Chapter 69: Chapter 69
The courtroom rippled with energy. It was packed with people as usual, but now there was a sense of finality in the air. It reminded Maggie of dangling from the edge of a cliff, nothing but open air and sharp rocks below.
"Mr Mallory," rumbled Judge Moore. "Are you prepared to give your closing arguments?"
Mallory got to his feet. "Yes, your honor."
"You may begin."
Closing arguments were an opportunity for both sides to sum up and comment on the evidence, and Mallory didn't hold back. He went over each shred of evidence damning Maggie, reiterating the violence and efficiency of each murder and the impact of each crime. Once he reached the last count of terrorism he paused for a moment and put his hands on his hips, looking down at the ground. Chairs in the gallery creaked.
"Ms Stark is undeniably someone who has suffered a lot of trauma in her life," he said. Mallory looked up. "But pain is no excuse for causing pain, and Ms Stark is also one of the most prodigious serial killers of our time. As you have heard over and over she killed, maimed, terrorized, tortured, and scarred. You have heard from people who suffered, and heard evidence about people who can no longer speak to their suffering." His brow creased. "The defense has argued that Ms Stark had no control over her actions for twenty two years." He paused to cock his head at the jury. "She had no control at five years old." He nodded. "Okay. She had no control at ten years old." He nodded again. "Okay. But when she gets to twenty? Twenty five? At what point is she no longer too young, naïve and powerless to break away from an organisation she now claims to hate so much?"
Mallory paced the length of the jury box. When he spoke again his voice was different. "And let's not forget who Ms Stark is. She is a highly intelligent individual who went through years of training in infiltration, assimilation, and manipulation. You cannot take a person with such skills at face value – Ms Stark wants you to believe that she is a helpless victim, unable to resist persuasion from HYDRA generals. This is a story – a fantasy – that best suits Ms Stark. Some of what she says may be the truth, but we can't believe a single word that comes out of her mouth." He shook his head. "We have only the facts. And those facts show us that Ms Stark led a long, bloody life of violence and death. Those facts show us that Ms Stark received vast sums of money for her work with HYDRA. Those facts show us that with just a few short trigger words, Ms Stark could at any time become a supremely powerful and violent killer." At the defense desk, Maggie went white. "Ms Stark refuses to share these trigger words with anyone; be they psychiatrist, scientist, or security expert. She is an ongoing danger to the public.
"The defense will say that Ms Stark only committed crimes that HYDRA told her to. But once she was 'free' from HYDRA, what did she do? She used that 'freedom' to flee justice, fight against the U.N.'s Sokovia Accords, and help fugitive vigilantes break the law. That doesn't sound like an innocent person."
Mallory paused again. "Yes, Ms Stark suffered. But who else suffered?" At that he looked the jury in the eyes and recited a list of names. Thirty six names in total, that he delivered in a low, emotional voice without once checking a sheet of paper.
When he finished he drew himself tall. "These are the people that Margaret Stark murdered. That she admits to murdering. I'm sure there are more out there that Ms Stark has conveniently forgotten. But she cannot erase these people from the narrative. I, and the nation, implore you to bring them justice."
With a last nod to the jury, Mallory turned on his heel and returned to the prosecution desk.
"Mr Martinez, Mrs Kemp? Do you wish to make a closing argument?"
Andrea got to her feet. "We do, your honor." On her way out from behind the defense desk, Andrea squeezed Maggie's shoulder.
She took her position in the open space before the jury and drew in a deep breath. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," she began. "I want to take the opportunity now to thank you for your patience and diligence. I think we can all agree that this has been a difficult trial filled with pain and heartache. We have seen and heard horrific things, things which will remain with us for the rest of our lives." Andrea shook her head, and Maggie could see from the darkness in her eyes that she felt her words.
"I don't think there's a single person who's seen and heard the things that we have, who doesn't want justice for those people. For the people who died, and suffered, and feared for their lives. Those people deserve justice – it's what's right, in the eyes of the law and basic human decency.
"We've just heard the names of thirty six people," she continued. "Margaret Stark's hands ended their lives. We don't dispute that, and that isn't the question before us today. The question today is whether Margaret Stark is guilty of these murders."
