Copyright of the story belongs to me: Morgan Montgomery
Dean and Sam however, belong to: Supernatural writers/the show.
Any extra characters are made up by me: Morgan Montgomery
This story has a rating of: NC-18+ :evil

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Death's Small Whisper

When you're a kid you don't think anything bad will ever happen. You think that you're parents are super heros who can scare away the monsters under the bed and kiss away the pain from a scratch or a bruise. Your time is occupied by you playing around and being a kid. You think you know everything there is to know about the world, but the truth is, that you don't know anything at all and that your parents are just as weak as you...

*****

"So, while I was in the library I met this woman, Mae Pawner, who told me a little bit about the Amber House. She said that the past six owners have all moved out within three months. No one stays any longer. No one really knows why the people just up and leave, but this woman had a friend who lived there and she said that her friend claimed that there was something in it. Now, Mae wouldn't tell me exactly what her friend told her, but I'm guessing that her friend met the spirits everyone has been talking about."

Dean sighed heavily as his brother filled him in on all the information about the hunt they were now on. He already knew that the Amber House was haunted. They had enough proof of that. What he wanted to know was if the spirits they were after were harming people, if they were violent. He needed to know how he could get rid of them. "Thanks for the update Sherlock, but did you happen to get any info on what the spirits looked like, any records on people who had died in the house, that kind of stuff or where you too busy thinkin' with that downstairs brain to go looking for that kind of stuff?"

Sam sat there for a moment, then took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Uh, no...actually I was too busy listening to her tell me...I..." He trailed off as he looked at Dean and he got the point. His brother was giving him that 'go now before I punch you' type look. "Alright, I'll go back in and see. Why don't you come in and help me look? Things will go alot faster."
"No thanks." Dean said, flashing his brother a smile. "Go have fun."
Sam sighed heavily and got out of the car and headed back inside the library.

A few people turned to look at him and he just gave them all a faint smile before going over to a lady that was sitting the information desk.
"Uh...hey, sorry to bother you again, but I was wondering if I could view the county records on the Amber house?" He said, giving her a faint smile.
The libririan looked up at him. "I thought you just came in here for that."
"...I got kinda sidetracked." Sam admited sheepishly.
"Alright hun, give me a minute."

A few minutes later Sam was sitting at a table. He scanned over the papers quickly, knowing Dean wasn't the type to sit in the car for long. He would probably come in and shout at him and get them thrown out of the place. It didn't take Sam too long, however, to find what he had been looking for.
"Alright, so, let's try this again. The first owners were called David and Martha Amber, they had two kids, Josiah and Rose. Get this," Sam pulled out a piece of paper and began reading first hand accounts. "David Amber's neighbor, Todd, reported that he heard noises. Things being thrown around and screams coming from the house. When the police arrived at the house the Amber family was in hysterics talking about how things had been flying off the shelves on their own. David Amber later denied that story and just told everyone that he had gotten upset at something one of the children had done and he was sorry for making such a fuss at the police. This happened three more times before the family became distant from others around them. They stopped going to parties, they stopped going to church. The only time anyone would see them was when they came into town to get food."

"...Alright, so far this just sounds like they were really mixed up...kinda in the 'daddy ate the baby' type way." Dean said, creasing his brow at the story.
"Just keep listening." Sam continued. "Finally, one night, the neighbor, Todd, heard screams coming from the house again. The screams were so horrible that he decided to just run over there and see what was going on. When he got inside the house he found Mrs. Amber holding the form of her daughter, Rose. In the offical police report Amber had been sleep walking and had fallen down the stairs. After her death the family packed up and left town. Since then people have tried living there, but they always move out-"
"Why? Why do they move out Sam? Gosh, get to the friggin' point already." Dean snapped, clearly irritated.

"Fine." Sam snapped back, then he sighed. "I was only able to find a few statements from people, but the family that lived in the house a few years back said that there was a diffenet pressence there in the house and that they had been violently attacked."
"...Like 'Poltergiest' type stuff?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded. "They left the house and even asked the city to burn it down, but the city instead put it back up for sale and it's been a repeated thing. people buying the house, living in it for a short time, then leaving."
"So...we're dealing with a bad ass poltergiest...this should be fun." Dean said as he cranked up the Impala. "Let's go check the house out." With that he stepped on the gas and they headed out of the library parking lot and onto the road.


