laughed. “I can see that, or else you would not have moved that pawn!”

Sebastian stared at the board, trying to find the best way out of this current predicament. He and Adrian were well-matched, and normally he did not mind losing to him, but today, he felt a strong urge to win. 

Opposite him, Adrian leaned back in his chair and looked at his stepbrother. “You seem a little distracted today, Sebastian, if you do not mind my saying so.”

Sebastian shook his head. “Not really. It is just the usual things, you know.”

Adrian raised an eyebrow. “The usual things?”

Sebastian nodded. “Tedious matters of business that I would like to resolve before Christmas. That sort of thing.”

“Well, you had better find some focus somewhere, my friend, or else I shall thrash you once again, and you’ll make me think you’re losing your touch.”

“Never!” Sebastian replied, then picked up his king and moved it one square to the left. Now it was safely hidden behind a row of pawns and he could use his next move to advance one of his other pieces and formulate his own plan of attack. The game was not over yet, not by a long way. 

They played on silently for a few minutes, and Sebastian thought he was just about to gain an advantage when his mother, Lady Lucinda Sterling, entered the library.

“Sebastian, Adrian, will you come through to the dining room? Dinner is ready now.”

“Yes, of course, Mother,” Sebastian said, getting to his feet. “There will be plenty of time for me to beat you after dinner, Adrian.”

Adrian chuckled. “That’s what you think. Let’s see how the game pans out. Perhaps you will drink too much brandy after dinner and lose your focus, and then I shall take advantage of your weakness!”

Sebastian smiled at his stepbrother’s jibing and thought, as he often did, how happy he was to have found such a good friend in his stepbrother. Their parents had married six years ago, and not only had he gained a stepfather in Lord Thomas Sterling, but his son Adrian had become as close as a true brother to Adrian. Their home in Bath was full of affection and companionship, and Sebastian knew that he was a lucky man, holding a title in his own right as Viscount Ashcroft and not having to worry about life’s material needs. 

They entered the dining room together and sat down at the table. Sebastian’s stepfather, Lord Thomas Sterling, was already present, and the four of them made a pleasant and intimate group together, enjoying a fine vegetable soup as their first course.

When the bowls had been cleared away and they were waiting for the next course to arrive, Lord Thomas laid his napkin down on the table and looked over at Sebastian.

“There is something I wish to discuss with you, Sebastian,” he said ominously.

“Indeed?” Sebastian replied, taking a sip of wine. “I am all ears, My Lord.”

“We have all been invited to a seasonal gathering at the Earl of Evermere’s estate. The house party starts in a few days’ time, with their famous Christmas soiree, and then will continue until Christmas itself.”

Sebastian frowned and looked around at their cosy dining room, with the fire burning in the grate and candles lit all around, casting a golden glow across the faces of the four gathered together. He was not sure that he liked the idea of spending Christmas away from home, and least of all with the Earl of Evermere and his family.

“I can tell what you are thinking,” Lord Thomas continued. “But we must see this invitation as a great honour. Or I do, at the very least. The Duke of Wexington has been working tirelessly on my behalf to build a connection with the Earl, and I think that it will do wonders to enhance our business ventures here in Bath. I think we should go, and I hope you will consent to join us.”

Sebastian frowned and put his napkin down on the table. “You know there are many reasons why that prospect is not an appealing one for me, Sir,” he said slowly. “I must think about it. You will forgive me if I take my leave from the table.”

He got to his feet, his chair grating against the floor with a screech. He turned to his mother as he prepared to leave the table. “I am sorry, Mother. I must go and think about this by myself for a while.”

She nodded a little sadly. “Of course, Sebastian. You must do what you need to do.”

Adrian nodded, too. Sebastian knew his family understood his conflict, and he felt grateful for their support. He left the room and strode along the corridor towards his own private parlour, then entered the room and closed the door behind him, glad to be by himself. 

He paced up and down the small room, lined with shelves and with a large mahogany desk in the corner festooned with papers and trinkets. 

The Earl of Evermere. Lord George Langley. The man who had collaborated with his father all those years ago, in the 1790s, on a shipping venture to the East Indies. Sebastian was only fourteen years old when the venture was being planned, and he did not understand every detail. But he knew that his father was excited about it and had placed a large amount of his own capital at risk in the hope of big returns. They hoped the venture would provide them access to many rare spices and textiles in the East Indies and open up great trading opportunities, bringing them large profits and further opportunities.

