5 ~ Falling

Posted: August 9, 2015 in Entropis

Trapped. The word rang in Silver’s ears as she worked to transmute the desk they’d found into metal, moulding, almost welding on the door handles Kia had torn out of nearby doors. Iris worked to protect it against the ravages of the Schism, beating back the spreading rust in the metal or rot in the parts Silver hadn’t yet transformed. Euphie flapped, uncertain, next to them both.

“Is she sure this is gonna work? I mean, I don’t even know how she does it, let alone do it with all of us on top! What if it doesn’t work man? What then!?”

“I don’t know! But she’s the only one who actually knows what she’s doing, so we’re gonna have to try!” Iris focussed on a spot of rust spreading around the handles. It hesitated, then appeared to change its mind, returning back to metal. “Maybe you could just be quiet and let us?”

“I just, I can’t fly like her, man!”

“Neither can we!”

Silver glanced over at ends of the hallway they were in. It was getting closer. The long passage was supposed to have lead back to the main stairway up to the floors above, but half way down they’d noticed it coming. The steady trickle of pieces of floor, tearing chunks out of the walls with it as they fell, had followed them like a persistent stalker, the black abyss of nothingness beneath it almost glaring in its lack in comparison to the station and reality. Here, they’d found that the consuming nothingness wasn’t just behind them, it was ahead too. The floor they stood on was a candle burning at both ends.

“Silver, you’ve known her for longer, right? You’ve done this before yeah?” Euphie had started to pace, “This is like, a walk in the park for Kia!”

“I dunno, I mean I’ve only known her for a day. But it was her idea, so she must be pretty confident it can work.”

“Yeah! Confident, man, that’s it! She’s real confident! We’ll be fine!”

Silver continued to concentrate on her construction. The desk was practically finished, now. It was a simple design, but it’d been a question of holding it together rather than anything else. Everything was breaking down so fast that Iris barely had a chance to keep up. They probably wouldn’t have a chance to maintain it once they were gone. She’d found a roll of tape in the drawers and stuck it over the joins. She’d always thought sticky tape was useful, and that was before she’d been able to turn it into steel welding.

“Here she comes! But damn she’s uh, cutting it fine!”

Silver and Iris looked up from their work, and bouncing off the hallway walls came Kia, kicking off for thrust to get there faster. She dropped to the carpet and moved straight to the desk,

“All finished?”

“Pretty much!”

“Good. Then we’ve gotta move fast. I’ve found a way up. There’s a lift for the disabled near the entrance which gives us a straight line to the top. That’ll give us some time as the two floors below collapse.” Kia climbed up on top of the desk, “Unfortunately that means we need to go for longer than I’d like. But I’ll do my best.”

The floor was getting small, their island sinking into a black sea, and the three girls took hold of the handles sticking off on all sides, while Kia stood on top in the middle like a rock star on stage.

“Right. Here goes.”

There was a moment of uncertainty as nothing happened, worried looks passing amongst the girls on the floor, before all of them began to feel lighter. The desk itself lifted slightly off the ground, tilting gently one way, then the other as they held it. The floor around them began to crack as if they were in the middle of an icy lake. Silver gripped the desk tighter, ‘Come on Kia… come on…’

“Kia, man, the floor’s going… hurry up yeah?”

“Let her concentrate!”

Iris stared down at the floor, the web of cracks beginning to reach her feet.

“I’m trying! I’ve never done it this big before!”

Kia had her eyes shut, intense focus on her face. Slowly, gradually they were getting lighter, but it wasn’t fast enough. Silver felt the floor snap under her feet. They had seconds at most.

“What’re you doing? Don’t let go!” Euphie almost let go herself, “Hold the damn desk!”

“I’m buying us time!” Iris had dropped to her haunches, her hands down on the cracked surface below them, which began to mend, “I’ll grab on when it’s ready!”

“No! If it collapses we can’t—”

“Shut up! Let me concentrate!”

Iris shut her eyes, battling the collapsing floor with her own will as Kia fought with gravity. She was getting there, but whether she’d be able to actually lift all of them before the floor collapsed was another matter. Silver really wished she could transmit power, maybe then she could do something to help…

“It’s getting too dangerous Iris, grab the damn table!”

“I can hold it…”

“No, you can’t!”