Andrea cocked her head. "In many ways this is a complicated trial. But when it comes down to it, the law gives us two requirements of guilt. There's the guilty act, and the guilty mind. We require both to convict." She held up both hands. "We have seen the guilty act in this courtroom time and time again. It has been bloody, and painful. We have seen brave witnesses tell their stories." Andrea dropped a hand. "But the question here is the guilty mind. Did Margaret Stark, with her full mental capacity, choose to kill these people in the knowledge that what she did was wrong? Did Margaret Stark have a guilty mind when she committed these crimes?"
She paused. "This is the decision before you today. And I hope that we have shown you that the answer is no. I don't believe I need to pore over each detail of the tortures Margaret Stark underwent again. I'm sure that they are forever branded in your minds, as they are in mine. We have seen the Memory Suppression Chair, the fully-conscious surgeries, the manipulation, the constant, all-consuming programming. We have heard from those who bent her mind to their will."
Andrea's voice was heavy as she went on. "Whose is the guilty mind here? Allow me to construct a scenario, one I believe you're familiar with: you take a five year old girl – a child – and you strip away her memories, her will, and her choice. You treat her like a weapon, you program her mind to your exact specifications. You keep up a regimen of memory wipes and obedience trigger words until what you have is an utterly compliant slave to your will, devoid of choice and intent. There is no point at which such a slave becomes old enough, or intelligent enough, to break away from that level of utter control.
"What you have is the Wyvern." Andrea paused, taking a moment to eye each member of the jury. "We've all seen the Wyvern, seen her black wings and the death she dealt out. We've heard tales of monstrosity, all hidden behind a black mask and glowing red eyes.
"But the mask is just that: a mask. It wasn't there to hide the Wyvern's identity but to suppress her humanity. Because HYDRA took her humanity from her. They turned her into a weapon." Andrea's voice became forceful, strong, with an undercurrent of emotion that tugged deep in your gut. "How can a weapon be guilty? We don't convict the knife or the gun, but the one who wields it." Her eyes darkened. "And we know who wielded the Wyvern."
She paused again, taking a few paces across the courtroom. "Margaret Stark is not a weapon. She is a person: she feels, and thinks, and she has choices. She has used those choices for good: she broke away from HYDRA, she saved a terrified young boy from certain death in a snowstorm, she helped to capture the culprit behind the UN bombing. And she asked for this trial. She told you why: she wants to bring HYDRA's crimes out of the shadows, she wants to bring light to the dark places. She has done this at great personal cost, but she would do it again in a heartbeat.
"This is Margaret Stark. Not HYDRA's weapon, not a blank mind, but a person."
Andrea spread her hands. "It is a testament to her character that she was able to break through such rigorous, extended programming and act against HYDRA's wishes. We've seen countless evidence that such a feat in all probability should have been impossible. But she did it.
"She did it and she is here today. She is here for justice, like the rest of us. She is here to put an end to HYDRA, who made her life a misery, and to seek justice for the victims of HYDRA. And I say victims of HYDRA, because they are not her victims. It was HYDRA who wanted them killed, it was HYDRA who gave the order. They did not contract my client, ask her to do them a favor, or offer her rewards for carrying out their crime.
"No, Maggie Stark is a victim herself; tortured physically, emotionally, and mentally from an impossibly young age until she had no choice but to be an instrument of HYDRA's will." She faced the jury front on, her hands loose by her sides. "You cannot find Ms Stark guilty of these crimes – guilt necessitates intent, choice, and Ms Stark knew none of that until merely three years ago. Guilt necessitates a guilty mind, so Ms Stark is not the guilty party here." Andrea's eyes burned. "HYDRA is. And I am only sorry that they will never see a court of law."
She ran her eyes over the jury once more, her shoulders straight and her gaze fixed. Maggie saw Bucky in her, just for a moment, in the way she stood up and said this is what's right.
Then Andrea inclined her head, all dignity and respect, and said "thank you."
And it was over.
There were only two hours left in the workday, so when Judge Moore gave the jury their instructions and sent them into deliberation no one expected them to reach a verdict in such a short time. Sure enough, after two hours Judge Moore called court to order to instruct the jury that deliberations were finished for the day, and to begin again tomorrow morning.
Maggie left the courthouse in a whirlwind of sound and light.
They spent the night at the mansion. The Avengers Facility was still filled with clean up crews and the mansion made Maggie feel closer to her parents, which was something her heart needed right now.
