Andrei always disliked closing his shop during business hours and it was with some discomfort that he locked the front door, pushing it shut while the sign “Apothecary and Vampire Wares” swung back and forth. He told the blacksmith next door, Cornel, who was pounding away at his metals, that he would be back in some fifteen or so minutes, if anyone came by. Then he walked over to the town hall.
Andrei entered the great double doors at the front of town hall. In front of him opened the meeting hall, which was now empty. It was a large room with rows of wood benches and an elevated stage in front. There were two private rooms off to the side that could be entered from here and Andrei knocked on the first of these doors. The door opened and the round, red-cheeked face of Beniamin, Andrei’s secretary peaked through. He wore a brown, ostentatiously curly wig and always had a pleasant smile. “Yes?” he asked inquisitively.
“If I could kindly insist, to Magistrate Lucian, that I be permitted to enter, I would be much obliged. I think I have a right to listen in on whatever negotiations you’re engaged in with these vampires, as a citizen of this village and an interested party.”
Beniamin opened the door a bit more and turned to reveal Lucian seated in the dark, looking at Andrei. Lucian spoke up in his well-measured tone: “This is only a preliminary meeting, Andrei. We will be sure and apprise you of the content of this meeting once we have finished. Be assured that you will be the first person I will speak to.”
“We have nothing to hide,” Asha then shouted out in her snake-like voice, “Bring in whomever you wish. They can listen so long as they don’t speak.”
Beniamin shrugged his shoulder cheerfully and said to Andrei, almost apologetically, “Could you please close the main doors there before you come in,” pointing to the double doors leading into town hall, “We have to be careful of the light.”
After closing the doors, Andrei stepped into the office. “Are you sure it’s safe in here? We’re not going to get infected?” Andrei asked. Both Lucian and Asha nodded, but Andrei, still shrank into a corner as far as possible away from the vampires.
The office that Lucian occupied had an elegant wood desk upon which Lucian would do his writing and behind him an entire bookshelf of finely bound books. In one corner a globe served as decoration, along with some oil paintings framed on the walls. But the whole room was immediately plunged into near blackness as soon as Beniamin closed the doors.
A single candle sat on Lucian’s desk and the faintest traces of light leaked underneath the door. There was a window, but the curtains were closed, such that only an outline of light also leaked in around the edges.
In the darkness the five vampires were allowed to reveal their faces. They pulled back their hoods, revealing their heads, which were entirely wrapped in a partly see-through piece of black cloth. After removing the cloth, five stunning, pale faces were revealed, two female and three male. All of the faces were young-looking, flawless, sharp and colorless. They weren’t beautiful in the way that Andrei normally thought, since they lacked the round, pink skin that Andrei would’ve preferred in a beautiful bride. But they were, all five of them, gorgeous—like a whiter, more angular version of a youthful belle in full bloom.
But when Andrei saw them expose their faces he recoiled instinctively and rose to leave the room. Asha understood what Andrei was afraid of, and said vehemently, “There is no risk of infection. If you want to listen, you will sit down.” Andrei felt naked without the mask he normally wore to protect him and uncomfortably swallowed as he thought he was picking up the faint whiff of Asha’s aroma.
Asha then turned to Lucian and continued, “We have come to discuss a truce between the vampires of our coven and the surrounding villages,” rehashing what had been said for Andrei’s sake.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Vampire Wares pt 5
As the sun fully rose, the farmers went out to the fields and tended their crops and livestock, Andrei opened his store for business, Vasile slept, and out of the woods five black-cloaked figures entered the village.
The five figures wore heavy black hooded cloaks that dragged along the ground. Their hands underneath were covered in leather gloves, and their heads were completely covered by black hoods that only afforded a small opening in the front. The moved in a V, like a flock of geese, with one figure in front and the two pairs flanking her and behind her on either side.
The five figures stopped on the main street near the town hall, and as the villagers saw them they gathered around, keeping their distance, in fear. Cornel, the blacksmith, stopped his unending hammering and walked out onto the main street wearing his leather apron and carrying a hammer in hand. Josif, the farmer, middle-aged and grey stood at the front with his staff in hand.
The leader of the cloaked figures, with a feminine voice announced to the villagers, “We have come to see Magistrate Lucian. Could you please take us to him,” but she did so in such a hissing voice that the femininity of the voice was eclipsed by this harsh tone.
