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You will love him, hate him, pity him, and fear him.

His birth was prophesied by an ancient order who worshipped the Earth Goddess, Gaia, five hundred years in advance of his incarnation.  Their descendents, a coven of witches based near the legendary Stonehenge, seek to guide him on the path of the wise, but first they have to find him.

He was raised by a mother who cursed his existence, and he was empowered by magick.  He dreamed of restoring the natural balance of Mother Earth and populating the planet with his magickal spawn.  He was a genius, a lover of all that was beautiful, and as "Professor Midnight" he became one of the most revered ‘magicians’ (wizards) of all time. 

This is the haunting tale of his heritage, his childhood, and his odyssey into witchcraft and the sciences.  Enter, if you dare, the world of Professor Midnight

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Format: Paperback
Number of pages: 293
Genre:  Fiction Thriller





Author: Peter Andrew Wright and Lynn Santer 
Imprint: Zeus
Publisher: Zeus Publications
Date Published: 2005
Language: English



This book has been condemned by the Church


PETER ANDREW WRIGHT has been a policeman, a labourer, and a zookeeper; it was in Tooronga Zoo where he fell in love with the wildlife of our planet.
He has had an interest in magic since kindergarten, which developed into serious study of the occult in his adult life.  He is a musician, a singer, a philosopher, and a student of the natural world. He believes mankind's greatest gifts are the ability to love, to dream, and to develop a higher state of consciousness. 

Today Peter lives in Muswellbrook, NSW, where he composes songs and dreams of a better world.

Peter Andrew Wright

LYNN SANTER has won The American Chamber of Commerce Award for creative writer of the year, The Launch Film Festival "Best Independent Film" award for her short production "Lewis's Piano", her first novel "Sins of Life" was a best-seller for Minerva Press, and her thriller "Land of the Free" hit the top ten on and went on to be snatched up by seasoned Hollywood Executive producer, Jeff Mackler, for a feature adaptation.

She has won awards for her animal welfare work since she was 11 years old, and today she lives on the Gold Coast of Australia with her parents and her dog, Chelsea.

Lynn Santer

Read these reviews:

I stayed up all night to finish this remarkable saga, having reached the point where I just couldn't put it down!

What a roller-coaster of a read! From the Spanish Inquisition to the dawn of the Aquarian Age, "Professor Midnight" combines history, mystery, myth, magick, mysticism, metaphysics and science-fiction to enthral the reader with a swiftly-paced haunting tale of a messianic heritage, life and legacy which I can only compare to R.A. Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land" and Frank Herbert's "Dune".

If you enjoyed "The DaVinci Code", you'll love "Professor Midnight"! This supernatural thriller is replete with well-researched Gaian Wizardry, occult wisdom, ancient legend, cryptic prophecies, Pagan Witchcraft, arcane lore, esoteric Orders, secrets of the Vatican, Alchemy, genetics, Presidential politics, and unforgettable characters bound together by Fate, Destiny, and eternal Love.

As the story built to its inevitable cosmic climax, I kept thinking what a great movie it would make. I can only hope that some genius producer discovers this mythic epic and brings it to the wide screen, where it truly belongs!

Oberon Zell-Ravenheart
Headmaster, Grey School of Wizardry
Author of Grimoire for the Apprentice Wizard

Oberon Zell-Ravenheart is a Wizard and Pagan Elder.  He was the first to apply the term "Pagan" to the newly emerging Nature Religions of the 1960s, and through 30 years of publishing Green Egg, Oberon was instrumental in the coalescence of the Neo-Pagan movement.  

In 1970, he formulated and published the theology of deep ecology that has become known as "The Gaia Thesis."  

Oberon is the primary sculptor of The Mythic Images Collection (, and author of "Grimoire for the Apprentice Wizard".
 As Headmaster of the online Grey School of Wizardry (, Oberon is internationally known and respected.  

He has been called "the real Albus Dumbledore to aspiring Harry Potters!" - Lee Prosser, Fate Magazine, September, 2004. 

That Oberon Zell-Ravenheart has taken a personal interest in this book and proposed feature film is a testament to the power of this story. 

Reviewed by Shayne Hall, Oz Witch Magazine, Reviewer for 20th Century Fox

In the world of literature, this novel could best be described as a diamond in a field of glass.  Lynn Santer's aim to enthral has clearly hit the mark with a rare calibre of truth interwoven with fiction.