They had dinner together: Maggie, all three Avengers, Pepper, Maggie's lawyers, and Shirley (no one commented on Maggie's close relationship with the old woman, so she thought maybe they knew who Shirley was, or they were too concerned about the trial to bother asking questions). The meal was… uncomfortable. They'd ordered Chinese takeout and tipped the bemused delivery driver well, but the food wasn't the problem. Everyone was being forcefully optimistic while not-really talking about the trial, and it gave Maggie a headache. She didn't say it, but all she could think was: the last meal. The last, the last.
They very pointedly did not check the news. But Maggie had been doing this long enough now to know that all anyone would be talking about was Maggie and her guilt.
Eventually, Tony cracked. All Maggie had done was ask for him to please pass the egg rolls, but for some reason the simple request made him stiffen and turn to Andrea and Diego.
"What do you think?" he asked.
Andrea cocked an eyebrow at him. "What do we think?" Diego blinked, his mouth full of fried rice.
"You know what I'm talking about. What do you think the jury is going to decide?"
Maggie frowned at him. "Can I please have the–"
"I'm hopeful," Andrea replied. "We made a good case, we did everything we could. Everyone at this table did their best. It's up to the jury now."
Tony leaned forward. "Don't bullshit me Kemp, what do you think?"
"Tony," Maggie interjected, glaring, but Andrea waved a hand.
"It's okay," she said, then let out a sigh. Shirley patted her knee. "Look, a case like this is… unprecedented. At the end of the day, we asked the jury to find Maggie not guilty of over thirty murders that she definitely did do. The 'guilt' here is… ephemeral. That can't come down to a science, or some equation of likelihood. It's going to come down to the jurors and what they personally believe." Andrea spread her hands, her sharp eyes meeting Tony's fixed gaze. "So I'm afraid I don't know."
Silence followed her words.
"Can I please have the egg rolls," Maggie finally said, and Tony rolled his eyes and tossed the paper bag of egg rolls at her.
"Aren't you worried?" he snapped, brow furrowed.
She opened the bag and fished out a couple of rolls. "Who, me? I feel great." She dropped the rolls in her bowl and then looked up at Tony's exasperated face. "Of course I'm freaking worried, Tony. But what do you want me to do? Cry and scream and shake in my boots until the jury comes back?" Everyone else very studiously ate their food as Maggie spoke. "Sure I might feel like doing that, but that would just end up making me feel worse and it would suck for you guys. I don't know what the jury's going to decide, and I can't do anything until they come back. Right now I just want to have dinner. Unless you want to fight some more?" She cocked an eyebrow at him, and he sat back in his seat with a disgruntled expression.
There was a long moment as they just stared at each other, while the others at the table fidgeted with chopsticks and glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes. Vision, who wasn't eating, studied the ceiling.
Finally, Tony rolled his eyes again. "Pass the goddamn egg rolls."
January 17th, 2017
Thurgood Marshall United States Courthouse, New York City
Court opened the next day to a tense scene. Maggie and the others had to enter the courthouse through a back entrance because the crowds outside were too thick, almost down the block. The courtroom itself was… the very atmosphere inside made Maggie shift uncomfortably in her seat. The air crackled with anticipation, as if everyone was poised on a knife's edge of action or reaction. It felt like the air did before a fight broke out. The skin on the back of Maggie's neck prickled, and when Judge Moore walked in she saw a single bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.
Her eyes flicked to the jury as they entered. She'd gotten used to their faces over the past month, so she knew how they looked when they were stressed. The mousy-haired woman who usually sat in the front right of the jury box watched Judge Moore with lips so tightly pressed together they were white. The man in the back corner tapped an anxious rhythm against his thigh.
Eventually Maggie had to look away – she couldn't watch them for a second longer wondering what was in their minds, or she'd go crazy.
Judge Moore repeated various instructions for the jury, then ordered them back into sequestered deliberation. Maggie finally looked up to watch them file out of the room, and thought I don't envy you.
The crowds were too thick to leave the courthouse, and Andrea and Diego recommended it was best to stay close anyway, so Maggie and her team set themselves up in one of the courthouse meeting rooms.
