"This pain could last for days or years...until the prince decides to marry you...or another," the seawitch’s words crashed onto the shore in front of me - my final warning.

The small, corked vial was made of sea glass. The witch had warned me about the red liquid inside. Not only did it move like lava, but this particular potion was crafted from witch’s own blood. Drinking it would cause me immediate, unrelenting, and irrevocable pain.

But he had kissed me back…

There was only one choice.

THWOOP! went the cork as it camouflaged itself in the nearby pool of shells that continuously rushed back and forth with the tide. As soon as the cork lifted, the red miasma hit me; it was a stench that could only be likened with that of despair. Before I had time to rethink my decision, the liquid was half way down my throat.

I thought that the pain would come from my fin separating, but it started when the blood-laced ichor touched the back of my tongue. It ripped through my stomach pushing outward on my muscles until they ached. With sharp and swift motions, the fluid had traveled through my entire bloodstream. I knew this because every nerve in my body was on fire. Just when I thought I could know no greater pain, the invisible knives cut me straight down the middle. I screamed a scream of curdled blood that would’ve woken every person in the castle behind me were it not for my exchange with the sea witch. For one potion of unfathomable fin-splitting pain, I was asked to surrender my voice. SHSSSS! I winced in pain, but the invisible knives kept going, starting with the feet. They were like paper cutouts being sculpted with the sharp sliver of an Exacto knife. The pain continued upwards until my body could no longer bare it. My eyes went from seeing red around the edges - to black - to nothing. The pain was too much.

* * *

I was halfway between awake and asleep when I felt the cold moisture on my face. It was wet and slimy like the kelp fields back home. It kept lifting and pushing back and forth across my cheeks. With a sense of urgency, my hands pushed against the sand for traction – it was low tide - the sand was dry and it spread under my fingertips as I sat up. My lower regions were still sore. I wasn’t ready to rush upon the blades that were my feet, but then I opened my eyes. The wet kelp sensation was on my face again, except it wasn’t kelp. Instead, it was a small furry creature sticking its tongue to my face. I yelled in silence once again and tried to stumble to my feet. I faltered and fell to my elbows and knees. The low tide had revealed some rocks on the shore. I elbowed my way to the nearest one and hid from the small, white-haired creature. This infuriated him so he howled and hollered. Little did I know, he would be the one to bring me my prince.

“Perseus, what is it?” the human voice asked.

It was a familiar voice. This was the voice of my beloved. This was the man I had gone through life-altering hell to find. Slowly, I pulled myself up over the rock. I was happy to see that he and his loyal creature were headed my way.

“Did you find another bird?” the prince asked the small, white quadruped.

As if in answer to the prince’s question, the small creature lead him straight to the rock where I held myself up – muscles spasming. For some odd reason, the prince was searching for something at the bottom of the rocks. Slowly, his eyes traveled up the rock until they met my gaze. I smiled. He smiled back. I was waiting for him to notice my lack of clothing and become completely embarrassed by my nakedness, I had heard that humans frowned upon the reveal of too much skin, but the prince did not. While I moved closer to the rock to hide a body I hadn’’t even had the opportunity to give a once-over, the prince remained calm and closed the gap between himself and the rock. In the morning light, the prince’s robust features stood out more than they did on the night I had saved him from drowning. Unlike me, Prince David had spent many days in the sun. His body was the color of hazelnuts. His smile was as white as the purest shells in the ocean. His hair was the color of the darkest night. His eyes echoing the mahogany brown of the ship he had forfeited to the ocean. However, it was his chiseled cheek bones and taut frame that made me understand why his body was so hard to pull through the waves a few nights prior. As I stood staring, my curiosity kept asking does he remember me?

“Hello,” he smiled.

I tried to say hello, but nothing came out. So, I briefly waved instead.

“I’m Prince David...," he continued.

Still nothing. This was going great! I could tell he was growing impatient. I smiled as I thought of a way to tell him that I already knew him in a slightly more personal manner. I was hoping he would remember me. However, I was no longer the mer-girl I had once been.

“My kingdom is a small one. If you lived here, I would’ve seen you at one of our many balls or festivals, so who are you? And where do you hail from?”

To this, I threw my hands up with an expression that said, “I don’t know.”

“Are you lost?” he asked.