In what can only be regarded as emotional magnetism, this book takes hold and keeps us firmly entrenched in the trials and tribulations of the main character, Professor Midnight.

Born half a millennium after his foretold reincarnation, Vincent Alvarado enters a world of turmoil where nature is seen as a market for mankind's insatiable disregard for Gaia, the mother of all inhabitants.  Fuelled by his desire to eradicate the lands of this wanton destruction, Vincent embarks upon a journey that takes him to the very depths and heights of despair and jubilation.

A kaleidoscope of joy, fear, love and frustration drives him through a world determined to either embrace him or destroy him. In his persona of 'Professor Midnight', the desperate Vincent seeks the solution through only those he can fully trust- his own spawn. 

However, all is not in accordance with his dreams, and even his inherited magical powers are often thwarted by those who race him in the quest for domination.  Every corner becomes a new twist- a tangent from our expectations that sets this story apart from the rest.  Will he be the hero, or the villain?

This novel has multi-faceted appeal with its combination of history, fantasy and secret teachings of the occult.  The storyline is captivating on a general level, while the deeper aspects of the Craft may only reveal themselves to seasoned practitioners of the sacred ways.  No matter what the individual scope of the audience, the various aspects of this remarkable plot afford no detraction from the overall mastery of Lynn's work.

It is rare for me to encounter fiction with an aura that touches the soul of a kindred spirit.  Lynn Santer has delivered that touch. 





The concept of an inquisition and inquisitorial procedure lies deep in the roots of world history.  Inquisitions were used during the decline of the Roman Empire until the Spanish Inquisition’s collapse in the early 1800s.  They were run by both civil and church authorities in order to root out non-believers from a nation or religion. 

The Spanish Inquisition was used for both political and religious reasons.  Spain was a nation-state born out of the religious struggle between a range of belief systems including Catholicism, Islam, Protestantism and Judaism.  Following the Crusades and the Reconquest of Spain by the Christian Spaniards, the leaders of Spain needed a way to unify the country into a strong nation.  Ferdinand and Isabella chose Catholicism to unite Spain, and in 1478 asked permission of the pope to begin the Spanish Inquisition to “purify” the people of Spain. 

In 1483, Tomas de Torquemada became the Inquisitor General for most of Spain. He was responsible for establishing the rules of inquisitorial procedure and creating branches of the Inquisition in various cities.  He remained the leader of the Spanish Inquisition for fifteen years, and is believed to have been responsible for the execution of around two thousand Spaniards.  Accused heretics were identified by the general population and brought before the tribunal.  They were given a chance to confess their heresy and encouraged to indict other heretics.  If they were cooperative the accused could be sentenced to prison or released all together.  If they refused to co-operate, these hapless souls were publicly executed as part of a large ceremony. 

The Spanish Inquisition’s reign of terror was not suppressed until 1834, after nearly four centuries of bloodshed.  


Since before the time of man made and organized religion there has always been magick – an empowering belief that in the modern world is known as “Wicca”.  The words “Magick” and “Wicca” conjure up images of witches murmuring over bubbling cauldrons, fragrant herbs drying near old stone hearths, and covens joyously dancing under the moonlight while chanting their spells into manifestation.  The ancient spiritual traditions of Western Europe have survived the ages, the Inquisitions, and even laws of the modern world that have tried to demonize and make “illegal” the practice of “the craft”.

One of two roots of the modern word “witch” is the Old English “wyk”, which means to bend or shape, in this case bending and shaping energy.  The other origin is the Anglo-Saxon word “wit”, meaning to have knowledge or wisdom.  These roots imply that those who best made magick were people who studied and worked with their craft, all the while gaining wisdom to perfect it.  By using this wisdom witches can shape and bend the physical world to reflect their will, actually altering the landscape of reality.  Magick is a natural force drawn upon for thousands of years to help shape lives for the better.  It heals, comforts, and gives hope in the face of despair.  It offers positive focus while working towards goals, permitting the witch to recognize self-control over reality. 