They weren't idle: the Avengers were still hot on A.I.M.'s trail, so Maggie took the time to get updates on their hunt and to offer her own skills. She ended up chasing an electronic trail with Tony and F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s help, using a portable holographic interface that Tony had brought with him. Maggie buried herself in the familiarity of hunting a target, and tried not to think about the jury.
Pepper tapped away at her tablet on the meeting room's sofa. Rhodey, after realizing that he didn't have much to contribute until they found A.I.M.'s secondary base, sat next to Pepper and played Angry Birds on his phone. Vision sat at the table simultaneously following up leads about A.I.M. and monitoring the press about the trial. Andrea and Diego worked on a stack of papers at the end of the table – when Maggie asked about it they just said "paperwork" but she could tell they were already working on her appeal. The thought made her feel sick, so she turned back to the blue hologram to distract herself.
She wouldn't be able to help find A.I.M. from prison.
"As you can see the crowd outside the Thurgood Marshall Courthouse now spans several blocks, and other crowds have formed in Times Square and other landmarks in other U.S. cities–"
"– breathlessly awaiting the Margaret Stark verdict–"
"– no sign of Margaret Stark or her team, and one can only imagine the atmosphere–"
Twitter Top 5 trending hashtags: #wyverntrial, #notguilty, #guilty, #convict, #acquit
"– jury has now been in deliberation for three hours in total–"
"Margaret Stark's fate now rests in the hands of twelve individuals."
After a few hours Maggie couldn't focus on A.I.M. anymore – she could hear people shouting on the street below, and she had an odd sense like she needed to be aware, that she couldn't bury her head in the sand any longer.
She shut down the hologram and leveled her gaze at Tony. He blinked at the sudden absence of their geographical projections, but when he caught the look on her face his jaw clenched.
"Maggie, what are you–"
She glanced around. The others were all absorbed in their own tasks, displaying varying levels of anxiety, so she figured she and Tony could speak privately.
She turned back to her brother. "You're going to be okay," she said.
"Maggie…"
"If this doesn't go the way we hope it does," she continued, ignoring the way the words made his face tighten, "you're going to be okay. D'you know how I know?"
He just watched her, his eyes suddenly dark.
"You… you achieved so much and you were so incredible for the twenty five years I was gone. So I know you'll be okay. And if I do have to leave you again, then I've got some requests for you."
His fingers twitched. "Anything."
"I want you to not be afraid to the turn to the people around you for support." She glanced at Pepper and Rhodey, side by side on the couch, and Vision by the window. "They showed up for me in a big way, and we both know they'll show up for you, too." She gripped his arm. "And… when you're ready, there's… when you need to, you know that Vision, Rhodey, and Pepper aren't the only ones who'll show up for you." She let her eyes flicker to his suit jacket pocket, where she knew he kept the flip phone.
Tony's eyes darkened but he didn't avoid her gaze. He just looked back at her, as dozens of emotions flickered across his face too fast for her to read them.
Eventually, he cleared his throat and managed to say: "You don't think you're going to be acquitted, do you?" His voice was low, as if hiding a secret from the others in the room, and his eyes were intent on her face.
Maggie swallowed. "I don't know, Tony," she whispered. "There's nothing I can do at this point. I want to make sure that if I go down, I don't take you down with me."
He sat back, still watching her. "Maggie, I… you are…" he twisted his hands frustratedly. "Sometimes I think, you know, after everything you… I mean, I admire your…" she waited him out patiently, noting his flailing hands and the look of consternation on his face. Eventually he sighed and dropped his hands. "You know what I mean?"
She smiled. "I think I do."
He pulled her into his side, arm half-tucked over her as if he could protect her from the sentence hanging over her head. If Maggie listened hard enough, with her ear pressed against his expensive suit, she could hear his heart beating.
Her fingers crept up to her own chest, to the pearl pendant tucked under her blouse. The pads of her fingers smoothed over the round shape of it.
How did we get here, Bucky?
WHiH World News Reporter, Chess Roberts: "Well Christine this has been a tumultuous and emotional trial, and all that's left now is the wait for the jury to reach a verdict. And what a wait it is: there are news crews from over thirty different countries here at the courthouse today, and early estimates show that there are at least 100 million people in the United States alone watching and waiting for the verdict of this trial. It's clear that the Margaret Stark trial has turned heads the world over, bound up as it is in issues of politics, HYDRA's legacy, superhero regulation, and the Avengers. We've heard testimony from analysts from dozens of world-class organisations, from brave and injured victims, from convicted HYDRA agents, from all three Avengers and the CEO of Stark Industries, and Maggie Stark herself. I don't think there's any doubt in anyone's mind that this is the trial of the century, Christine. And we're here today to watch history unfold."