It wasn't long before the Impala came to a stop on the side of a street corner near the Amber House. It was a large place with a wrap around porch, long, high windows, and a red door with a silver knob. The stairs leading up to the porch were stone and on either side of the house there was a large chimney. All around the house were rose bushes, pink roses, red roses, yellow roses it would have been nice if Dean's allergies were messing up with him.
He let out a thundering sneeze and groaned. "God, I hate nature." He muttered as he sniffed and stepped up onto the porch.
"They really liked their roses." Sam said, looking around at all the plants. He then turned to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Good thing he always brought his handy picklocking kit. He kneeled down and was beginning to unlock the door when suddenly-

"Can I help you?"
Dean swung around in surpise and let a smile creep onto his face as he faced a elderly man. "Uh, hey there," Dean said as he walked down from the porch. Behind him Sam was getting up, slyly hiding his pick locking kit behind his back. "My brother and I heard the house was for sale and we came by...we wanted to have a look around it..."
The old man eyed them over. "Bullshit."
Dean's eyes went wide. "uh, what?"
"Bullshit. I know ghost hunters when I see 'em. It's always the young ones. Always comin' out here to see if they can catch a glimpse at some damned ghost." The old man said, obviously not happy about them being there. "I'll tell you like I've told everyone else. There ain't no ghost in this house. It's got alot fo history and it'd old, but it ain't got not ghosts."

Dean gave a nervous smile and looked over at Sammy. 'Help me' his face said. And thankfully, Sam stepped in to save the day.
"I'm sorry if we bothered you, but we really are here to take a look at the house. See?" He pulled out a piece of paper with the 'for sale' notice on it. "I'm getting married in a few months and I was hoping to find a house for me and my wife to be." He said, giving the man a small smile. "My brother agreed to help me look for a place and we saw the flyer and decided to come take a look. We didn't mean to cause any trouble sir."

The man stared at Sam for a moment or two, then looked between the brothers and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh..."
Dean smiled triumphantly. "Yeah, so, if you wouldn't mind, we would really like to see the house. I promise not to whip out a camara and ask for something to give me a sign." He smirked.
The old man glared at him for a moment, then reached into his pants pocket and got out the keys to the house. "Follow me." He said, then led them back up onto the porch and unlocked the door. "It's a fixer upper, but it's a nice place...Good little starter house for newly weds." He said as he led them inside. It was dark and cool inside the house, the light shinned through the windows showing off the empty rooms to the sides of the door.

"Ummm, I'm gonna go have a look upstairs. Sammy, how about you and Mr..."
"Parker."
"Mr.Parker go chat about the house." Dean said. "I wanna see what the upstairs is like and such." With that being said he turned and headed up the stairs that was to the right of them.
Mr. Parker watched him go and muttered something under his breath.
"I'm sorry about him...." Sam said with a sigh. "He's being a jerk."
"Ha, I was going to say dumbass." Parker said with a smirk, then motioned for Sam to follow him. "Come with me, I'll show you the rest of the place."

[To be continued soon] :wave

Great start! Love to read more :wub:

[thanks for the comment. :cloud9 Here's some more.
WARNING - Spoilers!]

Continued....

My dad once told me that people get angry because they are scared. He said that they don't mean to snap at you or be rude or violent. They are just so scared that in that moment of fear, they loose control of themselves and do whatever they can they feel like they need to do in order to survive. He said that I didn't need to mix anger with evil though. I asked him how I would notice if someone was angry or evil and he said I would just know. He said a feeling would start from my gut and reach up into my heart and I would become aware of the situation. I suppose he meant all of that for a living person. I guess he figured we didn't have to mess with anger or evil when we die. He was wrong....

*****

While Sam chatted with Mr. Parker downstairs Dean made his way up the stairs to check out the rooms. He pulled out one of their handy devises - a EMF reader - and began checking to see if there was any ghostly activity in the house. He got small spikes here and there, nothing too big that screamed 'watch out!'. The floorboards creaked beneth him as he walked setting the mood to the already eerie feeling house. A chill ran up Dean's spine and he took a deep breath, ignoring it, pushing himself to go on. If there wasn't anything too horrible in this house then he certainly gave it props for being the scariest place on the street.
He could hear Sam's voice rising up from downstairs as his brother gave one of his perfect fake 'oh that's wonderful' laughs. Dean smirked, he had to hand it to the guy, he was good at the job.