And yet, somehow it had all gone wrong. The ship was lost, seized by pirates somewhere in the remote ocean. All the money was gone, too, alongside the loss of the ship. But worse than that, Sebastian’s father, Julian Ashcroft, was implicated in the loss. An informant came forward and blamed him, accusing him of sabotage, and after a long and drawn-out trial, he was sent to prison. And there, he perished, having given up hope of ever clearing his name. Sebastian was just fifteen years old when he lost his father, and as if that in itself was not painful enough, the last year of Julian Ashcroft’s life had been spent in shame and disgrace.

And Sebastian had always suspected, in the back of his mind, that George Langley had something to do with it. He was convinced that his father had been betrayed; of course, he was innocent of the crimes he had been accused of, Sebastian had no doubt about that. But how was it that George Langley, his closest friend, had done nothing to exonerate him? How was it that the truth had never been uncovered? Someone had betrayed Julian Ashford, and the most obvious culprit was George Langley, the illustrious Earl of Evermere.

And now his stepfather, who he esteemed greatly, was asking him to spend Christmas with this man! Everything within him pushed back against the suggestion. He could not bear the thought of sitting around a festive table with that man, looking at the opulence and wealth that he was surrounded by and knowing that his father had suffered greatly and perhaps at his hands. He was not sure that he could do it, even if it were his stepfather’s most earnest wish.

He crossed the room to a display cabinet in the corner and looked inside. It was filled with treasures that he had collected on his travels. He knew that he was fortunate to have been able to undertake the Grand Tour, that traditional rite of passage for wealthy young men, and he remembered his excitement as he boarded the ship at Dover to cross the Channel to Calais. And onward, he had travelled, first by riverboat, then by coach, through northern France, and to Paris, then onto Geneva, then Rome. 

It was Rome that had captured his imagination and his heart, and he looked fondly at the bronze statue of Marcus Aurelius on horseback that he had brought home, a model of the famous sculpture situated at the Piazza del Campidoglio. He remembered the moment he had first seen the real thing, in all its breathtaking splendour. And then, in a moment, the famous quotation from that emperor popped into his mind – ‘the best revenge is to be unlike him that performed the injury’. He could not recall exactly when he had first become aware of this saying, but he felt, at that moment, that it had cut through his consciousness now for a reason. 

As he pondered this, there was a soft knock on the door, and his mother, Lucinda, entered the room tentatively.

“I am sorry to disturb you, my dear,” she said softly, “but I did not like to think of you alone in here and distressed.”

Sebastian shook his head. “I am not distressed, Mother, I promise you,” he replied, sitting in one of the leather chairs next to his desk and motioning to her to sit opposite him. “But I am rather confused about the best course of action to take, and I am sure you know why.”

“Sebastian, if you do not wish to join us at the house party at the Evermere estate, then I will not force you to come, I promise, and neither will your stepfather.”

Sebastian nodded. “I am grateful for that.”

“And I am sure you have plenty of friends who would be delighted to welcome you to join them for the festive season. I would prefer you not to be alone in this big house while we are away. But I must say to you this, Sebastian. This house party presents a great opportunity for your stepfather and Adrian. An introduction to the Duke of Wexington and a possible alliance with Lord Evermere could really boost our business interests here in Bath and could greatly increase Adrian’s inheritance and his future prospects.” She paused for a moment and looked at her son closely. “I know your suspicions of the earl, and I confess that at one point, I shared them. But I am convinced, now, that he played no part in what happened to your father. He would never have betrayed him; I am sure of that.”

Sebastian sighed. “Mother, how can you be so sure?”

She shrugged. “You were very young when all this happened. There are things that you did not understand. George was one of our closest friends.  He would never have done such a terrible thing. I am sure of it.”

Sebastian stood up and walked across the room to the window, looking out over the gardens. It was dark outside now, with only a shaft of moonlight illuminating the ornamental hedgerows and flowerbeds, now sparsely populated in the cold winter weather. 

“I do not know what to think, Mother, I must confess,” he said, looking up at the indigo night sky. If only there was a way to find out what really happened, and then he could lay his doubts to rest once and for all. 

Lucinda sighed. “I know you miss your father terribly, Sebastian, but wasting your energy thinking about what happened will not bring him back.”

“I know that, Mother,” Sebastian replied. But if only I could find out the truth, he thought. If only I could find out what really happened on that ship all those years ago.

