Grandmother Cartwright and the Vampire Curse (by BettyHT)

Summary: Some haunting family history comes back to create problems for the Cartwrights until the true nature of the evil can be dug up.  The theme fits the Halloween season, but this is not a spooky story.
Rating: T  Word Count: 5,217


Grandmother Cartwright and the Vampire Curse

Riding back to the Ponderosa from Virginia City, Hoss had a lot of thinking to do. For weeks now, a man in town, Giles Smith, had been spouting this story about how his grandmother was a vampire. It seems there had been a vampire scare back in Exeter a long time before he or his brothers were born, and in fact, it happened when his father and his uncle were still at home with their father. Many people were dying of consumption throughout New England with a death rate as high as twenty-five per cent in some areas even if it was much lower in others. There were towns too where there was no consumption. People searched for an explanation of why that was true. It was so rampant in towns like Exeter that it was clear to people that some force was causing it. The belief developed that the disease was being caused by vampires. Following the lead of towns all over New England that had faced the same threat, Exeter once again began looking for patterns that might identify who the vampire was. Or, they dreaded there might be more than one in their town. They had been through the witch hysteria and through an earlier vampire panic. Neither of those experiences were enough to get them to see reason.

Instead of looking for facts that might actually help, they looked with a skepticism on everything and were dubious of anything out of the ordinary. That’s when they noticed that everyone living near the Cartwrights seemed to be the most afflicted yet no one on the Cartwright farm was ill. Gladys Turnbull, the woman who most often had disputes with the Cartwrights, was on her deathbed. Suspicion centered on the Cartwrights. The young boys, John and Benjamin, were not suspected because of their age, but their parents were looked at with ill-disguised ill will whenever they were in town or in church.

Hoss had heard this part of the story many years ago as the reason the family moved. Somehow, Giles had gotten additional information and was only too happy to spread it in town mostly in the saloons to men well lubricated on alcohol. That and the continuing tragedy of the Bishop family who had lost Amy to violence and was now facing the death of the whole family as consumption took them one-by-one, had led to ugly gossip and nasty comments in town. What shook Hoss the most was that Todd McCarren reportedly was also sick with the disease. He guessed his family was going to take all this news pretty hard. Asking his father if Giles Smith’s newest story was accurate was going to be the most difficult though.

When Hoss got home, he tried to act nonchalant around his brothers and the hands, but he saw Adam give him a look that said he knew something was wrong. As soon as Joe headed to the house and the hands were a distance away, Adam sat on a bench and asked.

“Giles Smith and his stories, Adam, and those damn stories are worse than they ever was.”

“How could they be worse than saying our grandmother was a vampire who sickened her neighbors and others with consumption until a quarter of the town died?”

“It’s what he said was done to her after she was buried.”

“After she was buried? What did they do, dig her up?”

“That’s it. He said they did, Adam. That’s exactly what he said they did. He said they found her hair had grown and her nails too. He said that was the proof they needed. Said she didn’t decompose like other people did either and looked about the same as when they put her in the ground.”

“Hoss, she did die in late December. It was probably pretty cold.”

“Yeah, I get that, but what about the hair and nails?”

“What have the two of you got your heads together plotting now?”

Startled because they had not heard their father approach, both Hoss and Adam stammered trying to think of something to say. That let Ben know it was something serious. With Hoss just returned from town, it wasn’t so difficult to guess.

“Giles and his stories again? First people were blaming me for Luther’s illness because we had that dispute over land for so many years, and then this crazy Giles Smith comes in with his cockamamie story about vampires, and it’s all that anyone can talk about.”

“Pa, it’s not just the Bishops who are sick now. I ain’t told Adam yet, but Todd McCarren has took sick too.”

“What?” Adam was as shocked as Hoss expected him to be. “Consumption?”

“It’s what I heard. And the story is starting to grow that you’re the vampire. You were the one who was always protecting Pa against anyone who threatened the Ponderosa and then you and Todd had that falling out over Virginia first and then over the water rights. You were the one who shot and killed Virginia’s father. Talk is that with you wearing black and all, you must be the vampire.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Son, it is ridiculous, but you might want to avoid going to town for a while. You wouldn’t want some overzealous citizen to decide to rid the area of a vampire by killing you.” “Isn’t there some way we can prove to these people that we’re not vampires? What am I saying? It’s crazy. There are no such things as vampires making their neighbors die. No one should believe such craziness.”