Which was a good thing considering what was going to happen soon. Dean had a little under two months left now to live - till his deal was up. Sam was going to have to look out for himself soon, which scared the hell out of Dean. His brother was recklace lately. Always killing first and asking questions later. Always charging into things without thinking them through - in some ways Sam had turned into Dean himself. The roles had been switched and Dean was worried that once he was gone, Sam was gonna go off and do something completly and utterly stupid - kinda like he had done when Sam died.
Suddenly the EMF spiked high and Dean stopped by the doorway of one of the bedroom. He looked down at the EMF ditector and looked at the readings, then he turned and peered into the room.

There wasn't much to it. There was a small iron bed in the middle and a dresser over to the side against a wall. The room was colored powder blue, the sheets on the bed were a light pink and a doll sat on top of the covers, leaning up against some pillows. Dean slowly stepped into the room and watched as the EMF went crazy. Turning it off Dean let his eyes drift over the room.
"...Well, this much be Rose's room." Dean said to himself, glancing around. Over on the dresser was a picture of Rose and her brother Josiah, both wearing white outfits as they sat on a porch swing. Josiah looked unhappy, but Rose was smiling brightly. Dean couldn't help but give a half smile at the picture.

Suddenly, a giggle rang throughout the room. Dean stood alert and glanced around the room. No one was there. "Rose?" He called out quietly, not wanting Mr. parker downstairs to hear him.
The room dropped to a chilling temperature at that moment and Dean let out a slow, shaky breath, watching as it formed into a mist in front of him. There wasn't a poltergiest in the house, now Dean was certain of it. No, there was a powerful spirit there. He sighed a bit, why the hell did he and Sam have to always go after the angry spirits lately? Was this some kind of sign of his future? Was he gonna die and be come angry ass spirit out to get anyone and everyone?
"Go..." A small voice said all of a sudden. "Go now."
Dean shook out of his thoughts and left the room without having to be told again. Once he stepped out the door slammed shut in his face and he was left starring at it.

"What are you doin' slammin' doors up there?" Mr. parker suddenly shouted from downstairs.
Dean stared at the door for a moment longer, then turned and headed back to the stairs where he peered down at his brother and Mr. Parker. "Uh, sorry...I don't know my own strength." He said with a half smile.
Mr. Parker grumbled something, then sighed. "Are you boys done lookin'? I have a TV diner in the microwave and I'd like to get to it."
"Yeah, we're done," Sam started. "We'll see you-"
"We'll take the place." Dean said, shocking not only himself but his brother and Mr. Parker.
"You'll what?" Mr. Parker asked.
"We'll take it." Dean came down the stairs. "Well, we'll rent it. Try it out for a few days, then, if everything goes alright...Sammy will buy it."

"What?" Sam asked, eyes wide. "Uh Dean we don't-"
"Don't have time to find you another place. This one seems to be in good condition." Dean smacked Sam's arm hard, getting him to shut up. "So, what do you say Mr. Parker? Let us try it out for a spell and then go from there?"
"I don't know...I don't know you two and you could mess it up..."
"How about we give you five hundred for the week?" Dean said as he pulled out his wallet. "Five hundred, you let us stay and after the week is up, we'll leave."
"Dean..." Sam trailed off, there was no point in trying to talk him out of this. "...Sounds like a good idea."
Mr. Parker looked at them both, contemplating things, then shrugged. "Awe hell. I don't give a damn. Fine." He took the five hundred Dean was able to hand to him and shrugged. "Have fun boys. I'll see ya at the end of the week."

Dean smiled as he watched Mr. Parker walk off. "Oh, we will."
"...That was our food and gas money...not to mention money for hotel rooms..." Sam said quietly as they continued to watch Mr. Parker as the older man headed out the door. Once he was gone Sam turned to Dean. "What the hell was all of that about?"
"Look, I've got a feelin' about this place. Upstairs, in the little girl's room, there's a ton of activity - she even spoke to me."
"She what?"
"Yeah, she giggled and then it felt like something really dark was in the room and she told me to go-"
"Like in a mad kind of go?"

