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Trials and Tribulations of the Oathkeeper by DeadlyMaelstrom711
 TV » Game of Thrones Rated: M, English, Drama & Romance, [OC, Sansa S.] Daenerys T., Jon S., Words: 859k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Apr 16, 2018 Updated: Feb 11, 2020 2,418Chapter 126: The Stage is Set
YEAR 304 AC
In the war room of King's Landing…
Daveth paces the floor of a small courtyard on which a painted mural of Westeros has been done beautifully. He looks down upon it – taking in every detailed structure of the map: every stronghold, lakes, rivers and mountainous terrain… he studied them all. The Young Stag wasn't just donning his royal attire, but rather clad in his black armor—his Valyrian steel sword Stormbringer remained strapped to his waist, tapping the pommel anxiously; all his six years ruling the Seven Kingdoms from the Iron Throne have been spent preparing the entire realm for this inevitable confrontation.
The artisan painter in the corner finishes up what's left of some coastlines along the administrative region of the North; before long the painter looks up at the sound of someone's footsteps approaching and puts away his brushes to give the King some privacy.
"How long are you going to keep staring at that mural, nephew?" approached Tyrion, his uncle and Hand. "You've been quiet these last Small Council meetings."
The Young Stag shook his head. "I've been standing here, looking at this map for… I don't know how long. Has word been sent to Dragonstone?"
"Word has already been sent as quickly as possible. Lord Stannis and the majority of his forces, along with the Royal Fleet, have been forced to evacuate as many as possible. Only Ser Rolland Storm and a small token force will remain behind, though the island itself will still fall. But I'm sure you knew that already. I suppose it doesn't matter now, does it?"
Daveth shook his head. "No. It doesn't matter now," he replied.
Tyrion could sense the barest hint of vulnerability slipping momentarily through Daveth's calm exterior. When he was informed of Daenerys Targaryen sailing her forces to Westeros and of Euron Greyjoy's return, Daveth was quiet. Who could blame him? How could you get ready for something like this? Even he's never faced such a test of this scale. The Young Stag, meanwhile, looked away from his uncle and returned his focus back to the mural as Tommen and Myrcella entered as well.
"Brother," they announced. "We wondered where you were."
Daveth glanced at them from the corner of his right eye, his back still faced to them. Since then, his sister Myrcella had started developing a small bump on her belly. Tommen, in the meanwhile, remained innocent looking despite whatever muscles he was able to develop for his physique.
"This is it… isn't it?" Myrcella imposed.
"Yes, my sweet sister. It is," he answered. "Daenerys Targaryen has chosen Jon Connington to be her Hand. Right now they're sailing across the Narrow Sea at the head of an armada, hoping to take back the Iron Throne. If what Varys' little birds say is true, he'll be leading the Targaryen host. Formulating all her battle plans. Cold, ruthless, calculating. Connington will stop at nothing to secure victory. Like our grandfather, Lord Tywin Lannister. As he did for the Mad King, he now gives his daughter counsel. Uncle Tyrion and I have already determined they'll be landing here on Dragonstone," he points to an eponymous island in the Blackwater Bay hundreds of miles northeast of the capital. "It has deep-water ports for the ships and it's also where she was born 22 years ago. But with Stannis ordering a forced evacuation, both the castle and the island itself will fall to the Targaryens while the rest of our fleet will be left forming a defensive blockade around the capital until they receive further instructions."
"Do you feel ready, brother?" asks Tommen. "I mean, considering how the maesters are calling this a war to end of all wars. I just hope there's still a Westeros left to protect. And everyone's counting on you to do it for us once again. It must be overwhelming."
'That would be quite a monumental understatement, Tommen, especially considering there are three full-grown dragons in our enemy's arsenal. The same as her ancestor Aegon when he conquered the Seven Kingdoms,' Daveth didn't look at him. "Enemies to the east. Enemies to the west; Euron Greyjoy has declared himself King of what's left of the Iron Islands. His forces have begun harassing the Shield Islands west of the mouth of the Mander. The same man who… ruined my life, slaughtered my friends in front of me at Lannisport as if they were animals, and routinely tortured me for his own amusement for half a year during the First Greyjoy Rebellion when I was a child. No matter how many enemies I face, how many trials and tribulations I've had to endure for fifteen years, there will always be more."
Tyrion interjected. "Well, as your Hand I must remind you to not forget about the allies we already have. The North, Vale, Westerlands, Riverlands, Reach, Stormlands, Dorne… all of them. Don't discount the effect of everything you've done for them. Cajoling with a few threats thrown here and there along with some tremendous self-sacrifice, no one else could have done what you did so quickly. The Seven Kingdoms are one because of you."
"But we worry you sometimes forget of the enormous strain you put on yourself," implored Myrcella. "There's not a single day that goes by where we lose sleep over your state of mind. Maybe it doesn't need to be said; maybe we're too dumb to say it."
"I haven't forgotten it," her brother responded.
"Just don't forget that you also have a wife who worries herself half to death about you. Gods be good, Sansa's the mother of your children."