“People are scared. Fear can make people do crazy things.”

“Crazy things like dig up a lady who died?”

“What?”

“Hoss was in town, and Giles is saying our grandmother was dug up, and that’s how they found out she was a vampire.”

“She was nothing of the sort. Yes, they dug her up. I think that’s what made my father such a bitter and angry man for the rest of his life. He moved us away from there after she died. The talk and the mood was too vicious for us to stay. When he went back thinking to get her body and rebury her at our new home, he found how they had desecrated her grave.”

“What did they do, Pa, besides dig her up. Hoss already told me that, but you’re implying that something far worse was done.”

“It’s almost to awful to say, but with that vile man spreading the story, soon too many will know. They dug her up, cut off her head, cut out her heart and burned it. They used the ashes from her heart to write a message on a board saying it was the ashes of a vampire’s heart and beware. They burned her body until all that was left was bones, and they shattered those and then arranged the pieces in a skull and crossbones design set in heavy mortar. That’s what my father found when he went to her grave.”

“Didn’t the authorities do anything to stop this?”

“Adam, they were often part of it. Your grandmother wasn’t the first to suffer that fate in Exeter, and probably won’t be the last. Years before her, another woman died in midwinter so it is not surprising that decay didn’t immediately set in. They didn’t even consider that possibility when declaring her a vampire too.”

“Yes, so often people see what they believe. They won’t let any facts interfere with their opinions.”

“That’s about it. Each time, they expected to see evidence of a vampire so that’s what they saw.”

“That’s a concern now though. If they expect to see evidence of one here, they’re going to see it, and no one, especially Adam, is going to be safe.”

“Why especially me? Because I wear black clothing?”

“No, mostly because of Todd being sick.”

“I don’t think any of us should go to town for a while. Maybe this panic will die down.”

“Pa, do you know how long it will take for anyone to know that there are no more cases of consumption?”

“I know, Adam, I know, but do you have a better idea?”

“I wish I did, but this kind of situation is so bizarre, it defies logic.” Looking at his father then, Adam wondered about something so he asked. “Pa, is this why you never told us about this part? It was so crazy and so awful you would have preferred we never knew?”

With a sigh, Ben nodded. He had hoped this story would have ended decades earlier. If not for Giles Smith they would have been too. It was so unlikely that tales like this would have crossed the continent intact that Ben wondered how it could have happened. Later at dinner, Adam put into words what Ben was thinking at the end of the conversation with his older sons.

“Do you think it possible that someone put Giles Smith up to this to try to create trouble for us? I mean we’ve had people concoct some rather intricate and underhanded plots against us.”

It didn’t take much to remember what a certain countess had tried as well as the wife of an old friend from Baltimore had attempted. There had been tycoons and others who had tried their hand at conspiring against the family to try to get possession of the Ponderosa. There had even been the fake bride plot to lure them to a strange town so Ben and perhaps his sons could be killed. It wasn’t too outlandish to think this was a plot too. The issue was that it was so strange and still difficult to see how it could help anyone take over the ranch. They had to wonder too how anyone had known the details of this family story and or how they had been able to get the details. They would have had to know where to look.

“I wouldn’t discount the possibility of a conspiracy against us, but I don’t see how it could work. Yes, if they could somehow get you and me out of the way, there’s still Hoss and Joe. The ranch would go to them if anything happened to us.”

Keeping his thoughts to himself, Adam didn’t say what he was thinking, but Hoss said it anyway and irritated Joe.

“Maybe they think it would be easier to take the ranch away from the two of us when you and Adam are out of the way. Maybe it is a plot against us.”

“Hey, we could run the ranch. Nobody is going to push us around.”

Hoss had to soften what he said, but the point was still made.

“Joe, I ain’t saying it would be easy, just easier. Two instead of four. You got to admit that would be easier, wouldn’t it?”

Even though Joe knew that wasn’t what Hoss had meant originally, he grudgingly accepted the amended statement. It gave all of them something to think about. After dinner, Adam said he was going up to his room because he was tired. After he was gone, Hoss turned to his father.