"No...like she was worried about me. She told me to go and then I walked out and the door slammed shut." Dean said. "There's something here other than that little girl's spirit."
"And so naturally you want us to spend the night in this place? Dean...you DO remember the last house we stayed in where it was haunted right?" Sam said, reminding his brother.
"Yeah, I know, but this is different, alright? In stead of dealing with one bad ass spirit we have-"
"A girl's spirit and one bad ass one?" Sam said, then he shook his head and sighed. "Fine. Whatever...I'm going outside to get our stuff and call Bobby. Maybe he can come here and help us out with this one." With that he headed out of the house, leaving Dean standing there alone at the bottom of the stairs.

Dean sighed, knowing what he was doing was taking a risk, but he didn't feel like they could have been in the house any other way without having to lie to the old man some more. The last thing he wanted was Mr. parker to be calling the cops on them.
"Who are you?"
Dean blinked and glanced around, then turned and looked up the stairs. A little girl, Rose, stood at the top, grasping her doll tightly to her, her red hair pulled back with a large white bow. Her eyes were filled with a type of sorrow Dean felt like no kid should have to feel.
"...My name is Dean. You're Rose?"
The girl nodded. "Dean, why are you in the house?"
He took a step up on the stairs, watching her closely. She flickered in and out here and there, but she didn't seem to notice. "I'm here to see what's scaring people away."

Rose frowned slightly. "...He's scaring them. He's always scaring them..."
"Who's scaring them?" Dean asked.
"Who are you talking to?" Sam's voice was suddenly behind him and Dean swung around to see Sam standing below him, duffle bags on his arms. "..Dean?"
Dean looked back up the stairs - Rose was gone. "Uh..."
"Was it Rose?" Sam asked, sounding confused. "Why would she be trying to talk to you?..."
Dean shrugged. "I don't know...But there's diffenetly someone else here. It's a 'him'."
"She tell you that?' Sam asked.
Dean nodded. "Yeah."
There was silence for a moment, then Sam sat the duffle bags down. "Let's get everything set up, then we'll figure out where to go from there."
"Yeah, sounds like a plan." He said. He glanced back up at the stairs one last time before heading off towards the living room with Sam to set up their gear.



To be continued....

Loved it. Please keep going! Cannot wait to fnd out what happens next.

[It's not as great as I wanted it to be. My head is all foggy so if this post sucks, forgive me]

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"I've been looking through the county records on the house. Trying to find out if anyone else ever died here, but so far all I've found is a article on Rose's death..." Sam sighed heavily, rubbing his face as he pushed away from the small table he was seated at with his laptop. "As far as I can tell, no one else ever died here."
"...She said there was someone else here. A 'him'. What kind of spirit latches onto a house that it never died in?" Dean asked, pacing the room. "Have you ever known a spirit to do that without having a damned good reason?"
Sam shook his head. "No really...but we both know that if a object that belonged to a certain type of spirit is brought somewhere and the spirit is attached to it, then that spirit goes wherever that object is and eventually haunts wherever that placeis."

"Yeah yeah...I just wish I knew who we are up against. I mean...in order to find out who this fugly bastard is we're gonna have to take a look at the entire house and everything in it to see if we can find something that looks out of place or suspisous..." Dean trailed off and sighed. "This hunt is looking bigger and bigger by the minute."
"Maybe if we get rid of Rose's spirit, then the other spirit will have no reason to be here? Maybe it's attached to her?" Sam offered as a thought.
"Man, I don't know. I thought we were here for a simple salt n' burn 'em not something like this." Dean ran his fingers through his hair.
Just then Sam's cell phone went off. It was Bobby.
"Hey Bobby," Sam said as he answered. He got up and left the room heading out into the hallway.

Dean walked over to Sam's laptop and looked at the webpage he had on there. It was a old newspaper article on Rose's death. It had her picture on it, a young, smiling girl who looked like she had the entire world wrapped around her finger. He felt sorry that she had died at such a young age. A kid should never have to leave this world early.
All-of-a-sudden there was a thud from upstairs. Dean glanced upwards, then made his way out of the living room and to the stairs. He walked pass Sam who was trying to get information from bobby, but from the sound of things Sam wasn't getting too much.
"Dean, what's wrong?" Sam asked, but Dean was already heading up the stairs. "Bobby, I've got to let you go." Sam hung up and stuffed his cellphone in his pocket as he raced up the stairs after his brother.