Chunks of floor tumbled away by Iris’ heels, the small circle they were stood on was cracked through and segments were sucked into nowhere each second. Silver watched as one fell, and it didn’t disappear into nothing, it didn’t pop out of existence, it just kept falling. Some kind of ambient light kept it visible all the while, just getting smaller and smaller, fainter as it dwindled from distance. ‘Would it keep going forever?’ She wondered, ‘If I fell, would I fall eternally? If the decay that’s corroding everything in here isn’t affecting me, would I even die?’ She stared into the blackness and wondered if anything could possibly be worse than that. She felt the edge of the floor against her feet, and felt sick.

“I… I can do it…” Iris frowned against whatever forces she could feel, “It’s strong but…”

The ground beneath her feet collapsed, and her eyes snapped open, a gasp escaping her lips as her hand reached out to grab back onto her handle. The desk lurched as the rest of the carpet collapsed, and Silver felt gravity grab her by the ankles and stomach. She gripped the handle, the other holding the edge of the desk in desperation, pulling herself up onto the table as much as she could only to watch Euphie slip off, only her hand on the door handle still visible. The table tilted after her and Silver realised they were falling. The walls were gone, now slightly above them, and as she looked back down below her she saw Euphie hanging from the table, her hand clasped around Iris’ wrist. Their mouths opened and closed, as if they were yelling at each other, but Silver heard nothing but the blood rushing in her ears, her Heart beat thumping bass around her body, her raw breath.

She forced her eyes back up, looking at first to Kia, who was still standing unphased on the desk surface, then at the remains of the station. Each room, or the remains of them, was clearly sectioned by the walls around it, but being below allowed her to see it as though they were stacked. She could still see the edges of the cells, the hallway where the gunman had been, and there, the main entrance and lobby. ‘Like a giant waffle press right over my head…’ she thought, except that it was falling towards them. Getting closer.

Was there a difference in feeling between falling and levitating? Was it just a matter of perspective? She looked at Kia, who met her eyes, now open, and grinned. She’d done it. There was no air that she could feel, no resistance of gravity, it felt like she was falling down into the dark, into nothing, when actually, she was rising. They were all rising. She must’ve done it. They were going to be alright.

Euphie and Iris were still dangling, their grip on each other tight, but both were looking up at the station with relief. As they rose back within the walls, they felt sound return to their ears, felt the movement of air, the slight weight of gravity that bore down on them for a moment before Kia lifted it. And with it, them. Now weightless, Euphie pulled Iris back to the desk, who grabbed her handle and clutched at it. She’d gone pale, her dark skin a shade lighter than it had been before. Her breathing was heavy, and she lay half over the desk, eyes wide open, gripping it so tight she shook. Even Euphie looked drained, but clung to her handle with a grin.

“Man, for a moment I thought we were dead!”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t alone there,” Kia said from above, “If I hadn’t got the hang of it before I left the building like you guys, we’d all be floating out into nothing now. Doing me on my own is easy, doing it in a whole big bubble is like, trying to make stuff happen without being able to feel it. Damn hard.”

“But you did it!” Euphie waved her limbs around, floating out as if in water, “I was just sayin’ to the others they didn’t need to worry with you around!”

“We’re okay…” Iris huffed, sucking air back into her lungs, “For a moment I thought that was it…”

She sat up a little, taking measured breaths.

“You’re welcome!”

“Yeah… okay, thanks Euphie.”

“That’s the second time now!” Euphie grinned back at her, “I guess you owe me big time huh?”

“We should be able to get up to the top now, but we still need to be careful.” Kia began to push the desk so that it floated down the hall, “Pass too far from the desk and you’ll still fall, so hold tight, right?”

“I don’t get it,” Iris let herself float up a little, “If gravity stops working outside of the station, shouldn’t all the bricks and such stop falling? It’d collect around it, wouldn’t it?”

“Not quite. The bricks and carpet and stuff will keep falling until the station’s gravity dies enough that nothing floats. Even if it’s broken off, it’s still a fragment of reality in endless nothing. Whatever rules apply to the place it comes from will still apply to it when it’s miles away. Remember, it’s not just the physical reality that’s breaking down, but the elements that create reality.” Kia frowned, “It’s kinda hard to explain when you don’t know. We’ll talk about it after.”

