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guardmesherlock-rowan · 3 months

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January Prompt: 'Envelope' the final part

For @sherlockchallenge January's prompt: 'envelope'

Finally, the OCs I think would have been either fun in the game or ones I think would work in the Guard Me Sherlock Universe

Erik Leroux, 'Irene', JD Fletcher, my take on Jekyll/Hyde, and Aggie under the cut

Erik Leroux

“Hold still.” Erik sternly whispered as his cold hand brushed over MC’s cheek, moving a stray hair back into place. They thought his lip twitched in an almost smile before they met his golden eyes, his expression softened and then he stepped out of their way and counted quietly, “three… two… go.”

MC left on their cue and entered the stage with a well rehearsed huff. “You cannot tell me you seriously believe a word out of his mouth.” They growled at the woman on the stage with them.

She gasped, sinking into the couch as if it would swallow her whole. “You heard-?”

“I heard enough.” MC waved their hand dismissively. “He’s just a thief, he’ll use up what little money our mother left us, and then he’ll-” MC felt something softly land on their head, their hand reached up and plucked the small envelope out of their hair, “what in the world?” The actress yelped as she jumped back as paper fluttered to the ground around the two of them.

MC looked up into the rafters, but couldn’t see anything past the stage lights and the dozens of envelopes fluttering down.

“Stay calm, everyone!” The director jumped up, scrambling onto the set, but too late as MC opened the envelope and found a simple card with a red skull and a warning, ‘You heard my demands, this is your last warning.’

MC looked over to see the director, pale faced as he tried to sweep up all the cards into a pile. “Erik! Grab me a garbage bag, and you-” he looked at MC, “give me the card, it’s nothing, just a stupid prank.” He laughed nervously.

MC turned their attention back to the card and the handwriting they recognized from the notes they had been personally receiving as well.

Irene

MC had never seen the Moriarty estate this lively. The room echoed with the sounds of laughter, music, and gossip. But they had lost track of James at some point. Looking through the crowd they did see Jack and Sebastian at opposite ends of the room, but MC’s attention was drawn to a familiar woman that they’d been seeing a lot of. The so called Irene spoke with guests, and even at a distance MC could feel Irene’s gaze. For a moment MC froze, but just as they started moving towards Irene she was also on the move. MC tried to follow but quickly lost track of her. They looked around and only found her again just as she slipped out.

The sounds of the party were still prevalent in the hallway as MC tried to follow Irene. It had only been a week since the strange woman who had appeared and told MC she was the real Irene, like MC’s character from Midfall Murders. The person who seemed to be appearing everywhere MC was. Why was she in the Moriarty estate?

MC crept along the hallways, listening for anything to give Irene away. They sighed, believing they had lost her and thinking they might as well return to the party and continue looking for James. Just as they started to turn to head back they felt a puff of air on their neck, they yelped in surprise and spun around. Irene’s smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Jumpy, MC?” She purred her question.

“I think anyone would jump if someone snuck up on them, but… what are you doing out here?” MC took a step back as Irene moved closer.

“I would ask the same of you, but I believe we both know that you are more than welcomed here.” Irene reached out and gently smoothed MC’s hair back into place. “I can see why he is so enamored with you, and your portrayal of ‘Irene’ on the screen was well done. But you should be-”

“Oh dear, looks like we have found some lost kittens.” James chuckled as he rounded the corner, he smiled at MC but his gaze quickly went to Irene, “do you two lovelies need to be escorted back to the party? Or maybe, MC, did you miss me and come to find me?” He took their hand, and led them away from Irene, placing himself between them. “And you… ah, I do believe you lost this.” He pulled out an envelope from his pocket and held it to Irene.

She gave him a similar smile, “what gave you that idea?” Ignoring the envelope James held out her.

The two of them were still as they regarded each other, only moving when a few more guests slipped out into the hallway and made their way over to James. In that moment that MC had looked away, Irene had somehow slipped away. “Where did-?” MC stepped forward, but Jame’s arm slipped around them, holding them close.