Daveth shook his head with the thoughts of Sansa. With her pregnancy nearing its end, she would be bedridden until the delivery begins. Whether she'll give birth to a boy or a girl remains to be seen; but with war looming on the horizon, the Young Stag could barely focus—he's been mainly focused on fighting both Daenerys and Euron on two fronts. Sighing deeply, Daveth turns and walks to a nearby table and pours himself a glass of wine.
"I'm well aware of my wife's quality of mind and character, 'Cella. I still find myself surprised at the realization that I had settled down and started a family of my own. I had grown quite fond of them; which is why I will never stop fighting no matter the odds or whoever gets in my way."
Even while under pressure, the Young Stag's determination and willpower continue to drive him forward. In the pit of his stomach, though, he did sometimes wonder if what the Seven Kingdoms has to confront Daenerys might be enough or not. Just then Trystane arrived in the courtyard, wrapping one arm around Myrcella's waist.
"Your Grace, I've gathered the lords and ladies as you requested," he informed him. "They're waiting for you in the throne room."
"I see; time to begin the first phase then."
"'First phase'?" implored Tyrion.
"You'll see soon enough."
—In the throne room—
The throne room was gathered with a large assembly of people; Daveth sat on the Iron Throne. Tyrion and the other royal councilors stand at each side beside the King. Myrcella and Tommen were there too. Everyone of importance who is currently present in King's Landing all listen intently as Daveth speaks.
"I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here, my lords and ladies. You all know who is closing in on our shores. Daenerys Targaryen has come and we must be ready. The Crown is requesting that every maester to begin scouring their records on the history of dragons dating back to the War of Conquest as well as the Dance of Dragons. Until then, the Crown will institute a draft throughout every corner of the Seven Kingdoms to supplement our armies. Every able-bodied volunteer aged 15-60 will practice daily with swords, spears, pikes, bow and arrow. Our top military commanders will oversee their training personally and ensure they are well-trained, armed and disciplined. Ready for what's to come."
Murmurs began whispering through the halls; some uttering exclamations of a draft, other veterans nodded in agreement. It was wartime after all—and some measures needed to be taken.
"About bloody time," one lord concurred.
"We'll show these boys how to properly fight a war," another agreed.
"A draft? Don't you think 15 is a bit too young for our boys to be soldiers?" one lady voiced her concerns.
"My son…"
'It's still…' the Young Stag. "…not enough," he uttered quietly under his breath. "Not just the men, but also the women. If we're to ever make it through this war in one piece, my lords and ladies, we must acknowledge that our nation cannot simultaneously stave off a foe of this magnitude and utilize its full potential if only half the population is fighting. Such a tactical error proved a grave mistake when Aegon the Conqueror laid waste to Westeros."
Now the backlash began however brief it was.
"Hold on! You expect us to put a spear in our daughter's and granddaughter's hands—?" grumbled a lord.
Reina Fishport quickly cut him off. "So you'd rather sit by the fire and do nothing while the rest of us do the hard work? Well I got news for you, my lord: I may be a woman, but I've got no intention of knitting while men fight for me and I'm every bit of Westerosi as you."
He quickly fumbled on his own words at the commoner-turned-noble chewed him out. "No one is questioning—"
"Oh, but you just did. And I certainly don't need your permission to defend our home," she looked up at the King. "Summerhall will begin training every man, woman, boy and girl. We'll show the Targaryens that a united Westeros won't go down that easily without a fight."
'Clever girl, Reina. Sometimes it takes another to show us the truths we hide from ourselves.' Daveth nodded as the grumbles died down. "In the meantime, we need to shore up our city's defenses and fleet's capabilities with long-range artillery weapons. Our newly improvised scorpions will be mounted on the walls, battlements and watchtowers; the same goes with our naval forces. Only together will the sons and daughters of Westeros not only defend our country, but usher in a new generation… with all of you as its forefathers."
The crowd starts cheering and applauding. Once the audience was removed, they were all alone. Tyrion, Myrcella and Tommen look at each other in somewhat concern as Daveth did not sit back down.
"Mind explaining to me about what it is you just said, nephew? Men and women soldiers?" Tyrion whispered. "15 to 60 years old—"
"I know what you're going to say, uncle," he cut him off. "You handle diplomatic affairs, I'll deal with military. Each fills in the gaps of the other. The draft is only temporary until the war is over. Do you have any faith in me at all?"
Myrcella quietly chimed in. "Don't say that, brother. You know we do," she insisted.
"I'm sure you must have your reasons, but…" Tommen piped up.
"I know."
Tyrion sipped his wine. "And what of Euron Greyjoy? Surely you've noticed it's not one-on-one, but a three-way free-for-all."
Daveth glanced at his feet in silence. He began tapping the pommel of his blade again and felt his skin beginning to feel a slight itch.
"Daveth?" his sister pressed.
The Young Stag somewhat hesitated; the mere mention of his old tormentor's name twisted in stomach in knots, sent chills running up and down his spine as well as his heart beating a few ticks faster.
"You don't know him. I do," he shook his head.