Silver listened, but even with the knowledge the other two didn’t have, about these strange elements and the nature of Schisms, there wasn’t much that made any real sense to her. All this stuff seemed like a lot more information than she needed to know. Weren’t they trying to keep reality as reality, and not deal with the nothingness out there? Still, if understanding it had helped Kia and Iris stop them falling, or floating or whatever, into it then maybe it was useful. She was just glad she wasn’t the one that needed to work it out.

“Okay it should just be around the corner here…”

Kia pushed off from the wall as they got close, the station around them having visibly deteriorated since the time in the cells. The walls had gotten shorter as they’d crumbled away below, and as they floated into the lobby, they spotted the lift doors clinging to the mechanics inside the shaft, jutting down where the walls ended like a pair of buck teeth. The desk floated over to the doors and Kia gave them a kick.

“These are thick,” she said, “It’ll take me a few minutes to break ‘em apart. You’ll have to hang on.”

“Wait, waaait a sec, why break ‘em?” Euphie floated up to the doors and hit the button at the side, which turned red, “It’s a lift, man! Just call it, we’ll take it up!”

Kia didn’t say a word, just turned and stared pointedly at the nothingness below the lift doors. There was a loud creak and a grumble, followed by a clang.

“What, uh,” Euphie looked nervous, “Was th—”

As they watched, the huge metal box of the lift dropped out of the bottom, falling away into the void, a trail of lift cable and bits of hydraulics falling after it.

“You seem to be forgetting that this place is falling apart.” Kia drawled, “Right then, now that there isn’t a lift in our way, let’s get on with it.”

“Wait, hang on,” Silver heard herself speak before she’d even finished thinking of her plan, “You don’t need to. I can… Hm…”

“Don’t you start…”

“No, it’ll be fine, look.”

She pushed herself over towards it, using the desk itself as leverage. She’d done it just last night, there was no reason why she couldn’t do it again. She pressed her hands against the thick doors and remembered back to her incident with the salt shaker. If it wasn’t just material she could change, but thickness too, then the doors shouldn’t be difficult at all. Her practice with her new necklace and the desk made metal easy to concentrate on, and with her hands against it, she could feel for the thickness disappearing, feeling for any movement in the space they slid into. She closed her eyes, focussing, feeling, trying to imagine the entire pair of doors as huge sheets of—

“Uuwaagh!”

She toppled through to the sound of ripping, the dim light from the foyer cut off momentarily as she fell forward and down, straight towards the empty black below, before stopping with a hard jerk.

“I didn’t think you’d lean on it,” Kia dragged her back onto the floating desk, “But I guess you’ve all gotta learn the hard way.”

“What is this stuff? Foil? Man, you turned massive lift doors into foil?” Euphie flapped the remains of the door, then tore off part of the sheet, “What the hell?”

“I, I thought it’d work!”

Silver stood up, brushing herself off a bit as she reoriented herself.

“Yeah! That’s what I mean! It’s genius man! Bloody brilliant!”

“It’s definitely quicker.” Kia gripped the door frame and pulled them into the lift shaft, “I guess you can do the same to the doors up the top, too.”

They floated up, pulling themselves along the rails that lined the corners of the shaft, lift doors passing one by one. The lift shaft was gloomy, worse than the rest of the steadily darkening station, and only the glint of metal from the light below guided them along until they reached the fourth floor.

“Over to you, Silver. It’s good practice for you anyway.”

She nodded, and put out her hands as the floating desk clunked against the doors. Somehow, knowing for a fact that you could do something made it all the easier to actually do it. That confidence made it stronger, and she was starting to see how time and experience with it all would eventually get her to Kia’s level. How long had Kia been doing all this? Years? What would she be able to transform in that time? It boggled the mind to think about, so she focussed back on turning steel into tin foil. Truth was, even having done it before, it was difficult to believe she could. Knowing your own capabilities and believing them inside might not be as similar as she’d thought.

“Great.” Kia tore through the doors, foil crushed apart as the desk floated through, “Yeah, it’s definitely up here.”

That much was obvious. As they passed into the lobby area of the fourth floor, the sound was what hit them hardest. Moans and cries whimpered from all sides, hunched forms huddled into walls and crevices. It was difficult to tell who had been police, they were all equally dishevelled, and most, incredibly aged. One woman struggled to lift the blood-stained paper weight she’d used to beat in the splattered remains of the dead man’s face below her. The look on her face as if she were carrying out some monotonous chore, oblivious to those around her, or what she was doing.