"Dean, what is it?" Sam asked as he came to a stop at one of the rooms. Dean was kneeled down, picking something up. "What is that?" He asked.
Dean's brow creased as his eyes studied the faded pink diary he had found on the floor of Rose's room. "It uh...it's a diary...probably Rose's."
"How do you know?" Sam asked.
"Well, for one, we're in Rose's bedroom." Dean got to his feet, still holding onto the diary. "And secondly..." He flipped open the diary. On the front page was Rose's name.
"Oh." Sam said. "Well...Bobby said he has nothing for us. His search came up empty too."
"...Well, we'll figure things out in the morning. Let's try to get some sleep." Dean said.

Sam gave a nod. "Yeah, okay." The tired tone in his voice said he was ready for sleep all together. He turned and headed back down the stairs. Dean, however, stayed in Rose's room, glancing around as he felt like someone was watching him. He shrugged it off, however, and sat down on Rose's bed, opening the diary, glancing over the pages until he came to a random entry.

'Dear Diary,
HE was here again in my room, watching me. I tried to tell mom about HIM, but she said it was just a bad nightmare and that if I dream of good things, I won't have anything to be afraid of. When you're a kid you don't think anything bad will ever happen. You think that you're parents are super heros who can scare away the monsters under the bed and kiss away the pain from a scratch or a bruise. Your time is occupied by you playing around and being a kid. You think you know everything there is to know about the world, but the truth is, that you don't know anything at all and that your parents are just as weak as you...I don't think my mom and dad understand any of this - so I will just keep it to myself from now on.
~Rose'

Dean took a deep breath as he closed the diary. "You were too smart for your own age kid..." He muttered quietly.
"Thank you."
Dean glanced up, across the room from him, leaning against the wall, was Rose. "...You're welcome."
"It's not nice to go through people's things...but I guess I'm not a person anymore, so...it's alright." Rose said with a faint smile.
"You know...you know you're dead?" Dean asked, brow creased.
She nodded. "I've known since it happened."
"Since your death?"
She nodded again. "Yes. He attacked me and then I saw myself on the floor with my mom holding me...that's when I knew."

"Why don't you leave? Why don't you move on?" Dean asked.
"Because 'he's' still here. As long as he is here, I'm going to stay here...to watch over people...to keep him from hurting them as well." Rose gave a small shrug. "It's not that bad really..I meet alot of nice people - though they are scared of me....except for you, you're not scared of me."
"I see alot of people like you. Some of them just aren't as nice as you are." Dean said with a faint smile. "Now, tell me more about the man-"
"You're going to die."
Dean stared at her. "What?"
"You're going to die soon...he's told me it's cause you were ...well he said a bad word, but he said you're going to die soon."
Dean took a deep breath. "Who is he? What is his name?"
"I...I don't..." Rose frowned and looked at Dean. "You have to go. Sam is in trouble."
Then, suddenly, there came a loud crash from downstairs and Sam cried out in pain. Dean shot up from the bed and rushed down the stairs - only to find Sam laying on the floor under a old glass cabinit.

To be continued....

Continued...

"I saw him Dean - the person you said was Rose was talking about. He's pissed as hell and he wants anyone who lives here to suffer."
"How do you know?"
"Cause he told me." Sam winced as he put a small towl filled with a few pieces of ice on his forehead. "He appeared, said this was his place and anyone who tried to take it from him would suffer until they left and then he came at me and threw me against the cabinit. The next thing I know, you're standing there over me, helping me to my feet."
Dean's brow creased. "Do you know who he might have been?"
"Dean, no one else has died here in this house. Rose has been the only person to ever die here. He wasn't even a previous owner of the house."

This wasn't making an sense. Usually spirits haunted a house because it had once been theirs. Spirits usually didn't haunt a house that they had never lived in - but this one seemed fixed on staying and driving people away.
"He was a older man, around dad's age..." Sam said, trailing off as he thought about it. "He looked so angry and the feeling of pure hatred just kinda filled the room whenever he showed up."
"Rose felt the same kind of thing when she was alive and he came around." Dean sighed.