I nodded my head in agreement. I was totally lost in this human world. 

“Oh my,” he noted, “you are shivering. Here…” he began to untie his purple cloak. Underneath his purple cloak was a white toga with a black and gold, square waved, filigree embroidered design. He put the cloak in my hands. It had the same embroidery on it as the toga. Struggling to put it on, I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

“Here let me help,” he offered walking around the rocks that separated us. Quickly, he threw the cloak over me, helped me get my arms through the arm holes, and tied the front of the cloak across my chest. His eyes never leaving mine. At that moment, I knew that I had sacrificed myself for the right man.

“Come with me, “he commanded as he carried my weight over his shoulder, “You’re weak. I am taking you to the palace for a meal and a change of clothes.” I nodded and smiled. Things were going well, or so I thought. 

* * *

They should’ve called it the Lavender Castle because everything was a shade of purple. Except, for the dress I was wearing. It was a long, thin, cerulean blue gown. It had belonged to the late queen. Luckily, she was around the same size as me the last time she had worn it. 

Prince David and I ate by the hearth. There were three long mahogany tables that made a U shape. That is, if a U had, had square edges. Dark violet valances ran through the middle of each table. The white creature, known to humans as dog, slept by the fire place. The prince also had a butler named Cicero. He stood to my left. Together, we listened to the prince talk. Every few minutes, Cicero would refill my water and ask if I needed anything. The majority of the night was spent shaking my head in agreement with all that Prince David said. For the most part, my silence seemed nothing more than a polite gesture or flirty shyness, but it wasn’t long before he figured it out.

“So, I have monopolized the conversation for too long," he said as he sipped his third glass of wine, “tell me about yourself.”

Without thinking, I began to talk in my silence: I am the youngest of six sisters and I am also royalty. I hail from Neptune’s Kingdom. This world of yours is new to me, but fascinating--

“You can’t speak, can you?” Prince David eventually interrupted.

Dropping my head to avoid his line of sight, I shook my head in defeat.

“That’s too bad," the prince sighed, "I was beginning to think you were the one that saved me from the tempest the other night. Your face looks so familiar. Yet, I guess you couldn’t be her. She had silver hair and eyes. You have brown hair and eyes. Also, she sang to me. She had the voice of an angel,” he pinned.

Minutes passed as he stared into space dreaming about this mystery woman – never realizing she was sitting right next to him. Then, the prince told me to stay there. He ran out of the room and came back with a feather and a jar of deep blue liquid. He dipped the feather into the dark fluid and scribbled on a piece of papyrus that lay on the table.

“If you can’t speak, maybe we can communicate this way,” he said, “do you know how to scribe?”

I nodded and wrote: I am, indeed, the mermaid who pulled you from the rough seas. My name is Katrielle.

(Insert mermaid runes/script here)

“What is this?” asked the prince.

I answered on the paper with: This is the alphabet of Neptune.

(Insert mermaid runes/script here)

“I guess there is really no way for us to communicate. Well, it is late. You can sleep here tonight, and we will figure out what to do with you in the morning. The fact that you’re dumb is a shame because you are really quite beautiful. Cicero will show you to your quarters,” Prince David motioned to his servant. I nodded looking upon the man I had held in my arms just nights ago. He stared down at the paper in disappointment, sighed, and shook his head. This was not the reaction I had anticipated. 

The stone floors and walls of the castle were a beige brown. I walked behind Cicero as he led me through the maze of hallways that would take me to one of many guest rooms. Every once-in-a-while I would catch Cicero looking back to exam my graceful walk. I smiled at him even though the invisible blades were causing very real damage to my feet. Before dinner, I had found that I was bleeding like I had hundreds of small paper cuts on my feet. 

The room was a moderate size - much like the rooms in my palace under the sea - only crowded by large stone ceilings. I sat on the edge of the over-sized bed and stared up at the ceiling - letting the overwhelming exhaustion sink in. My human body was so much weaker than my original form. Cicero still loitered in my room. He had opened the entrance to a small room, and was pulling something from a small shelf. 

"Your garments, Miss," Cicero gestured as he sat a pile of white linens next to my hand. He leaned in," You know, this was the late queens room. According to the older wait staff, these walls are rife with secrets...I’m sorry...I’ve said too much. But...after listening to the prince all night -- sorry, I keep forgetting he is now the king. Anyway, it is just nice to a get a word in...if you know what I mean."