“You don’t think he’s getting it, do you? I heard him coughing in his room last night, and he’s asked Hop Sing for tea a couple of times today.”

“I hope not, but I heard the coughing too. He’s pale which is unusual for him. He seems to be staying out of the sun which tells me he’s probably running a fever too although probably not too high.”

Suddenly Joe was worried. “Consumption? You don’t think Adam could have it too, do you?”

“Joe, it’s very contagious. When you know there are people in the area who have it, you have to be worried.”

“Yeah, when he talked to me in the barn, he went to sit on a bench instead of walking up to me to talk like he usually would do.”

“Yeah, I noticed that too how Adam has been keeping his distance from us. Is that because he’s sick and he doesn’t want to make us sick? This is the third night in a row that he went to his room right after dinner.”

“Hoss and I have been thinking the same thing, and Adam must be worried too based on what he’s been doing. All we can do is wait.”

Of course worrying was also on the agenda as they heard Adam coughing that night again. In the morning, he skipped the breakfast table picking up tea to drink on the porch saying he was hot. It only reinforced what they had been thinking, but they all knew there was nothing to be done if it was consumption. They could hope it was a cold.

Some of the hands heard Adam coughing too. With what they had heard from Giles Smith in town, it made them talk a bit. Dusty and the old-time hands told them they were being ridiculous, but there were hands who said they weren’t about to work with Adam until the issue was settled. They didn’t have to do that though as Adam informed Dusty he was going to go work alone in the lower pasture for a few days mending some breaks in the fence line. It seemed to be the best solution for all as Adam didn’t have to do a lot of riding and could work at a pace that was tolerable for him and take breaks as needed. Ben cautioned his younger sons.

“Don’t give him a hard time if he doesn’t accomplish too much. I think he must be feeling quite a bit worse to have isolated himself this way.”

Joe assured him they wouldn’t but had another question.

“Should Hoss and I ride down there to check on him today?”

Both Hoss and Ben quickly assured Joe that would be the wrong thing to do. Adam never liked being coddled, and he hadn’t even admitted to them that he was feeling ill yet. He would when he thought he needed to sleep more, but until then, they would have to let him decide what was best. Only Hop Sing would have any say otherwise, and so far all he was doing was providing tea and light meals. That at least was slightly reassuring. If they had known what was going on in town over the next couple of days, they would not have been reassured at all. They would have been very worried and far more protective.

When Giles had started telling his stories weeks earlier, people in his audience assumed that the vampires in his stories didn’t die of the disease they inflicted on others. When he was questioned about that, he set them straight.

“Oh, no, they can’t protect themselves against disease. They can get it too. In fact, the only way to be sure you got the vampire is when they’re dead, and you dig ‘im up. They don’t decay away like regular folk, and their nails and hair keep growing. Then you know you got one. You really should try to cut out their heart and burn it by the light of a full moon. Some say the ashes of that heart burnt under a full moon can cure the sick. I don’t know about that, but you got to burn that body up and smash the bones. Of course, it’s too late by then. They got all those other people sick and dying by then.”

Of course people asked why vampires weren’t killed before they could make others sick with consumption.

“How can anyone be sure who a vampire is before you have the evidence?”

A few noted that there was going to be a full moon the next night or so, but of course there was no dead man to check for vampirism. However a few men began to talk thinking perhaps they had enough evidence against one man and might have a dead man in time for that full moon if they could come up with a plan. The question was how to kill him so they could get the rest of the evidence. He was smart, suspicious, and fast and accurate with a gun.

“Jasper, I may be good enough with a gun, but he’d kill me sure if I took him on.”

“Yeah, we got to think on this some.”

They had a few drinks and then decided maybe they had a few ideas.

“The hands from the Ponderosa said he’s already sick some. They said he’s been working alone the last couple of days. What if we took him, kept him somewhere with no food or water for a few days, and then took him out for a gun fight?”

“We’d have to have reason for the fight.”

“Yeah, well, Jasper, I worked for Todd McCarren and I liked him. That ought to be reason enough seeing as how sick Todd is.”

“I suppose that would do. Seems kind of a roundabout way of going at it though. Ain’t we got anything better?”

After a bit more thought, one of the men thought he had the solution.

“How about instead of holding him and making him weak, we give him some laudanum, and then drag him out into the street. Frankie, you can say you caught him in there in your house with your wife.”