“Seems your friend isn’t one for a party, pity, I would very much like to meet her. You should introduce us when you have a chance. Do you see her often?”

“Irene?” MC glanced at the envelope he tucked safely into his pocket. “I see her around.”

James gave her a wider grin, “you will have to let me know the next time you see her.”

JD Fletcher

“Thank you, MC.” JD smiled at them, setting the envelopes in front of them. She had called MC over to talk about her latest book, but when MC arrived JD was fighting with her printer, trying to get it to print labels for the envelopes in front of her.

“You could do evites instead.” MC laughed looking over the list of addresses.

JD shook her head, reaching for a pen. “There may come a day when my publisher will have me do that for my book launching parties, but right now I would rather keep it personal. Some of these people and I have been friends for a while. It would be weird if I didn’t send them an invitation they could hold.”

MC grabbed half of the addresses before taking a drink of their tea. “I suppose I should just be thankful that you aren’t having us stuff glitter in the envelopes too.”

“No…” she paused, smirking mischievously at MC, “but maybe next time.”

“Well, if I get one I’ll have to be careful where I open it.”

JD reached out and pressed her palm to MC’s knee, her eyebrows drawn in a serious expression, “of course you’ll get one. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” With a gentle pat she turned to her envelopes. “I would say last chance to back out of helping me with these, but I cannot keep you here.”

“I’m happy to help.” MC smiled, especially when they read the first address on their list, one they could skip since they could just bring the invitation home with them.

Hound

Charles Baskerville smirked at him, and Henry did his best to remain calm. He sat back in his chair, remaining composed. “Look, ‘Edward’,” Charles called him by his fake name, and leaned on the table, sliding an envelope across to him. Henry didn’t even need to open the envelope to know that the thickness was his cut of the winnings from the last fight. “If you want to see more of this you better get used to answering your phone and coming when you’re called.”

“And you need to remember our deal, I will fight for you when I want to.” Henry tapped his finger on the table. He knew that if he tapped just right the solid wood would give way under his fingernail and he could dig into it, and there wasn’t a small part of him that didn’t want to. Just so he could, and maybe he’d stab this damnable bastard with a sliver big enough-

“You’re anxious for another fix, aren’t ya?” Charles barked a laugh at him, causing Henry to still. “Well, that’s perfect! There’s another match tonight, and I think my ‘Hound’ would wipe the floor with the lot of them.”

“The answer is no.”

Henry was clear in his answer, but the way that Charles’s face twisted had him on the edge. “Why the fuck not?”

“I have tickets for a play tonight, and I’m not going anywhere else but that.” Henry dragged his nails along the table as he stood up, the scraping sensation gave him the headspace to breathe. His attention went to the envelope and quickly tucked it away.

“Sure Ed, sure… well… text me when you’re ready for a party tonight.” Charles was smirking again, looking at the table. Henry followed his gaze and saw the marks he left on the surface. He glanced at his fingers and saw little bits of blood where the splinters had fought against him. He felt cold as he sought any sensation of pain that should have accompanied the injuries he saw on himself. “See you later, Ed.” The man laughed.

Henry took a deep breath, closing his eyes and his fist. Trying to breathe, trying to shake the urge, trying to ignore the ghost of the taste of his special ‘elixir’ on the back of his tongue and the satisfaction of the cash in his pocket.

Aggie

She had barely answered the video call when the elated squeals caused her computer’s speakers to complain. Agatha laughed as she recoiled from the sound, shaking it off she turned her attention to the screen. “Sweetpea, please.”

Jane giggled out her apologies, “but look!” She held up a large stack of different misshaped envelopes. “Can you believe it? And these are just the ones Diana and I have opened today! There was a lot more yesterday.”