He reached a decision and turned to face his mother. “I will come, Mother,” he said, with a finality almost surprising him. “I want to support Adrian. I know he is not so fortunate as me, having no title of his own and only a small fortune. If this alliance will help him make his way in the world, I want to be by his side. And who knows, perhaps there might be some young lady at the house party too who takes his fancy?”

Lucinda laughed. “And perhaps there might be one there who takes your fancy, too, Sebastian?” She paused and looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “You will be considered a very eligible bachelor, you know. You should prepare yourself. You will receive considerable attention from the young ladies present at the house party; I have no doubt about it.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I am far too young to think of marriage, Mother. There is the whole world to see before I will consent to settle down!”

“You need to be careful, Sebastian, that your reluctance to marry does not make people think you are a rake!”

Sebastian scoffed. “Mother, I am the last person in the world anyone could suspect of being a rake, no matter how desperate the ladies of the ton may be for gossip and scandal.”

“Well, I know that, my dear, but you must be cautious. And in any case, your father was younger than you are now when we were married,” Lucinda retorted. “And we saw plenty of the world together before …” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes misted over for a moment before she shook her head and returned to the present. “Anyway. I am glad that you have agreed to join us. I do think we will have a pleasant time together in the lead-up to Christmas. And what a pleasure to have someone else manage all the plans, too!”

Sebastian smiled, glad to make his mother happy by acquiescing to her wishes. “Give me a few moments, Mother,” he said quietly. “I will rejoin you in the dining room shortly.”

She nodded. “Of course, Sebastian.” She crossed the room, stood before him, and embraced him gently. “Your father would be proud of you, you know,” she said softly, her voice choking a little.

“I hope so,” Sebastian said but did not trust himself to say more. 

Lucinda left the room, leaving Sebastian alone again. He returned to his display case, and his eyes fell once again upon the statue of Marcus Aurelius, one of his most prized possessions.

“The best revenge is to be unlike him that performed the injury,” he whispered. As he thought through the events that would come over the next few days and weeks, he realized that the Christmas house party was the perfect opportunity to achieve two things. He would support his stepbrother in advancing his own business interests. What he had said to his mother was true; he had always been acutely aware of his own advantage in comparison to Adrian’s. He knew that if he absented himself from the house party when the rest of his family was in attendance, it would draw attention and curious comments, and that would only serve as a distraction to the connections that Adrian and Thomas were seeking to build. So, there was a clear reason why he should go. And it was his stepfather’s particular wish, too. Thomas had always treated his mother well and was glad his agreement to the festive plan would please him. 

But alongside that, he realized that this house party offered another opportunity. He had not spent any time with the Earl of Evermere before, never observed him at ease in his own home and amongst his friends and family. Perhaps this gathering would allow Sebastian to find out what had really happened all those years ago. George Langley might seem like the perfect gentleman on the outside, the perfect friend and business partner, but Sebastian was sure there was more to it than that. And perhaps this Christmas might be when he discovered the truth and uncovered the secrets of the past at long last. 

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Isabella, a fiery young lady drawn to historical artefacts and the intrigue of strategy games, finds herself on the brink of an arranged marriage she cannot accept. Yet, a chance encounter in the library with the mysterious gentleman sparks a connection that leaves her longing for more. As her family’s annual Christmas celebration unfolds amid the swirling dances and a chess game, Isabella’s heart longs for the forbidden gaze of the lord who ignited her desire. Still, secrets simmer beneath the festive veneer, after the arrival of an unexpected guest…

Will she defy her parents’ lofty expectations and chase her burning romance?

Sebastian harbouring a shadowed past, yearns to unravel the mystery shrouding his father’s incarceration. Driven by his thirst for truth and a vendetta that refuses to wane, he joins the Christmas soiree. Yet, when his path intertwines with Isabella’s sparks fly and passion drugs him over to the daughter of the man he believes he betrayed his father. Among the devious machinations of hidden agendas, long-buried secrets threaten to reawaken, but his desire for the forbidden lady grows stronger…

Will he unearth the dark truths surrounding his legacy by the side of the bewitching Isabella?

As Isabella and Sebastian embark on an enchanting journey through a winter wonderland, where desire and destiny intertwine, they slowly uncover their growing lust. With passion and intrigue awaiting, truth may be the ultimate prize as schemes and secrets threaten to tear them apart. Amidst the waltz of secrets and desires unfolds, questions emerge, and destinies intertwine. Will Sebastian and Isabella solve the past’s mysteries and follow their sizzling romance? Will their sinful liaison bare the schemes or it is destined to burst into its own flames?

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