There was nervous muttering in the crowd, but someone did go to fetch Lucian, who was seated in his office in the town hall. The crowd then waited in tense silence, looking at the hooded figures with suspicion and fear. Finally, Josif took the initiative, hurling himself at the lead figure with a staff raised. The farmer shouted as he tried to crack his staff upon the hooded figure's head. The figure stood in mute silence as he ran towards her, waiting until the last moment to move. She finally raised her hand and parried the staff. Josif stumbled as his staff ultimately struck the ground and the dark figure pushed him forcefully such that he landed a few feet away and rolled onto the dirt.
“We came here to talk!” the female figure boomed and the villagers recoiled further. Josif pulled himself up and dusted himself off, smarting more from the embarrassment than from any wound.
Lucian then stepped outside, a youngish-looking and dashing gentleman of high birth. Though he was well into his forties, he had the looks and vigor of a man half his age. He had a trim gray wig, with ponytail hanging behind, was clean-shaven and wore a fine jacket and breeches.
Lucian looked at the five figures standing motionlessly in front of the small crowd that had gathered and addressed the lead figure: “It’s Asha, isn’t it?” She nodded and he said, “Let’s get you inside then. Right this way.” As the five figures approached he shouted at the crowd, “Make way. They are here at my invitation.”
Andrei stepped out of his shop to see the five cloaked figures walking towards the crowd, which moved away on either side as they approached. Andrei was a wiry figure, dressed in a modest robe that covered over the shirt and loose breaches he wore underneath. His gray hair was cropped close against his skull and he wore a trim mustache and beard on his face. He had the look of modest, even stingy affluence, but also of relaxed comfort and ease.
Andrei watched the five vampires walking into the town hall with Lucian leading the way. He pondered the situation for a moment and then decided to close up shop and see if could horn in on whatever meeting Lucian was engaged in with those vampires.
The five figures wore heavy black hooded cloaks that dragged along the ground. Their hands underneath were covered in leather gloves, and their heads were completely covered by black hoods that only afforded a small opening in the front. The moved in a V, like a flock of geese, with one figure in front and the two pairs flanking her and behind her on either side.
The five figures stopped on the main street near the town hall, and as the villagers saw them they gathered around, keeping their distance, in fear. Cornel, the blacksmith, stopped his unending hammering and walked out onto the main street wearing his leather apron and carrying a hammer in hand. Josif, the farmer, middle-aged and grey stood at the front with his staff in hand.
The leader of the cloaked figures, with a feminine voice announced to the villagers, “We have come to see Magistrate Lucian. Could you please take us to him,” but she did so in such a hissing voice that the femininity of the voice was eclipsed by this harsh tone.
There was nervous muttering in the crowd, but someone did go to fetch Lucian, who was seated in his office in the town hall. The crowd then waited in tense silence, looking at the hooded figures with suspicion and fear. Finally, Josif took the initiative, hurling himself at the lead figure with a staff raised. The farmer shouted as he tried to crack his staff upon the hooded figure's head. The figure stood in mute silence as he ran towards her, waiting until the last moment to move. She finally raised her hand and parried the staff. Josif stumbled as his staff ultimately struck the ground and the dark figure pushed him forcefully such that he landed a few feet away and rolled onto the dirt.
“We came here to talk!” the female figure boomed and the villagers recoiled further. Josif pulled himself up and dusted himself off, smarting more from the embarrassment than from any wound.
Lucian then stepped outside, a youngish-looking and dashing gentleman of high birth. Though he was well into his forties, he had the looks and vigor of a man half his age. He had a trim gray wig, with ponytail hanging behind, was clean-shaven and wore a fine jacket and breeches.
Lucian looked at the five figures standing motionlessly in front of the small crowd that had gathered and addressed the lead figure: “It’s Asha, isn’t it?” She nodded and he said, “Let’s get you inside then. Right this way.” As the five figures approached he shouted at the crowd, “Make way. They are here at my invitation.”
Andrei stepped out of his shop to see the five cloaked figures walking towards the crowd, which moved away on either side as they approached. Andrei was a wiry figure, dressed in a modest robe that covered over the shirt and loose breaches he wore underneath. His gray hair was cropped close against his skull and he wore a trim mustache and beard on his face. He had the look of modest, even stingy affluence, but also of relaxed comfort and ease.