I looked at Cicero enviously. He wasn’t an old butler. Maybe ten years older than me. As far as I could tell, he was a handsome specimen when it came to being human. But besides being human, I envied his voice. 

"Oh, I am so sorry -- I didn’t mean...," his words trailed off. 

I waved him off. With a gesture that said, "It’s nothing. Don’t worry about."

"Good night, Miss," Cicero said as he nervously shut the door to the late queen’s room.

 I dared not pull the moccasin shoes from my feet directly after returning to my room; the blood still needed time to congeal. Time passed quickly. It was the witching hour and I was probably the only one still awake. The white, silk undergarments were softer than the gown I had adorned earlier that evening. I held them to my face as I tried to think of a way to communicate with Prince David. I had to find a way to stay close to him. What to do? What to do? I scanned the room from the bed. There was no way I was getting my voice back, and no guarantee if I had it that I could even speak in Greek. It was amazing enough that I could understand the landwalkers at all. At least the witch had left me with the ability to comprehend. As I started to blow out the candles on the table next to my bed - all in an effort to give up - I saw a plume, ink, and papyrus like the ones that the prince had shown me at dinner earlier that evening. I started to scribble on the page. I wrote some sentences in Neptunian. Then, everything just became scribbles. I drew some pictures of the fish from my kingdom. Then, I drew some pictures of my sisters; I wanted so badly to tell them about my day. That’s when it came to me. I knew what I would for the next few hours before the sun dawn approached. I would stay awake creating a system of communication. The next day. I would show it to the prince.

* * *

About the time the sun’s rays came trickling over the Adriatic’s horizon and started peeking into my window, Cicero showed up at my door. He was ready to escort me to breakfast. I had barely put on a new one of the deceased queen’s robes before nearly flying down the stairs. The pain was almost better when I ran because it was less time standing on each blade. Before leaving my room, I had grabbed a pile of Papyrus that I had spent the night scribbling on. Upon reaching the breakfast table, I handed the prince my stack of Papyrus.

“What is this?” he asked scanning the pages of my make shift book.

It wasn’t anything special -just a picture book- of every detail that had lead me to the beach outside of his castle. Prince Jason made his way from page-to-page setting a the previously viewed pages on the breakfast table. 

"Please sit," the prince gestured, "We have plenty of food, so please help yourself to breakfast." 

The food was strange in comparison to the raw fish I was used to consuming, so I stuck with bread. It was my favorite food at the dinner table the night before, so I did not find it as suspect as the warm yellow, sticky mass that sat next to me. As the prince got further into my storybook, my smile spread from ear-to-ear. In hindsight, that was the moment when the poetic future I between myself and the prince started to be dismantled. To my dismay, Prince David began to laugh.

“You’re saying the woman who saved me was a mermaid?” he slapped his bulging hamstring at the thought.

I pointed to myself.

“ Oh, you’re the mermaid,” he started to laugh harder, “You’re too funny. We will have to keep you around after all. You can draw me stories and help me search for the actual woman who saved my life. It is only she that I want to marry. Cicero, set up the room next to mine. Also, put a pillow outside of my door for our lady to rest on until I need her. She is now my new page. Since she cannot tell us her name, I will call her Fin like a mermaid fin.”

I wanted to tell him that my name was Katrielle and that, that was no way to talk to the most powerful princess in the sea, but that was my new life. I was Prince David’s page. Part of me loved the idea of being so close to him, but the other part of me hated that he called me dumb because I couldn’t sing him a lullaby. That part of me also hated that I was a page. We had pages in my kingdom as well. They were young mer-boys. A page was a position that was always given to boys. Was I really that dumb and unattractive that he would give me the job of a small errand boy? Did he think of me like his child? Someone to fawn over and send on minuet errands. Regardless, I was there until he decided to marry...WHOMEVER he decided to marry. Maybe, somehow, I could make him fall in love with me. If I were sweet, kind, helpful, and brilliant – he would have to see the beauty in me. After all the ways I had changed for him, he would have no choice but to take me as his wife.