Witches care for and work with nature, recognizing that all things contain an energy force that they can tap into and harness.  They recognize and work with Deity in many forms, but reject utterly the notion of the devil.  Rather witches accept the universal concept of balance, that is to say for one to know pleasure one also has to know pain, to balance light there is dark, for yin there is yang (male and female) and that for good to exist there must also exist evil.  As with all power, be it political, financial, emotional or spiritual, there is always the potential for abuse … a slide to the “dark side”.

Various paths to Wicca and Paganism are gathering momentum in modern times.  Although not all Pagans are Wiccan, all Wiccans are Pagan and many believe that the Pagan faith is the fastest growing “religion” in the world today.  In this, “The Age of Aquarius”, Pagans recognize a cosmic energy shift from Pisces (the Christian fish) to Aquarius, the energy of the water bearer, seen as pouring the light of higher consciousness onto the earth.  As Aquarius is an air sign, this indicates that change is in the air in a big way.  Those stuck in illusory comfort zones are gradually discovering the populous will no longer blindly accept that elements of their lives are beyond their ability to control. 

According to Astrologers, “The Age of Aquarius” was ushered in January 23rd, 1997, at 17:35 GMT.  Is it coincidence then that at precisely 17:35 GMT on January 23rd, 1997, the star chart for Jerusalem cast the most perfect Star of David ever seen in history?  The odds of this happening by chance are over a billion to one.  Many felt this heralded the “end of times”, as written in the Bible, but rather it appears to be the end of an era and the dawning of a new world order. 

This is also the age of the Indigo and Crystal children, children born with significantly enhanced psychic abilities and spiritual awareness.  In an attempt to classify these children by society’s accepted standards of “normal”, many have often been labeled as having Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) and other conditions deemed untreatable.  Children who hear voices are branded as having over-active imaginations, or worse being clinically abnormal.  These children are multi-faceted and able to “see” outside of our “normal” sphere of reality.  Often these children feel isolated and alone, rather than understanding they have a special gift.  Instead of being nurtured, the Indigos and the Crystals are frequently misunderstood, leaving the doorway open for troubled minds to develop in adult life. 

One theory about the Crystal and Indigo children is that they are the physical incarnations of souls who have lived in human form many times before, hence they have developed a higher level of cosmic wisdom and psychic skill.  It is also said that up to the age of sometimes six years old these children have memories in this life of their past lives.  One of the vast numbers of examples on record that tend to prove this theory came from someone very close to the author.  Two brothers, aged five and seven, had seen a news report that troubled them.  When they went to bed in their bunk beds that night, the older brother became panic stricken, screaming hysterically in fear of his own mortality.  No matter what the parents did they couldn’t calm him down.  The younger brother listened to his big brother and his parents for some time, calmly taking in all the Catholic doctrine that was being taught.

When finally the younger brother realized the older brother would not be appeased, he climbed onto the upper bunk bed and said in the most composed manner, “Don’t worry.  You don’t die.  You just come back in a new suit.”

His parents were speechless.  They didn’t believe in reincarnation, and no one had ever discussed the subject, much less described it in terms of coming back “in a new suit.”  From where does such a concept enter the mind of a five-year Catholic?

Humanity has developed many skills as it has evolved, skills that in the past may well have been considered supernatural and/or abnormal.  Such it is with the Crystal and Indigo children, and such it is with magick (aspects of which are increasingly being proven under scientific study and research).

Contrary to what the church and its cohorts would have the public believe, magick is not evil.  It does not draw on the devil or the anti-God as a catalyst for its success, and it does not attempt to thwart the natural laws of the universe.  These ideas were planted in people’s minds in a concerted effort to take away personal power and replace it with groveling loyalty to the church and the state, which at one time were inextricably linked.  In the St James version of the Christian Bible the word “witch” was used in place of “poisoner” in a key passage of Exodus in order to give the Church authority to carry out their witch hunts …





The night was building to a fierce crescendo as Tomas de Torquemada strode purposefully into the town square.  An imposing figure of man, Tomas dominated the landscape.  People, the rabble as he thought of them, cleared a path as if the ocean itself was parting for the most feared man in all of Spain.  The moonlight glinted off his highly polished black leather boots.  He paused briefly to light a pipe.  Glancing over the finely crafted wooded bowl of his mouthpiece, Tomas noticed with some satisfaction that the gathered crowd was larger than usual … and it was restless. 