Andrei watched the five vampires walking into the town hall with Lucian leading the way. He pondered the situation for a moment and then decided to close up shop and see if could horn in on whatever meeting Lucian was engaged in with those vampires.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Vampire Wares pt 4
After a long tense wait during which no sign of breath or movement appeared, Vasile finally knew that the vampire was dead and could relax. He dropped the bow, put the arrow back in his quiver and opened his bag. He first pulled out his bird mask, which would cover his whole face. The mask had two glass eyes and a long nose wherein a vinegar sponge was placed, filling his nose with its pungent odor. The mask was meant to protect him from infection, but was something he wouldn’t wear while hunting, since it impeded his sight
He then pulled out two hooks and a rope. Approaching the vampire, he placed each of the two large, metal hooks under the shoulders of the vampire, with a rope strung between them. He then loaded the two spent crossbows, in case of attack, and dangled them from his shoulders, and putting the bag on his back. Finally, grabbing the rope that connected the hooks he began to drag the weighty vampire corpse over the ground behind him. Thus, began the long march through the night to Vallaya, pulling the massive weight, which felt like pulling a millstone through a bog.
When Vasile eventually arrived at the back of Andrei’s shop, the first signs of dusk were creeping over the horizon. Andrei woke from a sleep when he heard the sound of Vasile pounding on his door. Quickly throwing on a robe, Andrei leaped from his bed and dressed himself in his cloak, gloves, mask and hat. Once ready, he opened the back door of his shop to Vasile.
The back of Andrei’s shop was a large complex, including several rooms that Andrei used as his living quarters, and one large room that served as his workroom. When Vasile entered the back of Andrei’s shop, he stepped into this large workroom, occupied by a few large cauldrons, fires and bellows, huge working tables and shelves upon shelves of containers and jars.
As Vasile entered, Andrei placed a ramp, leading up and into the largest of the cauldrons, which was already filled with a slightly alcoholic solution. Vasile dragged the vampire up the ramp and dropped him into the cauldron. Andrei then began to light a fire under the cauldron. The corpse would be slowly heated at a low temperature for many hours until the vampire infection was thoroughly killed. Vasile also took off his cloak, his hat, his mask and his gloves and dumped them into a smaller pot, which Andrei would subsequently boil to clean off any possible infection.
After all this Vasile finally sat down to take a rest on a bench, rubbing his legs and moving around his arms and shoulders to try and drive away the soreness.
“It’s been quite a few days since you’ve had a catch,” Andrei commented as he was building and tending the fire beneath the cauldron.
“Yeah,” Vasile assented soberly, “I’m no longer able to take down the older vampires like I used to. I had one in my sights just two nights ago, but I could only get one arrow in him. They’re too swift and I’m just not as fast as I used to be.”
“Perhaps you need an apprentice,” Andrei suggested.
“Perhaps,” Vasile agreed in a deep, quiet voice, “Also, I don’t see as many vampires as I used to.”
“You think they’ve learned to avoid you?” Andrei asked, “Or maybe they’re moving elsewhere. You’ve never found the location of this coven.”
“No,” Vasile said, massaging his legs and rotating his shoulders, “I’m sure they dwell underground. And caves aren’t everywhere nor are they easy to make. They can’t just pick up and move. Besides, all of the nearby towns have reported declines in attacks. It must be more than a month since the last attack. Not even livestock are being attacked. No, I think their numbers are in decline.”
“Perhaps they’re just hiding underground,” Andrei suggested, “Spending more time in their caves.”
“They need to come out to eat,” Vasile shook his head, “There’s no food to be found underground.”
“Well, I hope you’re right. It’s good for the villagers,” Andrei commented, “Though not so good for us.”
He then pulled out two hooks and a rope. Approaching the vampire, he placed each of the two large, metal hooks under the shoulders of the vampire, with a rope strung between them. He then loaded the two spent crossbows, in case of attack, and dangled them from his shoulders, and putting the bag on his back. Finally, grabbing the rope that connected the hooks he began to drag the weighty vampire corpse over the ground behind him. Thus, began the long march through the night to Vallaya, pulling the massive weight, which felt like pulling a millstone through a bog.