“And what are these?” She tried to get a better look at the envelopes, presumably more fan mail, but Jane hadn’t been one to boast about how much attention she received. Actually, she wasn’t sure if Jane realized how much fan mail she got.

“Okay, so apparently there was a letter writing campaign to try to get Midfall murders another season.”

“So they’ve been writing you?”

“They’ve been writing the studio, and the studio is asking for assistance in going through the letters.” Jane smiled as she opened another envelope.

Diana’s voice came through the speakers somewhere off camera. “And of course our Janey volunteered to help.”

“Well, you know Midfall Murders has an important place in my heart,” she huffed but there was still a smile on her face. “So, of course, I volunteered.”

“And? Is there a verdict on another season?”

“Well, they’re looking at the attention and talking about it, and while we might not get a script, we might get a movie.” Jane was nearly exploding with excitement.

“That sounds great, hun!” Agatha was grinning for her friend, imagining how much Jane would love to play Irene again. She almost missed the sound of her bedroom door opening and the soft knock as her brother Hunter peaked in.

“Hey, Ag?” His voice was soft, but something about it made her tense. She glanced at him with a frown.

“Hey, Hunter!” Jane called out.

“Oh! Hey, Ms. Marple.” The boy came closer, as he started to redden. “Didn’t realize you and Ag had a call today.”

“Yeah, everything okay?”

“Yep!” The boy grinned, leaning over Aggie as if she wasn’t there. She jabbed him in the side, making him grunt. But she was relatively gentle, she knew he was lying, but they would have to talk about it later.

“Well… just wanted you to know Aggie, if they do have us do a movie there is no way I’ll do it without you.” Jane moved closer to the camera, a determination in the way she nodded, agreeing with her own statement.

“That would be a lot of fun! And with a movie, they could get away with bigger more dangerous shots! You’ll have to tell me all the rumors later. But I need to get going.” Agatha sighed as she realized they had barely gotten to talk.

“You got it! I’ll text you everything later!”

With goodbyes out of the way, she turned to her brother, leaning back in her chair as she regarded him and the way his shoulders slumped without Jane there to pretend for. “Alright, who did what?”

#guard me sherlock #january prompt #sherlockchallenge #Erik Leroux #Phantom of the Opera #Irene #Aggie Christie #The Hound of the Baskervilles #JD Fletcher

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starkraivennemad · 2 years

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His eyes narrow slightly at the victim's rapid shallow breaths. Was it with anticipation? Or with fear? He’d take either. After all, there are several sharps within his reach: a dagger, a straight razor, and of course, a scalpel. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41401518

#august2022 #sherlockchallenge

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helloliriels · 3 months

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ENVELOPE, PLEASE ... !

Because I have this Sherlock in a Sheet ...😋and because you can't stop me giving it out to whomever for whatever I wanna!

... IT'S AWARD SEASON BABY!!!!

I had so many more awards to give out last year, and even more suggested that were brilliant!!! That after getting to EIGHTEEN awards gifted ... (did we really make 18??!!) (I swear to god it was 10?!) (wasn't it only 10???) Wellllp ... since we've started this madness ... we might as well continue?! Here for round two? The 2nd Annual Liriels Awards begins on March 10th.

It's time to get shouty about the things we love!! | HELLO AWARD SEASON 🏆 SHERLOCKED 2024 | Who would you nominate?

This shiny gold envelope prompt was made possible by @sherlockchallenge for the idea!!, and can I just say ... what perfectly excellent timing babes?!