He sucked deeply on the dark tobacco, leering at the young witch tied to a stake awaiting her fate.  His eyes hungrily contoured her buxom shape, wistfully considering the many good uses she could be put to if not for her date with destiny.  Her ample breasts heaved deeply as she braced herself for the fires of hell itself to consume her.  He imagined himself caressing those breasts, taking comfort in the fact that although he would never know the pleasure of her flesh she was certain to put on a good performance for the audience.  She looked deliciously terrified. 

Her eyes, wide as saucers, screamed with a fear her voice could not possibly project.  With over a decade of blood on his hands, Tomas knew how the crowd became intoxicated on the fear of another.  The regular chant was gathering impetus, “Burn, witch.  Burn!” 

Wallowing in his own power, Tomas didn’t notice a group among the crowd in long dark robes astride glistening black stallions.  Robes were commonplace in society, as were horses as a mode of transport. 

Blending into the background, with hoods obscuring their faces, occasionally one of the horsemen would check the night sky.

“You are certain our calculations were correct?” Angelo whispered, still gazing heavenward. 

“There can be no doubt,” the leader shot back, sitting rigidly in his saddle.

Francesco, the leader, scanned the crowd for one he knew would arrive any moment.  Sure enough, by pre-ordained clockwork, a young man in peasant’s clothing surreptitiously slithered through the townsfolk, his eyes burning with rage and determination. 

Seth Alvarado had seen many so called heretics meet a gruesome end at the hands of Tomas de Torquemada.  He had naively determined to save at least one poor soul from a torturous death by fire to make his distain and disgust for the ruling order known.  Earlier that day he had sharpened the blade of his knife, ready to cut the ropes that bound the witch’s hands.  His horse had been painstakingly trained in preparation for this moment, and stood ready to surge through the crowd on Seth’s command.  Over and over Seth had seen himself sweeping the witch from her funeral pyre and charging off with her into the darkness, hidden under the cover of night.  This was to be his stand, his statement that not everyone would blindly accept the harsh rule of tyrannical leaders.  As with many young men in his village, at the age of twenty Seth believed he could conquer the world.

Little did Seth know that Francesco and his men knew he was coming.  They knew it by the star alignment and by prophecy.  And they knew his attempts would fail.

Seth made rapid progress through the crowd, the entire time keeping his eyes fixed firmly ahead.  He knew that should his gaze wander, should he look fearful or concerned, someone in the crowd might consider him suspicious and thwart his well-planned efforts.  The torchbearers had begun their macabre march to the bonfire.  The crowd’s chanting was reaching fever pitch.  Seth seized the moment, leapt onto the tinderbox of chopped wood, and with one swift flick of his wrist cut away the twine that was eating into its victim’s skin.

“What are you doing?” Gasped the witch.

“I’m saving you,” Seth snapped back, somewhat annoyed at the obtuse question.

“You’re saving me?  Who’s going to save you?”

Seth looked into the petrified eyes of the young witch and smiled knowingly.  Placing his knife in its sheath, he whistled for his horse. 

“Francesco,” Angelo said urgently.

“I know.  I see it,” Francesco growled.

“He’ll be killed,” Angelo added.

“Not if we have anything to do with it,” the leader replied with conviction.

The crowd was already closing in on Seth, bearing their teeth like wild animals closing in for the kill.

“Stop him,” Tomas commanded his troops.

In the pandemonium that ensued, townsfolk and Spanish guards merged to pounce on Seth, as the young witch dropped to the ground hoping to disappear in the confusion.  Seth’s horse was good to his training, and surged into the angry mob, but it was too late.  In his innocence and blinding anger, Seth had failed to take into consideration that the numbers were simply stacked against him.  Before he knew it the crowd had recaptured the witch and were preparing to tie Seth to the stake with her.  He struggled against the grasp of the men holding his arms.

“You fools,” he yelled.  “What has this poor girl done to you?  She practices the craft of the apothecary.  She’s cured many of your children of ailments, and this is how you repay her?”

“Silence that heretic,” Tomas boomed.

One of the townsfolk, all too eager to impress the grand Inquisitor, grabbed a rag intending to shove it down Seth’s throat.  In that same instant the entire area became a blaze of color and smoke.  Women screamed and men ran as Francesco and his followers galloped forward.  The eyes of their horses seemed to glow an angry shade of red through the cloudy haze surrounding them.  Masks on the faces of the men gave them a zombie-like appearance.