“But he ain’t coming to town. The hands told us he’s working alone.”

“Then we go get him, bring him to town, hold him at your house until late, and then do it. That could work, right?”

“Yeah, I think that could work just fine except for one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“They said he’s sick too. I don’t want to catch it from him.”

“Hmm, well, we’ll throw a blanket over him and tie a rope around that. Bundle him up like a package. That should work, right?”

“How we gonna give him the laudanum then?”

“Hmm, I guess we’ll have to cut a hole in that blanket. It’ll be a little hole. Just enough to put the laudanum into him.”

In agreement that they had a plan, the three men drank more. Giles Smith had no idea how well his plan was working until the three men asked to speak with him. After laying out the details of the plan, they asked if he thought it would work. He made a couple of small suggestions such as using a funnel for the laudanum and gave his approval.

The following morning, Adam regretted even riding out to the pasture to work. He had taken a wagon because the thought of riding in a saddle was too onerous to consider. However, sitting on a hard wooden bench seat proved to be almost as uncomfortable and working in the hot sun made him sick to his stomach which added to the headache and body aches he already had. The cough was getting worse too, and he wished he had stayed in his bed that morning. There was only one solution, and he took it. He lay against the wagon wheel in the shade next to the wagon and fell asleep hoping to get enough energy to go back to the house which he never should have left. When he could, he would load the tools and material back in the wagon and drive home.

At least that was his plan. A blow to the head ended all that, and his next conscious thought was that he was being slowly smothered. Gradually, he realized he had a blanket wrapped around his head. As he became more aware, he knew it was wrapped all around him and that he was bound as well. Uncomfortably warm before, he was unbearably hot inside that blanket and groaned to show his discomfort. That earned him another blow that was thankfully blunted by the thick blanket. The next time he was aware of his surroundings, he was careful to remain still and silent listening as much as he could. From what he heard, their plot was as inane as it could be deadly.

When they moved to pour the laudanum into him, he decided that cooperation was his best bet. He let them pour the vile liquid into his mouth hoping that by working with them, he might be able to spit most of it out. He held it in his mouth until they thought they had done enough and then turned slightly and pushed as much as he could out of his mouth. Although he still got a dose, it was minimal. In his condition though, it was still a problem. It did seem to calm his coughing though. To the men there, it was evidence that it had worked.

“See, he got a good dose. He’s quiet now. He’s gonna be groggy when we pull him up later and push him out into the street.”

“Let’s pull his boots and trousers off now. You can let him keep his long johns on.”

As they worked, they realized something they had not expected.

“Jasper, he ain’t wearing no long johns.”

“Well, damn, I suppose if he was in bed in here, he wouldn’t have any on. We’ll get his shirt open later and then strap a gun on him. When we get him to the street, being naked could help keep him from paying attention to what’s going on too.”

“Don’t seem right to shoot a man who’s naked though.”

“Nobody’s shooting a man who’s naked. It’s a vampire who’s getting shot.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Could mean people watching won’t be so interested in how he got to the fight too.”

“Yeah, the more commotion, the better for us.”

At the ranch, Hop Sing had a small lunch for Adam and asked Ben to take it to him. Ben was well aware that request meant that the cook was worried. When he got to where Adam should have been, he found tools and materials but nothing else. Firing three shots in the air, he soon had hands and his younger sons there.

“Where’s Adam, Pa?”

“Joe, I don’t know. It’s why I got you all here. We need to look. Hop Sing is worried about him and sent me to check on him. These things here are all I found.”

Looking around, Hoss found tracks. “Pa, looks like three riders were here, and the wagon tracks head this way.”

“Pa, that looks like he’s heading to town.”

“Why would he do that?”

“He wouldn’t, and three riders had no business being out here. I’m worried this has something to do with all that talk in town.”

“Me and Hoss will follow and find out.”

“I’m going with you.”

It didn’t take long to find the wagon on a quiet street in town, but there was no sign of Adam. Checking with a few who were out and about gave them nothing. They went to Sheriff Roy Coffee for help, but he almost laughed.

“So Adam came to town, and you want help finding him? Why don’t you just go knock on any eligible lady’s door he’s been seeing lately and ask if she’s got company, or you could look in the back room of any saloon to see if there’s a friendly game of poker, or there’s always the billiards parlors.”