When Vasile eventually arrived at the back of Andrei’s shop, the first signs of dusk were creeping over the horizon. Andrei woke from a sleep when he heard the sound of Vasile pounding on his door. Quickly throwing on a robe, Andrei leaped from his bed and dressed himself in his cloak, gloves, mask and hat. Once ready, he opened the back door of his shop to Vasile.
The back of Andrei’s shop was a large complex, including several rooms that Andrei used as his living quarters, and one large room that served as his workroom. When Vasile entered the back of Andrei’s shop, he stepped into this large workroom, occupied by a few large cauldrons, fires and bellows, huge working tables and shelves upon shelves of containers and jars.
As Vasile entered, Andrei placed a ramp, leading up and into the largest of the cauldrons, which was already filled with a slightly alcoholic solution. Vasile dragged the vampire up the ramp and dropped him into the cauldron. Andrei then began to light a fire under the cauldron. The corpse would be slowly heated at a low temperature for many hours until the vampire infection was thoroughly killed. Vasile also took off his cloak, his hat, his mask and his gloves and dumped them into a smaller pot, which Andrei would subsequently boil to clean off any possible infection.
After all this Vasile finally sat down to take a rest on a bench, rubbing his legs and moving around his arms and shoulders to try and drive away the soreness.
“It’s been quite a few days since you’ve had a catch,” Andrei commented as he was building and tending the fire beneath the cauldron.
“Yeah,” Vasile assented soberly, “I’m no longer able to take down the older vampires like I used to. I had one in my sights just two nights ago, but I could only get one arrow in him. They’re too swift and I’m just not as fast as I used to be.”
“Perhaps you need an apprentice,” Andrei suggested.
“Perhaps,” Vasile agreed in a deep, quiet voice, “Also, I don’t see as many vampires as I used to.”
“You think they’ve learned to avoid you?” Andrei asked, “Or maybe they’re moving elsewhere. You’ve never found the location of this coven.”
“No,” Vasile said, massaging his legs and rotating his shoulders, “I’m sure they dwell underground. And caves aren’t everywhere nor are they easy to make. They can’t just pick up and move. Besides, all of the nearby towns have reported declines in attacks. It must be more than a month since the last attack. Not even livestock are being attacked. No, I think their numbers are in decline.”
“Perhaps they’re just hiding underground,” Andrei suggested, “Spending more time in their caves.”
“They need to come out to eat,” Vasile shook his head, “There’s no food to be found underground.”
“Well, I hope you’re right. It’s good for the villagers,” Andrei commented, “Though not so good for us.”
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Vampire Wares pt 3
The tiny crossbow bolt struck flesh and the injured vampire stumbled when the bolt pierced through the upper thigh, just where Vasile had aimed. The next shot had to follow quickly in succession and hit just as true if he were to fell his prey. Vasile picking up the second crossbow, again took quick but careful aim and shot. Another hit, as aimed, in the leg and the vampire again stumbled, tumbling forward onto the leaf-covered turf. While the vampire pulled himself to his feet, Vasile grabbed the bow from over his shoulder, drawing his first arrow, putting it in place and aiming. Vasile wasn’t as skilled with the longbow, so he aimed for a body shot. This was the easiest of the first three shots, the vampire was only just raising himself from the ground, and his target area was larger, but he still had to take careful aim and fire his shot before the vampire had a chance to return to a full run. His arrow slid through the air and pierced through the vampire’s side, pushing through the torso and poking out through the back. With this last shot, the vampire toppled onto the ground and didn’t attempt to rise again.
Vasile waited a few moments to see if it would try to get up and then he dropped from the tree. He slowly approached the vampire with bow and arrow drawn. This was the most dangerous point, since the vampire was most likely only injured, and still capable of surviving if it could either escape or, more preferably, kill its predator. The vampire might still have the capacity to lunge at Vasile and attack, especially if it were one of the older, stronger vampires who might require as many as a dozen arrows to kill. Thus Vasile approached him cautiously.
The creature that he saw by the faint starlight was a pale dark-cloaked young male. He was fit and slim, clearly a younger vampire, flawless and healthy-looking. The vampire’s trembling, blood-stained hand was reaching out to pull one of the bolts from his thigh while he breathed in quick and shallow breaths.