* * * 

My new room wasn’t as lavish as the late queen’s room, but it did have one thing the queen’s room didn’t have. There was a small flat object with a handle. When held to the face, it would show an image of the the person who held it. This was something we did not possess in my kingdom. To see yourself, you had to pay a hefty price. And only the most gifted witches could create an accurate reflection of the outside of a mermaid or merman. One day, a few weeks into my new job. Cicero caught me looking into the object. 

"It’s a mirror," he said stunned by my surprise, "Have you never seen one before?"

I shook my head truthfully. 

"It shows you what you look like...well, on the outside anyway," Cicero chuckled.

I held the mirror close to my face. I was taking in every part of it. I wasn’t half bad! I had long brown hair and a very symmetrical face with a long thin nose -  thick and wide eyes that matched my hair - and full, rose-tinted lips. When comparing myself to the other help, I vainly thought I am definitely the most beautiful. As if in reply to my thoughts, Cicero continued with his discourse. 

"It’s a good thing that it only matters what you look like on the inside, right?"he asked. Still seated in front of the mirror, I nodded absentmindedly. 

"Okay, time to get back to work before the cook finds us. That woman is not one to trifle with, " he commented as he moved the mirror next to the candles by my bed. 

*  *  *

A year passed quickly. With each day, I became closer to Prince David than the day before. As was normal with all pages, there was fawning and affection. For instance, every night before heading to bed, the prince would kiss me on the forehead. This was not something to read too much into. It was customary for royalty to kiss their page on the cheek or forehead before retiring for the evening. This let the page know that he (or in this case she) was no longer needed for the evening, and could retire as well. Not only did the kiss to the cheek or forehead become a common occurrence, but so did the story making. 

When the women from the prince’s harem did not suffice, he would call me into his room to make him a story. I would sit at the edge of his bed drawing pictures and handing them to him. Sometimes, the story would be sad and he would pretend like he had something in his eye. Sometimes, they would be joyous and comical. It was then that I felt him becoming mine. Yes, it was true that I could no longer hypnotize him with my siren’s song, but in that moment I had entranced him with my humanity – however temporary it was. His eyes were two gold embers always simmering when he was around me. His straight, pearly white smile a constant source of my happiness and sadness. When I wasn’t entertaining the prince or running errands, he had me looking for myself. This gave me more confidence. Not only was he spending most of his time with me, but the woman he wanted to marry was just a slightly different version of me. All roads lead to me. 

*  *  *

The prince, or king as he was newly crowned, was right about his kingdom hosting many parties and festivals. Cicero, the wait staff, and I were always planning and preparing for some feast or ball. But it was the Feast of Neighboring Kingdoms that would turn the tables in my favor. Or, so I thought...

While serving at King David’s table during the Feast of Neighboring Kingdoms, I soon became part of a conversation that would soon prove just how powerful the sea witch’s magic truly was.   

"So, why is it that we never see you dance at your own festivities, King David?" the king of the East Isles asked.

"Truth be told," King David took a sip of ale,"I am just very humble, but I’ll tell you what, if my page can dance, I will dance at least one dance at every party until the day I die."

He turned to me and looked in his eyes with a look of horror. I hadn’t danced since becoming a landwalker. I was sure I would fail. Then again, what if I could dance? Did he want me to dance, or was I supposed to fail so he would never have to dance at his own parties. My servants uniform was light green in color. It was tattered and worn. It paled in comparison to the stunning ball gowns and military regalia that adorned the the crowd that had gathered around us.

"Oh, come on, Fin," King David smiled as he led me to the middle of the dance floor," It’s one dance."

I hesitated.

"One dance and you can have the rest of the night off," he looked at me with those intense brown eyes and I became momentarily lost. In the end, I said nodded in compliance. I would never be able to say no. To be honest, I really wanted to get off my feet, so what harm could one dance do? 

I heard the other nobles laughing and commenting on how the king was dancing with a peasant, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t alone. And with King David by my side, I felt like I could do anything. We assumed the position. Then, the king put his head against mine and  commented that he had never seen me dance before. I tried to say I didn’t dance. My only thoughts were this is going to hurt more than walking or running and please don’t let the blood soak through my shoes. 