“Roy, you aren’t listening. Adam was sick. He wouldn’t have come to town.”

“You said he was out working.”

“You know Adam.”

“All right, I’ll get my deputies to ask around.”

About an hour later, they all met back in Roy’s office. Clem and the other deputies had found no sign of Adam either but had some ominous news.

“There’s some ugly talk of Adam being a vampire and needing to be killed. This talk by Giles Smith has people all riled up. The worst we heard was that some are saying it’s too bad Adam isn’t dead already because there’s a full moon tonight.”

Roy was impatient with his deputy. “Why is that important?”

The way Clem looked at Ben and his sons showed there was a reason he hadn’t said more. Roy told him to spit it out.

“We don’t have time to be sensitive like a bunch of women in town.”

“Giles has told them that the heart of a vampire burned under a full moon can cure consumption. They want to give that to Todd McCarren.”

“All right, grab scatterguns. We need to spread out over the town and find him. Go out there and start knocking on doors.”

Throwing three badges on his desk, Roy simply pointed at them and the shotguns he had as he stared at the three Cartwrights.

“You’ve been sworn in often enough. Let’s go find your boy.”

As it neared dusk, a commotion drew men to that quiet street where the Cartwrights had found their wagon. It drew them back there too as well as Roy and his deputies. They saw an astonishing sight. Two men were in the street thirty paces apart apparently ready for a gunfight. One was Frankie Painter. The other was Adam Cartwright, but Adam wore only an open shirt, his hat, and a gunbelt. Frankie was angry yelling that Adam had been with his wife. Adam said nothing but was noticeably swaying where he stood. Then Frankie said draw, drew, and fired. With smoke in the air, Adam had toppled to the ground. Ben and his sons raced to his side terrified to see what wound he had received. When they got there, there was no blood and no wound.

“Adam, you’re not shot?”

“No, when I was going to draw my pistol, I fell. I’m really dizzy, Pa. They gave me some laudanum, and I wasn’t feeling so good before that.”

Then he coughed. The murmurs in the crowd were that Adam had consumption. Doctor Paul Martin pushed his way through the onlookers to kneel by Adam’s side. He checked him over, and then told Ben he should take him home.

“Is it consumption, Paul.”

“No, but it’s bad, Ben. He has the flu. I wish he hadn’t come to town. Now all the people he has been in contact with may get it.”

Giles Smith was there to take advantage of the situation. “He is a vampire. He came to town to make us all sick.”

Ben stood and advanced on the man. “No, he was brought to town because of your sick and crazy talk. They were going to kill him to cut out his heart, burn it, and give it to Todd McCarren to cure his consumption. This is all on you.”

Doctor Martin wasn’t done yet.

“Todd McCarren doesn’t have consumption. He’s got the flu too and so does Virginia. I had hoped it could be contained on their ranch, but now that I know Adam has it, it’s already spread. Whoever brought him to town has probably started an epidemic.”

Hoss had found a blanket for Adam to cover himself. He pulled the blanket around himself and stood there leaning on Hoss as he named those who had kidnapped him.

“It was Frankie, Jasper, and Dirk. I got hit on the head, had a blanket thrown over my head, and was forced to take laudanum.”

Roy put the three men under arrest. They told Roy they had checked their plan with Giles who had approved it after giving them some advice on how to do it. Roy arrested him.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Conspiracy is the same as doing what they did. I don’t know what your big plan was, but it’s over now.”

The crowd dispersed with Roy and Doctor Martin ordering everyone to quarantine for three days until they could see how many people were infected. It was a quiet town. More than a week later, Roy rode out to the Ponderosa to talk to the Cartwrights. Adam was sitting with a light blanket around his shoulders and drinking a cup of what appeared to be tea, but otherwise looked healthy.

“Everyone here avoided the flu except Adam?”

“We had a couple of hands who got sick, but we had them put into the old bunkhouse and away from the others. The rest of us stayed healthy. Adam isolating himself from the rest of us apparently was the best idea.”

“Giles Smith stayed healthy too and gave a full confession in order to get a lighter sentence from the judge. You ain’t likely gonna like hearing what he had to say. He wanted Adam accused of being a vampire and likely killed because of it. Next up, Hoss’ mother was gonna be accused of being a volva.”