“Give it back! Give! Give it! Give it back!”

“I just wanted to… to touch it…”

“Did I bathe? Did I…?”

“You! You, all of you! I don’t see you! Any of you!”

“Maybe just the one… one… can’t hurt…”


The voices went on, gibbering and crying in their own world. Was the human psyche so fragile? Were we all really this close to a breakdown, to utter madness, all this time? These metaphysical, magical powers protected her now, but before this, would she have gone crazy too? Humanity seemed so strong in its own little sphere of influence. Outside of it, it truly had nothing.

“Oh God,” Iris reared back, floating out of the little bubble of anti-gravity and sank, slowly, to the floor, “This is… I can’t stand this, this isn’t right!”

“There is no right.” The anti-gravity bubble disappeared, and the desk, Silver and Euphie also sank to the ground, “It’s just how things are. Let’s get to the Heart and end this.”

“How can you be so…” Iris shook her head, struggling for words, “So uncaring, these poor people…”

“I learnt.” Kia reached the blood splattered old woman and tapped her lightly on the forehead, rendering her unconscious, “And you will too. These people are already dead. The sooner you stop worrying about them, the quicker you’ll get the Schism finished.” She ignored the others around her, turning back to the three, “Which is only going to save more people who aren’t already dead, right? So let’s get on with it.”

Euphie stepped forward, catching up. She turned back to Iris as she realised she wasn’t following,

“Hey, come on, she has a point! We need to get this done! Think of all the people we save if we’re fast!”

Silver could understand Iris’ horror. It was beyond awful to see people reduced to this, their minds so degraded that they’re barely a fragment of the person they used to be. But at the same time, there was nothing they could do for them. Even if they got them out of the Schism somehow, “saved” them, their minds wouldn’t just spring back to how they were, would they? They’d be let out into a world, having one minute been normal, rational people, then the next clinically insane or brain damaged. Maybe it was a blessing they were stuck in here, at least that way their families don’t ever know how they ended up. How they lost their minds and ended up like… like this. She put a hand on Iris’ shoulder and gave her half a smile,

“I know where you’re coming from, but let’s at least focus on doing something positive where we can.”

Iris frowned, unable to meet anyone’s eye.

“Yeah.” She said, “Yeah, okay.”

The fourth floor was mostly hallways and offices again, but with more luxurious board rooms, conference halls and planning rooms full of white and glass boards with symbols and ideas drawn out on them. ‘This must be a more important station than I thought,’ she looked through the windows that weren’t frosted, looking for anything that might be important, ‘I thought this was just a little station, but this place is fully kitted out for everything. What could possibly have set off a Schism up here?’ The area was almost pristine, with very little damage across the walls or windows, and only the most simplest of things looking worn down. Were the potted plants dying from the Schism, or had the police just been too busy to water them? Was the rusted vent plate like that before or only now? It was difficult to tell. They must be practically on top of the Heart, you could almost forget that the floors below were crumbling away into nothingness.

“Here.” Kia rapped on the window of the door she was looking through, “This is it, it’s got to be in here.”

The others appeared next to her, peering through into the room.

“How do you know?” Euphie asked, “I can’t see past all the people!”

“Exactly. They’re how I know.”

The room was crammed with people, all pressed inside as if waiting for something. The rows of chairs that had once lined the conference hall were scattered around in piles or on their backs. The people, officers in varying states of dress alongside normal clothed others, all stood in tightly huddled clusters, as if afraid of the other groups. From somewhere near the door a flickering projector wrapped spectral words around their bodies.

“It’s instinctive, they’ve all run to higher ground, so to speak. That guy with the gun wasn’t moving to the entrance, he was trying to get here, to the most solid point in the building.” She smirked, “I really should’ve realised. Guess I’m getting too cocky.”

“So we shut down the Heart,” said Euphie, “Like the Schism where I found Iris. I dissolved it. Want me to do it again?”

“Nah that approach ain’t gonna work here. Everything’s already dissolving.” Kia opened the door, glancing at Iris, “What we need is solidity. Which means I want you and Silver protecting us from this lot. When we start messing with the Heart, they ain’t gonna like it.”