  The music began; it was a slow four measure melody. With our hands interlocked, the king and I made our way across the dance floor. I danced gracefully holding back the facial expressions that I wanted to let out - tht represented the throbbing pain being continuously etched into the souls of my feet. There were knives in my heels and knives in the palms of my feet, but King David didn’t notice. I would always be graceful because the witch’s blood had made it so. Instead of entrancing him with a song or my humanity, I had entranced the prince with the one thing that wasn’t mine. I knew that the dance had altered the way he saw me because that night he slipped.

* * *

At first, it was just a little slip. the king’s nightly kiss to the cheek fell to my neck. The next night it fell to my shoulder and lingered. That second night, I also caught him smelling my hair. Caught was not the right word though. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. As soon as I became the dumb mute, I became King David’s property forever. It was the way human kings and queens had done, and would continue to do, for centuries.

 The third night, the king called me into his room for another story. This time, he didn’t walk me back to my pillow and kiss me for dismissal. That night, as I sat on the foot of the bed feeding him his pictures, the prince asked me a question.

“Fin, can you sit closer? I’d like to see you draw the pictures,” he said.

I did what I was told. It was kind of the king to form his commands as requests; he certainly didn’t have to. Maybe, he knew I loved him. Maybe, somewhere deep down, he knew my stories were true.

 The prince had patted the place next to him, so I moved to that side of the bed. That night, I was drawing another mermaid for another mermaid story. For some reason, I thought that if I showed enough images of my people and the sea, King David might actually believe me.

“So, are you a mermaid?” he asked running his right hand through my long, brown hair. His voice was different. There was a tone that wasn’t there before. The king was also intently interested in me. Normally, he was just impressed by my stories, but this time it was different.

I shook my head in consent to this question and continued to draw the intricate scales. The purple sheets rippled in-between the nervous motion side-to-side motion of my feet. I had never been this close to a merman let alone a real man. 

“Can you dance like a mermaid swims in the water?” he whispered into my ear. That was the closest his plump, insatiable lips had ever been to my ear. He smelled like driftwood and sea salt. The tingle that started in my ear sent shivers all the way down my body. I nodded.

"Dance with me," the king commanded. 

 I knew that this would break him. There was no audience to separate us now. So, we danced in the middle of the king’s bedroom. His eyes never leaving my body. By the end, my feet had no feeling. My legs were beginning to start their evening quiver. My head was light, and the inside of my shoes were moist with blood and vapor. I knew I needed to get off my feet. So, when I thought the king was satisfied, I stood by the door waiting for him to tell me to retire for the evening. Walking toward me, the king grabbed me from behind the jaw with both hands (for his normal kiss of retirement), but this time his grip was strong, and he didn’t let go. 

“You shall retire with me tonight,” the prince whispered as he stepped into me with a tilted, soul crushing stare.

This was the moment I had longed for. I wanted him in whatever way he would give himself to me. I wanted to get lost in his amber eyes. For just a little while, I wanted the pain to subside. I deserved this moment. The candles’ lights were glowing yellow against the purple drapes of the brass canopy. His hands still pressed under my jaw, curled slightly around my neck, and moved to my shoulders. There, they pushed  laid me slowly up against the cold castle wall. His hands, still on my shoulders remained there. His body moved into mine. A joyful numbness and tingling spread throughout me creating a new kind of tension in my human body. He was a few inches taller than I, so he craned his head down to put his lips onto my right cheek. He was so much stronger than me, yet in this moment the king was the gentle almost to the point of being vunerable. Next, his lips hovered over my right ear. Citrus and clove permeated the air around us making my body contract. He moved to my neck. The soft touch of the prince’s fangs to my neck created a new feeling within me. It was the opposite of the fin splitting despair I had felt over a year ago. It was a fire that needed more fuel, or a thirst that needed to be quenched. It was then that we were past the point of formality. He would from that point on be David - my David. As I enjoyed the passing seconds, David moved back to my face and brushed his lips across mine. He was teasing me, and I could no longer hold back. I surrendered to the animal instincts I had been suppressing. Pulling his arms away from my face, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a long hard kiss. Next thing I knew, we were animals apt to destroy each. My hands were pulling at the top of his robe.

“Rip it!” he commanded.

And I did.