@johnlocky @wizama @chinike @rhasima @totallysilvergirl @safedistancefrombeingsmart @fluffbyday-smutbynight @arwamachine @bertytravelsfar @momma2boys @sarahthecoat @7-percent @discordantwords @gregorovitchworld @topsyturvy-turtely @kitten-kin @bluebellofbakerstreet @whatnext2020 @carla-creates @lisbeth-kk @justanobsessedpan @kabubsmagga @glows-n-the-dark @keirgreeneyes @khorazir @kettykika78 @marta-bee @raina-at @holmosexualitea @loki-lock @impalaparkedat221b @blogstandbygo @weeesi @dinner--starving @bewitched-bullet @dragonnan @iamjustreading @jobooksncoffee @amyreadsandstresses @inatshej @meetinginsamarra @solarmama @221beloved @sakshisahu @sabsi221b @chriscalledmesweetie @copperplatebeech @calaisreno @a-victorian-girl

🏆Visit last year's award winners HERE to shower them with more love ... or to see what you missed!🏆

Heads up!: Nominations made by current award winners are slated to begin the roster this year (if we didnt get to them yet!! do not fear!) Most awards given are of my choosing. Suggestions for future awards welcome, anon allowed ... but more likely to be selected if I know where they are coming from! If it is only that you do not wish to be mentioned in the actual presentation of the award, please let me know. Happy to honour your wishes if/when the award is gifted.

ALSO: All awards do take time to make, with several hours in photoshop each, including researching comments to include and final GIF creation. Announcing early so I can prepare and accept any missed nominations or new works that should be considered since last round, but cannot guarantee that new nominations this round will make it into this award season! New award winners will still be allowed to nominate with a guarantee of award (at some point) to their chosen recipient. 💌 Thank you for understanding!!! xoxo - Liri

#i am sherlocked #join me!#the liriels awards #bbc sherlock #sherlock fandom #helloliriels #hello award season #hey if oscar can do it ...#I'm gonna have a wilde time #_large

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elennemigo · 6 months

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CHANGES in the titles from the BOOKS to their TV adaptations. (not a complete list.)

✦ GIFTOBER 2023 | Day 28/31: Change. "Books" for @sherlockchallenge

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smarthily · 27 days

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<...> Am I the current King of England?

For @sherlockchallenge March prompt GAME

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khorazir · 1 month

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Some more coloured pages from my Sherlock & London Graphic Novel. The project has been going on for several years and will probably take some more. More info here:

Because the story of the graphic novel is about John sending Sherlock on a treasure hunt through London on his birthday, it also fits with this month’s @sherlockchallenge : Game

#sherlock #sherlock fanart #drawing #ink #watercolour #graphic novel #sherlock graphic novel #london #camden #regents canal #sherlockchallenge

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ceruleanmindpalace · 9 months

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trigger warning: torture

Okay, so this is not what I wanted to post.

I painted this weeks ago, when the prompt 'tattoo' was originally posted by @sherlockchallenge.

My idea was that Sherlock gets a scar cover up tattoo on his back. I started to write a ficlet that goes together with the art in which Sherlock moves cautiously and John wants to know what is wrong and makes Sherlock show him his back, where he discovers a halfway finished tattoo that not just covers the scars up but simulanously integrates them graciously into the ink.

The thing is, I tried four different tattoo ideas on his back and none of them worked.

Also, I am in no state to do art at the moment, so here is the unfinished work.

Do not post my art on other sites/social media or use in any other way without my written permission.

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #benedict cumberbatch #whump #sherlock bbc #sherlock fanart #trigger warning torture

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lisbeth-kk · 5 months

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A calming effect

John is invalided home from Afghanistan. He's miserable with an inexplicable cold that's set in his bones and nothing he does can make it disappear. When his therapist suggests a podcast Mike Stamford has mentioned to her, and John reluctantly agrees to give it a try, things change. The velvety voice does things to John he isn't prepared for, and he's determined to meet the man behind the podcast. That proves to be easier said than done.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51848215/chapters/131089867#workskin

This fic is my contribution to this month's Sherlock challenge, where the prompt was cold It's also my homage to the amazing @podfixx who is my own lifesaver.

That we've discussed podfics at Tumblr the last couple of days, is purely coincidental, because this fic has been in the making for at least three weeks now. But the universe is rarely so lazy, as we all know...