Standing at a safe distance, both to reduce the risk of the vampire suddenly attacking him and to reduce the risk of infection, Vasile took careful aim, pointing his spearpoint at the vampire’s pale, taut neck. The Vampire heard Vasile’s almost soundless footsteps as he carefully stepped between the dry leaves, and he turned in terrified anger to look at the old man with arrow drawn and aimed. He began to push himself off the ground for one last desperate lunge, when Vasile launched his arrow through the neck, piercing the soft skin and poking through the back of the neck. The vampire collapsed and his breath quickly slowed and finally stopped, while Vasile still waited at a close distance with another arrow already drawn.
Vasile waited a few moments to see if it would try to get up and then he dropped from the tree. He slowly approached the vampire with bow and arrow drawn. This was the most dangerous point, since the vampire was most likely only injured, and still capable of surviving if it could either escape or, more preferably, kill its predator. The vampire might still have the capacity to lunge at Vasile and attack, especially if it were one of the older, stronger vampires who might require as many as a dozen arrows to kill. Thus Vasile approached him cautiously.
The creature that he saw by the faint starlight was a pale dark-cloaked young male. He was fit and slim, clearly a younger vampire, flawless and healthy-looking. The vampire’s trembling, blood-stained hand was reaching out to pull one of the bolts from his thigh while he breathed in quick and shallow breaths.
Standing at a safe distance, both to reduce the risk of the vampire suddenly attacking him and to reduce the risk of infection, Vasile took careful aim, pointing his spearpoint at the vampire’s pale, taut neck. The Vampire heard Vasile’s almost soundless footsteps as he carefully stepped between the dry leaves, and he turned in terrified anger to look at the old man with arrow drawn and aimed. He began to push himself off the ground for one last desperate lunge, when Vasile launched his arrow through the neck, piercing the soft skin and poking through the back of the neck. The vampire collapsed and his breath quickly slowed and finally stopped, while Vasile still waited at a close distance with another arrow already drawn.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Vampire Wares pt 2
For raw materials, Andrei depended upon an aged hunter named Vasile. Vasile worked at night, and on this night, like nearly every night, he spent most of his time waiting. He waited now on a branch many body-lengths off the ground on a tree near the very heart of the forest, in stretches of wood that were as far as one could get from any of the surrounding villages. The various villages in this region carved out little pockets of farmland within the otherwise unremitting forests. Vasile waited in one of the deepest parts of the forest, more than a league from Vallaya.
Not just any prey would do for him that night. The only desirable prey, the prey with by far the highest bounty and the one that concerned him, was the vampire prey.
Vasile had a thick, grey beard, that covered a face of tanned, rugged skin. He pinched wrinkles all around his eyes as he squinted into the dark trying to grasp any glimpse he could of movement. In his hands a crossbow stood ready, with another cocked and hanging at his side. A bow and a quiver of arrows were on his shoulder as a secondary weapon to follow the crossbows.
After a long wait of sitting in the frigid night cold, while his warm breath breathed wet vapor into the cold air, he finally saw movement in the distance. He was immediately spurred into an excited readiness, since it had been a few days since he’d seen any vampires. He would only have a few moments to identify, aim and fire, especially if it were a vampire, since they were skittish creatures that moved quickly and could be very dangerous when injured.
Squinting into the starlight-lit forest, he was able to identify the movement of two legs. Definitely not animal. They moved with such strength and agility, almost floating over the soft forest floor as they ran. Definitely not human. No human moved with such grace and speed.
Immediately, he took quick, but careful aim, and shot.
Not just any prey would do for him that night. The only desirable prey, the prey with by far the highest bounty and the one that concerned him, was the vampire prey.
Vasile had a thick, grey beard, that covered a face of tanned, rugged skin. He pinched wrinkles all around his eyes as he squinted into the dark trying to grasp any glimpse he could of movement. In his hands a crossbow stood ready, with another cocked and hanging at his side. A bow and a quiver of arrows were on his shoulder as a secondary weapon to follow the crossbows.
After a long wait of sitting in the frigid night cold, while his warm breath breathed wet vapor into the cold air, he finally saw movement in the distance. He was immediately spurred into an excited readiness, since it had been a few days since he’d seen any vampires. He would only have a few moments to identify, aim and fire, especially if it were a vampire, since they were skittish creatures that moved quickly and could be very dangerous when injured.