* * *

Blurrily, the next day came. I awoke in a strange new place. The prince was shirtless, asleep, and holding me. I had done it. He had fallen in love with me. He would marry me and I would gain a human soul, a painless human soul. I would live with him, love with him, and -eventually - die in his arms – just as I had awoke that morning. I stared around the stone and violet room with the biggest smile on my face. Then, I saw the bundled up robe that lay disheveled on the stone floor. I grabbed it and took it back to my room. It was Prince David’s favorite robe. I would sew it and return it to him.

* * *

The nights and days after the torn robe were full of kisses, swims, long embraces, snuggling, and what seemed to be passionate love. Two years passed swiftly. The prince had stopped going to the harem. He had stopped searching the world for my silver-haired, mermaid doppelganger. I was sure that wedding bells were right around the corner. Then, SHE showed up.

* * *

The guards announced the arrival of the princess from Macedonia. When she arrived, David summoned me away to play my normal role of servant. She came with a lofty proposal. The princess wanted to marry David, her money in exchange for his love. I wasn’t worried because I was the one called into his chamber late that night. As always, he talked, I drew pictures. Then, not like always, he broke my heart.

“I think I’m going to marry the princess. A marriage to the princess of Macedonia will double my fortune,” David declared.

“Besides, I think she’s the one that saved me,” he smiled.

God, how did he still not know it was me?

“While you were off doing your chores, she sang tonight at the dinner table and it sounded just like the voice of the woman that saved me,” he continued, “she could be the one.”

My mind was reeling …of all the…

I turned my head toward the window that overlooked the ocean. He must’ve still managed to see the singular tear drop role down my face.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be sad. You’ll always be my number one girl. When I marry the princess and she becomes queen, you can become the queen’s chambermaid. Then, when I need you... I will call for you,” David tried to reassure me.

I got up from the bed angry. One: he obviously never loved me. Two: if he did love me, he didn’t realize it. Three: he was going to kill the human version of me. I would spend a thousand years as sea foam because David thought some girl he’d met only eight hours ago “might” be the one. I went to the bookshelf and pulled a story. It was the story of my curse. I had showed it to him many times before.

“Really, Fin, this is what you’re doing to me right now," David suddenly became angry,"This is pathetic. You aren’t going to die if I marry the princess. To tell you the truth, I had thought about marrying you, but this is exactly why I can’t. You’re dumb and delusional, Fin. There are no mermaids. You’re not a mermaid. You’re a woman who bonked her head on something while out for a swim, and now you’re eternally broken. I am going to marry the princess and you’re going to become her chamber maid. End of story.”

With that, he slammed the door. Ugh. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t broken. I wanted to make him bow in front of me while my father ran him through with his trident. I had given up my a long, happy mermaid life for him. I had missed out on years with my sisters, mother, and father. While most of my time with David was happy, the end result wasn’t worth it. My life was a façade. On the very limited bright side, there were two good things about this break up. One: I knew the truth. Two: I wouldn’t have to become the princess’s or David’s Lady in Waiting. I was a page in a book that even I no longer wished to read.

* * *

The ship reeled as the waves tossed it into the eye of the fresh storm - so much for marital blessings. The grey skies and mucky sea should’ve stood out as an omen, but Prince David insisted that the wedding proceed as planned. All the guests were inside sleeping off the last night’s celebration of the new bride and groom. However, I knew my fate. I was a stranger to the human world. No one would even know I had disappeared - let alone that I was here at all. Three years had passed, it was time to fulfill my end of the sea witch’s bargain. Loosening my grip from the handsome, mahogany railing that protruded from the stern of the ship - I looked out at the ocean, as a human, one last time. The morning rain was coming down at an angle. The drops began stinging my face. There was no point in putting off the inevitable. If you ran from the sea, the sea would always find you. If you reneged on a deal with a sea witch, your punishment would be unfathomable. After staring at the grey sea until the sun rose to the horizon, I lifted one leg over, straddling the rail, and then swung my other leg over. My body dropped, hanging over the edge of the sea like a rag doll. At that moment, hope and gravity were the only two things keeping me connected to the last few minutes of my humanity. Hanging high above the water - waiting for the man I loved to come to his senses - a voiceless scream escaped from my lips. This was the solemn sound of a heart irreversibly breaking into 300 million undetectable slivers and dropping into the secret-burying depths of the ocean. With that, I released my hold on the rail and let my flesh and bone become one with the same poignant swells that moved the ship onward toward an alleged happily ever after.

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