CBS News: "Including the two hours of deliberation yesterday, the jurors have now been deliberating for six hours. We've got legal expert Dr George Yanuk here to give some insight into the jury deliberation process. Dr Yanuk, how much longer do you think the jury will deliberate for?"
"Good to be here, Lucy. I'm afraid there's just no way to predict how long jury deliberation might last, but that's something that's fascinated experts in the area for a long time. It depends on a lot of things including the length of the trial itself, the amount of evidence, and the individuals within the jury."
"What might the jury be doing right now?"
"Well, the first thing any jury has to do is elect a foreperson – the Margaret Stark jury probably did that yesterday, so today they'll be getting down to business."
"What does that involve?"
"Honestly, that depends on the jury. With such a long trial, with so much evidence and testimony, I'd expect them to take a while to go over it all. Juries tend to be pretty good at their jobs – they're respectful, practical, and do what the court asks of them to the best of their ability. In this case I'm sure they're also aware of the immense political and media pressure. This jury has also been sequestered for over a month now, and I'm sure that stressor is playing on their minds."
"What does a longer deliberation mean for the outcome?"
"Again, that depends. Studies have shown that juries usually take longer to decide to acquit than they do to convict, and also that longer deliberations also tend to lead to more accurate verdicts. When deliberation stretches on for a long time that can either mean that the jury is doing their due diligence and being conscientious about the evidence, or there's a significant difference of opinion within the jury."
"Do you think that's the case here?"
"I'm not sure I'd say that at this stage – like I said, there's a lot of evidence in this trial, and I'd say the jury has a pretty lengthy moral debate ahead of them when it comes to Margaret Stark's culpability."
"How do juries look at evidence?"
"We tend to see two types of jurors: the storytellers, who construct a narrative of the crimes in their heads, and if any evidence doesn't fit with that narrative they discard it. They usually come to a verdict pretty quickly. Then there are the 'scientists', who look at the evidence on its own and don't seek a single 'true' narrative. They tend to take a little longer, and reach more complex verdicts. But as for which kinds of jurors are currently deliberating at the Thurgood Marshall Courthouse, I'm afraid I can't say."
"Fascinating, Dr Yanuk, thank you. I'll end with one last question – what will happen if the jury can't reach a unanimous decision?"
"Well, Lucy, the judge will strongly urge them to reach a unanimous decision, but if they are irreparably deadlocked then that will result in a mistrial – at that point in time it's up to the United States Attorneys to decide whether or not to retrial Ms Stark."
"Do you think they would?"
Dr Yanuk hesitated. "Well I don't want to speak out of turn, Lucy, but one thing that many experts have noted about this trial is the US Attorneys Office's dogged pursuit of charges against Margaret Stark. It's clear that there's a lot of political pressure to charge, sentence, and incarcerate Ms Stark, and with that level of interest I'd say that yes, a retrial would probably occur."
"Thank you Dr Yanuk, that's all we have time for. Let's go back to Katie at the Thurgood Marshall Courthouse."
Excerpt from The New York Bulletin article "Before the Verdict", by Karen Page: As the world stops for this moment of waiting, let's take the time to acknowledge the importance of this trial no matter what its outcome may be.
No matter what happens to Margaret Stark, she has achieved what she set out to do when she stood in front of the world and broke her silence. She told her story: the ugly, violent course of her life and the good that came in its wake. She gave resolution to victims' families who might never have known why their loved ones had to die. She exposed the unwritten underbelly of HYDRA that not even Captain America and the Black Widow could reveal. As Senator Rickley put it just this morning: "I am now confident that the ghost of HYDRA has no more secrets left to hide".
No matter what happens now, this trial has changed the way we talk about guilt, and responsibility. The brainwashing defense was previously seen as a laughable last-ditch legal defense, but this trial has shown us that the world can continue to surprise us. This trial has shown us that our minds, memories and identities might not be as secure as we believe them to be.