They crept inside, but Kia strode ahead, ignoring the maddened people around them. They were ignored in turn, and Kia pushed a few of them out of the way as she headed to the middle. Even as she shoved them, none of them reacted, but as she moved past them towards the small stage, every head in the room turned to look at her. The way they turned, all in unison, sent a shiver down Silver’s spine. They watched Kia as she began to rap on the stage with her fist, but none of them moved. They stayed huddled together in their groups, watching. She glanced to the others, and Euphie looked back at her, eyebrows raised, uncertainty etched across her face. “Uh, Kia…?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s definitely here. Come and–” Kia turned back from the stage, but her smile dropped as she met the eyes of the others in the room, “Uh, yeah, okay, we better be quick. Come and get ready to take care of it.”

“This is creepy, man…” Euphie carefully threaded her way through the crowds, ignored until she reached Kia, and their eyes turned to her, “I really don’t like this…”

Silver and Iris joined them, and Kia dissolved part of the stage to expose the Heart. It shifted like the other one, but rather than shifting between materials, it eternally decomposed. Collapsing, melting, rotting, rusting, it did them all simultaneously, and every layer that disappeared held another below it that decomposed again. It never seemed to get smaller, and all around it were the rotten remains of the wood and shattered fragments of concrete that had once been the floor it was now lodged into. Several of the maddened people in the room took a step forward.

“Okay, we’re going to need to do this fast. They’re not going to like us messing with their one bit of solidity, and there ain’t gonna be any reasoning with them.” Kia put a hand on Iris’ shoulder, “This time you’re going to need to ignore them, and focus completely on the job at hand, right? These two,” she gestured to Silver and Euphie, “They’re going to make sure we’re not interrupted. The quicker we finish this, the quicker all this goes away, right?”

“Right.”

Iris nodded.

“H-hang on, just a minute,” Euphie stared back at the congregation, “How’re we supposed to keep ‘em off you? There’s like, two of us, and like, maybe thirty of them.”

“Do whatever you can. Knock them out, destroy the floor, make a wall, whatever. Just keep them away, right?”

“We’ve not… I mean, I’ve never done anything like that,” Silver took hold of one of the chairs, lifting it off the ground by the back, “How do we–”

The nearest group of maddened people started to move, their eyes focussed unblinkingly on Iris. Each of them began to shuffle forward, picking up speed, walking with intent as if they were about to lynch her for some unspeakable crime. Their fingers spasmed, mouths snapped, and a few of them let out small gasps of desperation.

“Shit, they’re moving man!”

Euphie grabbed a chair too, fumbling with it as they got closer. One of them stalked ahead of the rest, and the others strove to catch up, gradually making their way into a run.

“What are you doing?” Kia grabbed Iris’ shoulder, “Did you start already!?”

“I just thought I’d try to feel how difficult it’d be!” she paled as she saw the oncoming people, all staring directly at her, “Oh, oh God, they’re…”

“Concentrate! Fix it! You have to stop it decomposing, make it into one solid thing! It’ll be easiest for you, so do it!”

“I don’t… I don’t know how!”

“Then learn! And learn fast!” Kia forced her to look at the Heart, “I’ll try to make it easier for you, but you need to focus!”

Silver swung the chair as the first person reached her, but the light aluminium frame bounced off him, barely making him stagger. Euphie grabbed his arm, but he tried to shake her off without stopping. The rest of the group reached them, and Silver tried to force them back with the chair, only to be shoved aside. Then she heard the scream.
The man Euphie had been clinging to clutched at a gushing red stump, stumbling to the ground to curl into a foetal position. Euphie stared, wide eyed at him, shaking as she backed away, suddenly unaware of anything else. Tossing the chair aside, Silver ran after the rushing bodies of maddened people, gripping one, then another, trying to pull them back, but their single mindedness, or perhaps their madness, gave them a strength beyond her own. She dropped to the floor.

“Euphie, I need you to weaken the floor!”

“I… I… his arm, it just, it just crumbled away, it…”

“Euphie, listen to me! Euphie please!”

The group of people had almost reached the stage, but Kia had stood up to greet them. Just before they got to her, she jumped into the air, and as her feet slammed into the floor, a crack sounded through the room. The ripping noise of concrete became louder, and as they reached her, the floor split open, a wide gash tearing itself into being through the carpet. The maddened began to slip through, first just legs, the ones in front falling forward and making the others stumble over them, but as they began to climb over each other the floor opened up wider. Kia stepped back onto the stage, and yelled out across the room.