"How do you know?" Sam asked.
Dean held up Rose's diary. "Been reading through this. She dealt alot with the guy before he finally attacked her and ended it all. She was brave and was always looking out for her parents, in the end though...well..."
There was silence for a moment or two, then the sound of someone knocking on the front door got their attention. Dean got up, motioning for Sam to stay where he was, and went and answered the door.

It was none other than Mr. Parker. "I heard something fall. You messin' things up in there?" Parker asked.
Dean had to hurry and figure out what to say to him. "Uh no, nothing fell - well, my brother, he fell. He took a nasty dive from the stairs. He's okay though. He's clumsy cause he's got the big feet, you know? Heh." He smiled faintly.
Parker eyed him closely, then grumbled. "Fine. I'm headin' off to bed. Thought you boys should know. Don't go messin' with things in there."
"Oh, we won't. Thanks for checkin in on us." Dean flashed his fake smile at Mr. Parker, then as the old man walked away he shut the door and sighed.

"He knows the man."
Dean looked up towards the stairs. Rose sat on the top step, looking down at him. "Mr. Parker does?"
Rose nodded. "Doesn't it all make sense now? Can't you see?"
Dean shook his head. "No...I can't....can't you tell me who 'he' is?"
Rose pursed her lips, then shook her head slowly. "No. I don't know his name. I just know that he knows Mr. Parker."
"That's not much help..." Dean said, trailing off.
"It's a start though, right?" Rose offered a small smile, then got to her feet. "Is Sam alright?"
"Yeah, he's fine. Just got thrown around a bit." Dean said, taking a step towards the stairs. "Thanks for letting me know he was hurt."
Rose shrugged. "That's what I'm here for."

"Dean..." Sam had suddenly shown up at Dean's side. "Is that Rose?"
Dean looked over at Sam, then back at Rose. "Yeah. Rose, meet Sammy. Sammy, this is Rose."
Rose came down a few stairs and smiled up at Sam's large form. "You're like a giant." She said with a small giggle.
Sam smiled and chuckled. "Yeahhhh, I guess to you I kinda do look like one."
"If I were you I would sleep in the living room tonight." Rose said to them both. "He doesn't like the living room."
"Why's that?" Sam asked.
Dean looked on, listening.
"Because he doesn't like it. He says it hurts him." She shrugged. "So sleep there."
Dean and Sam looked at each other for a moment, both thinking the same thing. Why does the living room hurt the other spirit? Was there something in there that hurt him?

"Thanks for letting us know." Dean said back to Rose - but she had already dissapeared. He sighed a bit, then gave Sam a pat on the shoulder and the two headed back to the living room. For the most part of the night Dean and Sam spent their time searching the room for any clues as to why the man spirit wouldn't want to go into the living room, but, they found nothing and soon they were both feeling tired and Dean decided that it was time for them to call it a night. Sam protested a bit, but, after about five minutes of sitting in one of the comfortable lounge chairs, Sam found himself drifting off to sleep.
Dean on the other hand sat off to the side by the window, reading Rose's diary in the lamp light just to the side of the chair.

'Dear Diary,
Death is a scary place to be in. No one sees you or hears you. No one can feel you as you try to touch their hand. It's a lonely place. My family moved out of the house a week ago, they left some of my things here. I hid my diary so that they wouldn't take it. It's the only thing I really care about anymore because it helps me get out my feelings and thoughts - even in death. It was so strange when I found out I could continue writing in it. I think it may be one of the things holding me back from 'moving on'. It is my only link back to the world I was forced to leave. It is my only companion. I guess that's it really - I'm scared of leaving everything I know behind and being alone forever with just my thoughts to get me through enternity.'

Dean closed the diary and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to picture death. His death wouldn't be like her's, however. He wouldn't be allowed to drift in between worlds. He would be sent straight to hell where he would forever burn in a lake of fire along side millions of others, all screaming and pleading for mercy. The thought made his stomach turn. If he could have it his way, he wouldn't die. He would stay alive and be with Sam. If he had to die, then he would rather have Rose's fate than have to face hell. Call him a coward if you want - but who in their right mind actualy wanted to go to hell?

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