No matter what the jury decides, this trial has shown us the worst of humanity. We've seen scientists who tortured children, men who manipulated the world from the shadows, we've seen killers and monsters.
But this trial has also shown us the best of humanity. It has, impossibly, shown us hope: a young boy who looked into his rescuer's face and saw an angel, a victim of HYDRA who built a sanctuary for people in pain, the powerful and humbling #IForgiveHer movement.
This trial gave us the story of a woman who broke away from the people who made her believe she was inhuman, who made her feel lesser. A woman who not only regained her humanity but clawed and fought for a life and a family. This woman's story is a source of inspiration for hundreds of people who feel they have reached their breaking point – it's a reminder that no matter how cold and how dark a life becomes, there is always a way back.
No matter what happens to Margaret Stark, this trial has changed us all.
She knew it would.
Montreal, Canada
Steve couldn't seem to stop bouncing his knee. Sam had been splitting his attention between the TV and Steve's knee for the better part of an hour, fascinated at his super soldier friend's rare display of nerves. Steve hadn't looked this nervous even before the airport fight in Germany. Though, Sam supposed, at least then Steve had had a plan. Now all they could do was sit and watch.
Nat came in from the kitchen and tossed a bottle of water at Steve. He caught it just before it hit him in the head and glared at her, but she just shrugged and went to give another bottle to Wanda (a lot more carefully). Wanda nodded her thanks and went back to watching the TV, round-eyed and half curled up in her chair.
It wasn't a great idea for them all to be in the same place like this, particularly so close to the States, but after the shooting and the news of an attack at the Avengers Facility they'd all wanted to be close to New York just in case they were needed. So they found themselves in one of Natasha's many worn-down safehouses, glued to the television.
Steve kept turning his flip phone over in his fingers with a half-hopeful, half-terrified look on his face.
Nat squeezed Wanda's shoulder then came over to sit beside Steve. "You need to relax, Steve."
Sam sighed and tipped his head back against the wall. As a therapist he knew that 'you need to relax' was probably never going to be effective, and as Steve Rogers' friend he knew that it was absolutely 100% ineffective.
Steve looked up. "I promised Bucky I'd look out for her, Nat, I don't think this" – he gestured to the television, which showed helicopter footage of the thick crowds around the courthouse – "was what he had in mind. I–"
"What could you have done?" Natasha interrupted. "This is beyond throwing your shield at a problem, Steve, this is… politics, and choices, and agendas."
"That's what it started as," Sam interjected, drawing the attention of the safehouse's other three occupants. "But now it's just about twelve ordinary people, and whether or not they think Maggie is guilty."
"But she's not," Wanda breathed, her fingers twitching against her knees.
"I think we're all in agreement there," Nat said with a wry smile. She turned back to the TV. "It's about whether they are."
Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw Steve's knee start jumping again. He sighed. "Steve." The blonde looked up, jaw clenched. "We can't influence whatever happens in that courtroom. But we can be there if anything goes wrong. And Shuri said she's really close to a cure for the trigger words, so we can help Maggie with that no matter where she is. You haven't failed."
Steve turned back to the television, where a reporter was interviewing a man wearing a t-shirt with a design of a broken Iron Man mask on it. "Lock her up!" the man chanted. "Lock her up!"
Steve sighed and his knee fell still. "Kinda feels like I have."
Thurgood Marshall United States Courthouse, New York City
When the bailiff came it was almost anti-climactic. Maggie was looking out at New York with her head on Tony's shoulder, so when the door opened she just assumed it was someone coming or going, and kept her gaze fixed on the window. She imagined flying over the skyscrapers, over the glittering river and the wide green space of Central Park.
So she was relaxed, her body loose and her eyes on the city she'd come to love when she heard: "The jury's reached a verdict. Please come downstairs."
Tony tensed up under her ear, and as if it was contagious Maggie's whole body went rigid. The bailiff left, leaving her frozen by her brother's side and staring out the window. Her stomach plummeted.
Verdict. It sounded so final.
Probably because it was.
Tony's hand settled over hers, his fingers rough with calluses and shaking slightly. "C'mon Maggot," he said in a strangled voice. "Up and at 'em."
Suddenly she found she could move again. She got to her feet, numb to the eyes on her, and walked toward the open door.
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