Squinting into the starlight-lit forest, he was able to identify the movement of two legs. Definitely not animal. They moved with such strength and agility, almost floating over the soft forest floor as they ran. Definitely not human. No human moved with such grace and speed.
Immediately, he took quick, but careful aim, and shot.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Vampire Wares pt 1
The most prominent and successful business in the village of Vallaya belonged to the apothecary, Andrei. The stone-walled store which he owned was prominently situated on the main street of Vallaya, across from the church, and next to the town hall and a few other storefronts. Behind the church, acres of forest had been cleared to create rolling planes of pasture that stretched into the distance. As for the rest of the forest that hadn’t been cleared, it spread around the city in all other directions, jutting up against the back of Andrei’s apothecary shop along with the other shops next to him. The only other breaks from the forest were a number of avenues branching off of the main street, leading out to the farms and to the various other houses, great and small of the citizens of Vallaya, and the main roads, which led to neighboring towns.
The main area of Andrei’s apothecary shop was a large windowless room split by a counter spread across the middle of the shop, separating Andrei and his wares from the customers. On the side of the customers, was a stone floor with a long rug covering it and a few comfortable seats where customers could wait while they were being served. On Andrei’s sides were his wares: organized in shelves upon shelves of small containers, such as ceramic bowls, wooden boxes and cloth bags. On the left side were shelves of traditional medicines, ointments and oils that he had shipped in mostly from distant sellers and that served the demands of the local population. But the real success of his business, was on the right side, on a series of shelves that were labeled atop with a carved wooden sign, which read “Vampire Wares.” As opposed to the other products, which were widely available, Andrei’s vampire wares were unique to him and to Vallaya. He had customers coming from all parts of the Romanian principalities, even into foreign kingdoms, such as the Habsburg and Ottoman empires, including great dignitaries and nobles he shipped to at substantial markup. Andrei’s “Apothecary and Vampire Wares” shop was renowned and by people living at distances of many weeks journey.
The bowls, bags and boxes of vampire wares were filled with powders, gels and dried foodstuffs, each of which served a specific purpose. For example, one set of boxes, filled with a dry white powder, were purported to promote strong bones and were quite popular with the aged and deformed who could appreciably feel the new strength and improved posture that the powder conferred. Their only wish: that they could have more.
On this point, Andrei was entirely in agreement, and would create more if he could, but for the difficulty of acquiring the raw materials.
The main area of Andrei’s apothecary shop was a large windowless room split by a counter spread across the middle of the shop, separating Andrei and his wares from the customers. On the side of the customers, was a stone floor with a long rug covering it and a few comfortable seats where customers could wait while they were being served. On Andrei’s sides were his wares: organized in shelves upon shelves of small containers, such as ceramic bowls, wooden boxes and cloth bags. On the left side were shelves of traditional medicines, ointments and oils that he had shipped in mostly from distant sellers and that served the demands of the local population. But the real success of his business, was on the right side, on a series of shelves that were labeled atop with a carved wooden sign, which read “Vampire Wares.” As opposed to the other products, which were widely available, Andrei’s vampire wares were unique to him and to Vallaya. He had customers coming from all parts of the Romanian principalities, even into foreign kingdoms, such as the Habsburg and Ottoman empires, including great dignitaries and nobles he shipped to at substantial markup. Andrei’s “Apothecary and Vampire Wares” shop was renowned and by people living at distances of many weeks journey.
The bowls, bags and boxes of vampire wares were filled with powders, gels and dried foodstuffs, each of which served a specific purpose. For example, one set of boxes, filled with a dry white powder, were purported to promote strong bones and were quite popular with the aged and deformed who could appreciably feel the new strength and improved posture that the powder conferred. Their only wish: that they could have more.
On this point, Andrei was entirely in agreement, and would create more if he could, but for the difficulty of acquiring the raw materials.
Vampire Wares pt 0
I'm going to attempt write a novel in small segments. As I write each short segment they will appear here, and I will attempt to maintain a steady and consistent supply of tidbits, culminating in a completed novel some 12 months or so from now. Let's see how it goes. I'll put all of the segments under the label "Vampire-Wares," so they should be available all together at this link.
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You can see what's been written so far collected here.
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