@sherlockchallenge @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @phoenix27884 @a-victorian-girl @topsyturvy-turtely @safedistancefrombeingsmart @gregorovitchworld @peanitbear @helloliriels @raina-at

#sherlockchallenge #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #sherlock fanfic #bbc sherlock #ao3 fanfic #johnlock #cold #podcast #nightmares #poems and poetry

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rey-jake-therapist · 2 months

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Sherlock fic: The One That Got Away: chapter 3

Chapter 3: "Splitting Hairs" of my Sherlock fic The One That Got Away is up!

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Summary:

While Sherlock's investigation on the suicide case progresses and he acquires the conviction that it may have been assisted, John and Molly spend a lovely afternoon together at the park with Rosie. Too bad they're interrupted by a call from Greg Lestrade, who just made a very unsettling discovery in a hotel room booked by Ema Nymton, the mysterious woman who burglarized Harold Boltroy's house shortly before he died. Mrs Hudson offers John to rent the 221C Baker Street, so he and Rosie can live closer to Sherlock.

Excerpt, inspired by the February prompt 'FEAR' proposed by @sherlockchallenge :

Hearing only silence from his partner, Sherlock repeated John's name, only to be met with an echoing void—John's absence, a persistent reminder. For a time, Sherlock had tried living with Billy Wiggins, a promising young man he had found on the streets, but Billy had disappeared one day and never returned. Sherlock blamed himself for scaring him away, though he knew it was for the best considering that Billy’s interests were limited to drug taking; he had hoped to teach Billy everything he knew and turn him into a good detective, but it hadn't worked out. Now, Sherlock lived alone, and sometimes loneliness crept inside him like a cold wind. It left him feeling helpless against the voices inside his head that whispered for him to end it all. But every time those voices came, he stood up straight and refused to listen.

Someday, death would come for him, whether he wanted it or not. Like the man from Samarra, he had run away from it many times before. One day, however, it would catch up with him. There were people waiting for him behind Death's curtain, eagerly awaiting his explanation for why they suffered and died because of him. Despite knowing this, Sherlock was not afraid to die. He knew his career path would lead him to an early grave, but he didn't fear it.

The only thing that scared him was the thought that maybe the people who believed in an afterlife were right, and the ones who suffered and died because of him were really waiting for him behind Death's curtain, eager to hear his explanation for what happened to them. As Sherlock put on his coat in the lobby downstairs, a sad-looking face appeared before him, staring at him intently. Dazed for a moment, he closed his eyes and shook his head to send the vision back away to the darkest corners of his memory, where it belonged.

Just as he was going to call a cab, determined to visit the late Harold Boltroy's assistant alone, Sherlock's phone rang in his pocket. A light of joy flashed in his eyes as he saw the caller's name on the screen; it was Greg Lestrade, at last!

“Sherlock? I’ve got some news. Is John with you?”

Ships: Sherlock x OFC, John x Molly, Mycroft x OMC

TW for this chapter: brief thoughts of suicide are mentioned.

CW for this chapter: mentions of platonic Adlock and Sherlolly.

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guardmesherlock-rowan · 3 months

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January Prompt: Envelope p4.

For SherlockChallenge January's prompt

And now our other mystery solvers

Mycroft Holmes, Arthur Hastings, and Hercule Poirot under the cut

Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft searched their home until he found MC. They were making little notes in their latest script. After watching them for a moment he snuck up from behind and gently blew on their neck, smirking as they jumped slightly.

“Mycroft!” They scolded with the cutest pout on their face as they turned to face him.

“Yes, my dear?” He sat down next to them and held out an envelope. “If you have a moment I would love to share these with you.” Their expression quickly shifted to curiosity and moved closer to him.

Carefully he removed the papers from the envelope and grinned as he presented them to MC. Little childish doodles, and shaky words were written across the pages, but he didn’t have to wait long for their eyes to light up with recognition. “But how?”