“I told you to hold them off!”

Silver wasn’t listening. She watched as the fissure in the floor yawned wider, and as the maddened clung to the edges, some of them fell to the floor below. Except that there wasn’t a floor below, not anymore. What had been left of the walls of the third floor were collapsing into the blackness, and she watched those who fell disappear into eternity with a rising sickness in her stomach. Small cracks spawned from the edges of the main chasm, crumbling the floor away around it. Euphie was on the other side, staring wide eyed down the hole, the floor starting to crack around her.

“Move! Euphie, get out of there!”

Silver pushed herself up and began to run towards the stage, jumping over widening offshoots opening to catch her. Kia was back with Iris, helping her fix the Heart. It still seemed solid on the tiny stage, she just needed to get there…
The ground rushed up as something closed around her ankle, sending her sprawling to the floor. She turned over to see one of the maddened, a woman with raging eyes, spit flecking her mouth as she tried to pull herself out of the floor, or Silver in with her. She kicked out, trying to break free, but the woman dragged her closer to the edge. ‘Not this time,’ Silver thought, twisting around to touch the woman’s hand. But as she grabbed her wrist, she stared at the raging face. Below it, her name tag, white letters on black, read “Sandra Phelps”. It had been easy to focus on destroying the arm of a monster, but this woman… she was still human, still someone who, outside of here, had friends and a family and others who loved her. The floor was still collapsing around them, chunks of it raining down into the partially digested remains of the rest of the station and beyond, into inky darkness. This “Sandra”, she had a whole life behind her, years ahead of her to live. How could she break her arm? How could she let her fall endlessly into the abyss below?
Her hesitation lost her some grip on the floor, and she slid towards the edge, only for the woman to pull herself up slightly and grab Silver with her other arm. Others appeared at the edge near her, grabbing onto the woman and using her to climb up. Panic stabbed its needle into Silver’s chest, and she fought to beat them back, and off of her. She wasn’t ready for this, she couldn’t fight, she couldn’t stop them. An elbow smashed into her side as another climbed up, and someone grabbed her hair, forcing her to scream. Her hands jutted up at whoever was on top of her, her mind filled with the need to escape, desperation that consumed her to fight her way free. There was a wet tear and a hiss as hot, thick liquid splashed across her. The maddened person on top of her fell apart, their middle turned to red sand, and they flopped off. She kicked out at the woman dragging herself half way up her body, who screamed, suddenly sliding backward with increasing speed. She kicked again, but her foot hit a metal leg, thick and heavy, and the woman’s nails scratched her as she scrabbled against the weight of her own limbs. Silver watched, frozen, as the woman’s look of rage burned hotter, its intensity turned fully on Silver as she slid helplessly down, and vanished over the edge.
Only one had managed to get up and past Silver, and he sprang up, breaking into a run towards Iris with a yell. His run was met by Euphie’s shoulder, which pounded into his stomach and sent him tumbling over her to the ground. She span on her heel and dropped into a crouch, slamming her hands down karate chop style into the back of his knees. He howled, twitching and writhing, and she turned to grab hold of Silver, hauling her up and onto the safety of the stage.

“You’re alright! You’re okay man! Stay with me!”

“I’m… I’m fine, but I,” Silver looked back at the two halves of the corpse she’d made, “I, I didn’t, I just wanted to get away, I didn’t mean to, to do that…”

“Come on,” Kia’s voice rang out over the sound of cracking, collapsing masonry, “You’ve nearly got it!”

“Silver come on, you’re fine now, get up!”

“That’s it! Almost!”

“We’ve done it! We fixed it!”

Silver watched the room repair itself as if everything had been an illusion, rushing back together faster than she could watch. Fragments slotted into shards like pieces of a gigantic 3D puzzle, and the floor rushed up from below to repair itself. In seconds everything was back to normal, as if nothing had changed, as if nobody had died. The bodies were gone. The bloody sand that had been the insides of the person she’d killed had vanished. Everything was fixed. Everything was how it should be. But somewhere, outside of reality, in endless darkness for endless time, was Sandra Phelps still falling?

END OF CHAPTER FIVE

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