“What’s that?”

“Hoss, apparently it’s some kind of Norse witch.”

Just that got Hoss’ temperature rising.

“I can see how upset you are. It’s what he was figuring would happen. You’d get into fights and such, and either get killed or kill somebody and hang. Then there would only be Joe.”

“I’m not a vampire and my mother wasn’t a witch.”

“No, the story was going to be that she was a voodoo queen and so was Julia Bulette. We all know about your temper. You were going to be in that gunfight, and no one was going to be able to save you.”

“Roy, what could Giles Smith possibly gain from having my sons die?”

“Nothing directly. He was doing it for money and a hefty bonus if he was successful.”

“For whom?”

“Ben, who inherits this ranch if your sons are no longer here, and who knew some of those details about your family in order to get this whole story started?”

There were a few expletives from Adam and then the conclusion from Ben for anyone who hadn’t guessed.

“Damn him, damn his cheating back-stabbing soul, and damn his whining two-timing wife. I should never have helped that nephew of mine, and when Will showed his true nature as did Laura, I should have washed my hands of the both of them.”

“Are you going to file charges against them?”

“If they dare set foot in this state again, I will.”

Knowing he had to leave the family in a better frame of mind, Roy had more information and a question for Adam.

“The good news is that there is no epidemic. Paul thinks the warm weather and the quarantine order helped. We got a few cases including the three who kidnapped Adam. They suffered quite a bit, but most folks stayed healthy. The McCarren family is on the mend too. Now, Adam, it’s good to see you sitting there looking a lot healthier than the last time I saw you.”

In a throaty, gravel voice, Adam thanked him.

“When are you coming to town again seeing as how you’re healthy once more. There have been a lot of ladies asking about you. You could say you’ve been the talk of the town, or at least the ladies young and old have found there are parts of you they seem to enjoy discussing.”

Roy walked from the house to the nearly uncontrollable laughter of Hoss and Joe and a few chuckles from Ben. He didn’t have to see the glower from Adam to know it was there.

 

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Author: BettyHT

I watched Bonanza when it first aired. In 2012, I discovered Bonanza fan fiction, and started writing stories as a fun hobby. I have hundreds of stories now. If I am unavailable, I give permission for any of my stories from other sites to be posted here on Brand. If anyone needs permission to post one or more of my stories on another site, AC1830 and/or Mo1427 are authorized to give permission in my absence.

12 thoughts on “Grandmother Cartwright and the Vampire Curse (by BettyHT)

  1. I love how you can find humour in the most difficult of situations. Roy’s comment at the end was classic 😂 It just goes to show though how malicious gossip can manifest itself and I wasn’t surprised to hear who was behind it! Kudos to you on your research too and for bringing this to our beloved Cartwright family – thanks ❤️

    1. Thank you so much. What amazed me so much was that this ‘panic’ in New England persisted for so long and even after scientific discoveries should have ended it. The parallels to today are remarkable and sad.

  2. What a twisted plot the villain concocted, and throwing common sense to the wind helped it along. It was definitely a close call for one Cartwright, and after Roy’s parting comments he might wish to take an extended trip for a time. I enjoyed this escapade very much. You are a master (mistress?) of mystery and twists.

    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting here too. Yes, not much common sense and a lot of fear, jealousy, and animosity combined to allow the villain’s plot to proceed as far as it did. As for Roy’s comment, it was also a fair warning of what a visit to town might be like.

  3. It’s amazing how rumors and old stories can follow you even across the country. This was a bad situation that the Cartwrights found themselves in that was compounded by people’s imaginations. They were lucky the result wasn’t worse.

    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting here too. Yes, those bad stories can follow someone especially if there is a villain or two who are helping it along, and as you say people willing to believe these rumors too.

  4. Betty, you surely must be the most prolific Bonanza fan fiction writer around! Thanks for so regularly sharing new stories with this community. This was a unique escapade, but fitting for this family who certainly have their encounters with the unusual.

    1. Thank you so much. I’ve been working on finding new ways to approach stories so I’m glad you thought this one fitting as it certainly was unusual. It is based on history though as there was a New England Vampire Panic in that era which gave me the details to us although the names were all fictional.

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