“Wizards,” shrieked someone from the crowd.

“Wizards,” another echoed in unashamed terror.

“Wizards, wizards,” the chant went up, as people scattered for their lives.

Ignoring the chaos around them, Francesco and his men swooped on Seth and the witch, as a falcon effortlessly grabs its prey, whisked them astride their horses and rode off into the night.  Seth couldn’t help feeling that his rescue by these unknown masked men was precisely as he planned his own escape, and he was somewhat indignant that another had stolen the moment from him.  Still, he needed to remind himself that if not for his mysterious saviors he would have shared the witch’s fate.  And in any event, all he could do in the current circumstances was hold on tight and wait to see where these strangers were taking him.

With Spanish guards in hot pursuit, it took all their guile and knowledge of the forest for Francesco’s men to elude capture.  It was more than an hour later before they would contemplate slowing their pace, and in that entire time not a word was spoken.

Finally they reached a clearing in a part of the forest unfamiliar to Seth.  A humble looking log cabin, which appeared to be in some disrepair, stood ahead.

“Where is this place?” Seth asked cautiously.

“Somewhere safe,” Francesco announced in a manner that suggested no further questions would be welcomed.

As the men dismounted from their steeds, the witch was lowered to the ground.

“There’s a path over there through the forest to a village where you will be accepted,” Francesco pointed.

“How far is it?” Seth asked.

You needn’t concern yourself with that,” Francesco told Seth, removing his mask.  “The girl can go, but there is much we need to discuss.”

Bemused and exhausted, the young witch looked from Seth to Francesco, not knowing whether to be fearful of or grateful to these strange men.

“Go,” Francesco ordered.

She didn’t wait to be told twice, and scuttled off into the night.

“You can’t let her roam around in the woods at night unescorted,” Seth snapped at Francesco.

“She’s a witch,” Francesco replied simply.  “She knows the ways of the forest.  No harm will come to her.”

“And what of me?” Seth wanted to know.  “Why can’t I simply go with her?”

“Because there is much you need to know.”

Seth studied this extraordinary assembly, noticing that the horses had blinkers on with red glass fragments embedded on the outside.  It was this that had reflected the light, creating the illusion of the horses’ eyes glowing red.  The men’s masks were simple but effective designs too, producing an image of the living dead.

“Who are you?” Seth demanded to know.

“We are followers of Gaia,” Angelo replied proudly.


“Please, come inside.  We will explain everything.”

Curiosity overcame Seth’s nagging concern about his captors/saviors.  He followed Angelo, Francesco and the others into a surprisingly large room, sparsely furnished save for a circle of wooden chairs, and a large wooden table in the center with a pentagram carved on it.  In the corner of the room a large cauldron smoldered over hot coals.  The men in turn each ladled some of the contents into tankards.  Angelo offered one to Seth.  He looked at it apprehensively.

“What’s wrong?” Angelo asked.

“Do you expect me to drink that?” Seth inquired, with a tone of repulsion.


“What will it do to me?”

“Do to you?”  Angelo repeated, before realizing the basis of Seth’s concern.  “It’s broth.  It will warm you and nourish you,” he smiled.


“Is there an echo in here?  Yes, it’s broth.  What did you think it was?”

“Perhaps he thought we were going to turn him into a toad,” Francesco laughed.

With the first awkward moments out of the way, the men gathered around the table.  Seth took the one empty seat, wondering if it had always been kept vacant for him, and listened as in turn the men told him the most astonishing tale he had ever heard.

To begin with they explained that the color and smoke they’d used to disburse the crowd was nothing more than a clever combination of gunpowder and natural berries.  They explained how easily the uneducated could be fooled into believing parlor tricks were something supernatural.  But, they added, Seth should make no mistake about the fact that magick was very real … and very much a part of his own future.

To Seth’s astonishment, the men then admitted that they were indeed wizards, as the crowd had suspected.  They were in fact part of an ancient order that worshipped the Goddess Gaia. They had long known that a man would appear on this night, in this place, to save the life of witch, for it had been foretold for generations that the ancestor of the “Lord of the Future” would be tested on this night.  Should he fail, his bloodline would end and the earth, of which Gaia was Goddess, would suffer untold pain.  But should he succeed his descendant in generations to come would have the power to perform wonders beyond imagination.  This night was a pivotal moment in history.