Mycroft’s grin only grew as he watched them read over the barely legible writing of their younger self. “It’s really cute how you always wanted to be an actress.” He picked up a page of her writing about being in the school play and how much she loved it, complete with a doodle of her on stage, or presumably a stage. “I want to add these to your album so we can cherish this memory of your youth.”

“I still can’t believe you got these for me.”

He tenderly pushed their hair behind their ear and watched the soft expression on their face, warm as they relived those moments from years ago. He could let them believe he got those pages only for them, as long as he could keep this moment, their expression, to himself.

Arthur Hastings

Arthur handed MC her bag back, but he couldn’t help the way he stared at the boys who had stopped them on their walk. They were so excited to get her autograph. He didn’t blame them, but he was aware that they were on a little bit of a time crunch. The way she smiled at them, it warmed his heart to see her interacting with her fans, but it still ached.

MC slipped their hand in his as they continued down the street. “Sorry about that Arthur, let’s get-”

“MC!” Diana, her manager, called out to them. The tall woman was grinning ear to ear, the grin seemed to only increase when she saw Arthur next to her. “Oh this is the perfect timing, I’m so glad I was able to catch you! You would never believe this, but you know those offices the studio used to be out of a few years ago? Well, they were cleaning out the space for the new tenets and found a lot of old unanswered fan mail the show received! Including…” she held out the envelope, “tada!”

Arthur’s stomach twisted in recognition of the handwriting on the envelope, his handwriting.

MC seemed to realize it as well when she glanced up at him. She took the envelope from Diana, and turned it over, showing Arthur’s name and his old address from back then as the return recipient.

“It must be fate’s way of wanting to celebrate you two coming together by having this finally delivered to you! Open it,” Diana giggled and danced a little in place, “I cannot wait to hear what you wrote!”

Arthur quickly grabbed the envelope and held it behind his back, the heat on his cheeks warning him of how red he was turning. “Maybe this was better off left unread.”

MC looked up at him with those big eyes of theirs that had Arthur feeling like he wanted to share it with them. “If it means that much to you…” They said understandingly, but Arthur could hear the disappointment. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“I’ll read it to you later, when we’re alone.” He glanced at Diana to make sure she understood.

MC quickly grabbed onto his arm. “Then it’s a date.”

Hercule Poirot

“Is this all of them?” Hercule started to sort the envelopes that had tumbled out of MC’s bag, placing them into neat little piles.

“All the ones I’ve found.” They sat down across from Hercule watching him as he observed the front of the envelopes before adding them to a category.

“So run me through the facts again, you found these in the dressing room?”

“Yes, well, not exactly. I was changing but there was a rip in the jacket and the head of wardrobe said there should be a jacket from a different production that should work, so we went to go grab it, and in the storage, there was an envelope on the ground and I was surprised to see my name on it.”

“I see,” Hercule flipped on envelope over, observing the front and back, before carefully pulling out the RSVP from the envelope and studied it. “From there you found the bag with the rest of these little envelopes?”

“Yes.” They nodded, nervously looking at the envelopes.

“And these look like your handwriting but you didn’t write these?”

“Yes.” Their shoulders slumped a little.

Hercule looked up from the envelope, turning his attention to them. “Hastings!” He called out.

“Yes?” The tall man with dark hair called from his room.

“If you would, get the kettle going, please. I do believe MC and I could use some tea.” He looked over at them reassuringly. “Don’t fret, we will get to the bottom of these curious invitations.”

“But the party noted is for this weekend at my home.” They reached out for one of the envelopes and read over the RSVP, slightly shaking.

“Well, then may I suggest we look into what it takes to throw a party? Perhaps the person who set these invitations out will be in attendance.” He spoke confidently, bringing a smile to their face, while his gaze dropped to the envelope that had caught his attention earlier. The one with a newer stamp on it than the others.

#guard me sherlock #january prompt #Sherlockchallenge #Mycroft Holmes #Arthur Hastings #Hercule Poirot

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