“I am the ancestor of the ‘Lord of the Future’,” Seth scoffed.  “What nonsense is this?”

“Not nonsense,” Angelo replied calmly.  “Prophecy.  It is pre-ordained as we have read it in the stars, and in the cards, and in the runes, and in our own visions.  Each has confirmed the other since our order began.”

“And when was that?” Seth asked, with more than a tone of skepticism. 

Francesco proceeded to enlighten Seth about the worshippers of Gaia, detailing how in the time of Socrates and Plato a place now known as Athens was called Attica.  The whole of the Athenian empire spread through the Mediterranean from this ancient city.  Those who were called citizens of Athens were in fact people living throughout Attica, not necessarily in the city of Athens itself, although they all had to visit the capital from time to time to accomplish their civic duties.

The organization of Attica in the time of Socrates and Plato was the result of reform by Cleisthenes.  All citizens of Attica entitled to participate in the political institutions of Athens were divided into ten tribes, named after the ten eponym heroes, chosen by the oracle of Delphi.  Attica as a whole was divided into three regions: a peripheral zone along the coast called Paralia, a central area called Mesogeia, and a third area including Athens called Astu.  In all regions followers of Gaia, the Goddess of the earth planet, were active.  Francesco could trace his lineage back to the first high priest of Delphi. 

The oracle at Delphi was the first Gaia province before the march of patriarchal gods gave it to Apollo. According to legend, Gaia stretched out at the beginning of time and became the earth’s land.  The soil itself was seen as Gaia, and was so sacred in ancient times that an oath sworn or a promise made with one hand on the ground was irrevocable. 

The followers of Gaia believed in the beginning there was formless chaos ­ then chaos settled into form and the form was Gaia, the actual Earth.  She existed before time began, and Time (Kronos) was one of her many children.

Gaia desired others around her, and gave birth to a son (Uranus) who became her consort in the continual round of life, death and rebirth.  Uranus was so jealous of his mother’s other children that she feared he would destroy them and hence kept them hidden.  Her son Kronos eventually sliced off his brother Uranus’s genitals and the blood that spilled fertilized the earth and the cycle continued.

Gaia realized her work was imperfect, she considered it a work in progress as evolution is part of nature, and mankind’s ability to evolve into something that can enhance evolution was a part of that process.

Before any other religion there was Gaia and there was magick working in harmony with nature, the power of the supernatural and the natural working together as one … the supernatural being only an extension of the natural that the “average” person didn’t understand. 

Seth listened quietly, unable to absorb much of the enormity of what he was being told.  In an attempt to get a grasp on what it meant to him personally, and why these men should have taken such a particular interest in him as an individual, he stated simply, “But there is nothing special about me.”

“Ah, but there is,” Francesco said softly.

“I don’t understand.”

“You have the power – it is in your bloodline.  It is still weak and unfocused, but it is there make no mistake.”

Without another word of explanation, Francesco stepped outside, picked a leaf from a tree, and returned to the circle.

“Look at this leaf,” he instructed Seth.

Seth looked.

“Now look beyond it.”

“Beyond it?  I don’t understand.”

“Focus on the wall behind it, defocus your eyes on the leaf – look through it.”

Seth tried to do as he was told, and to his astonishment noticed a glowing aura around the leaf.  He stood up and backed away in shock.

“What you are seeing is the living essence that is in all things,” Francesco explained calmly.  “Sit down.  It won’t hurt you.”

Seth returned to his seat.

“Now, look into the leaf itself.  Become one with it.  Feel its life force.”

Seth tried to do as he was told.

“Now see your life unfold.  See yourself as an old man, ready to pass over into the next life.”

As Seth followed his instructions the leaf withered and died before his eyes.

“It’s a trick,” Seth spluttered.

“It’s no trick,” Francesco assured him.  “This is reality.  It’s your control over reality.  You need to learn and master the gifts you’ve been given, because you must pass this knowledge down through the generations.  When the one with great power is born he must understand how to use his birthright responsibly …”


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