"Then help us understand," Tyrion suggested. "If the man frightens you this much, then we need to know everything about him. Tell us so we can figure out how to beat him."
He inhaled and exhaled shakily. "Daenerys and her dragons may seem like our biggest threat, but take it from me: Euron Greyjoy is a vicious bastard. He's worse than Joffrey and Ramsay combined; wildly unpredictable, relentless, cruel, intensely sadistic and an utter psychopath… yet is fearless and highly intelligent, capable of long-term strategies with the skills needed to back it up; pure, unrestrained evil—a person with no ounce of remorse and finds sheer joy and pleasure in doing what he does. Once Euron gets a hold of you he…" Daveth momentarily pauses, still bearing the psychological scars of his past. "…he won't just torture you for his own amusement. He'll subject you to far worse… like he did to me."
"Like what?" asked Tommen.
Daveth gripped his arms more tightly. "I'd rather not say. Reopening old wounds isn't going to help anyone," he declined.
"I'll send word to Lord Redwyne in the Arbor. With any luck, his fleet should be able to—"
"It's not enough. Euron's a genius when it comes to naval warfare – more so than Victarion. Underestimate him or make even the slightest mistake only one time and it's all over." Daveth noticed his siblings staring at him intently. "I… I need to go. I need some air."
"O-of course, brother," Tommen nodded understandably.
"Just stop by Sansa and your kids," Myrcella suggested.
"I will."
Daveth descended the steps of the throne—accompanied by his Kingsguard. Upon pushing each door open, the Young Stag moved to steady his anxiety. War was coming to Westeros; dragons, Unsullied, Dothraki… and Euron Greyjoy. Each was more deadly than the other, though to Daveth he considered Euron the most dangerous of them all. Clenching his fist into a tight ball, Daveth turned to ascend the steps of Maegor's Holdfast. He needed some relief and comfort before throwing himself into the thick of war again.
"'Ours is the Fury'," he silently told himself. "Father, Ned… Lord Arryn, give me the strength, guidance and wisdom to make it through this. We'll need every ounce of it. These are rather perilous times."
Near Dragonstone…
Daenerys gazes intently out towards the island of Dragonstone. Having already dispatched four to five row boats that have already gone on ahead of her, she watched from the shorelines as she saw a pile of bodies being thrown onto the sand. Her Hand of the Queen Jon Connington was already ordering the men to begin preparations for the arrival of their rightful monarch. Behind her were the sails of her armada – red dragons on a black field.
'Home,' she thought dreamily. 'I'm finally home.'
Sitting alongside Daenerys are Missandei, Grey Worm and Captain Strickland. She stands at the bow of their rowboat before pulling at the oars, bringing them closer and closer to shore. Above them Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion fly lover over Daenerys' head, screeching out in excitement. The three dragons soar over the island, its beaches, cliffs and the castle itself. It's an awe-inducing sight—a reminiscent of her ancestor Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives Rhaenys and Visenya Targaryen arriving at this very island over 300 years ago.
The significance of this moment is written all over her face. Connington stood in the shadow of the cliffs, his eyes sweeping over the lifeless bodies that lay before him. He expected to face hard resistance from the three hundred soldiers in Stannis Baratheon's garrison, not a token force of fifty men. To say the scout's reports were inaccurate would be an understatement. There was no sign of the Lord of Dragonstone and his family anywhere, nor was there anyone residing in the castle.
"Mmm. Something's not right. I expected us to face a heavy resistance. It's almost as if they knew the armada would land here," Connington thought to himself. "But there's no possible way they could have known. Unless…"
"Forgive me for saying so, my Lord Hand, but you seem lost in thought. May I ask what you're doing?" asked Ser Myles the Blackheart in a low voice, an exiled knight of House Toyne and Golden Company captain-general. Despite his fearsome reputation, he was good friends with Connington.
"Huh. The scouts report was grossly inaccurate. There were 50 of Stannis Baratheon's garrison stationed here not 300 and the Royal Fleet was nowhere to be seen," he examined the island's surroundings.
"Meaning?"
"Taking stock of our current situation. During my brief time as Hand of the King under Aerys the Second, I found myself asking the same question over and over again. What am I not seeing? Lord Stannis isn't here. The Royal Fleet isn't at anchor. What does that tell us? The Oathkeeper knew we would land here and planned accordingly. And yet, I don't think he realizes he's handing us a strategic advantage. We not only have a harbor to anchor our ships but easy access to the Blackwater Rush. And to King's Landing itself."
"Probably 'cause he knows we've got dragons and a large army, eh? Probably not wanting this place to be like another Harrenhal?" Myles gloated. "The perfect route for an invasion. We can strike tonight, end the war before it begins—"
'If you know anything, the Baratheons don't run from a fight and are exceptionally powerful warriors. Robert made sure I knew that fact personally at the Battle of the Bells. In fact, they take a time to analyze the situation and weigh their options before making their move. Regardless, with Dragonstone under our control it does give us a strategic advantage in this area: we have a harbor to anchor our ships and gives us access to the entrance of both the Blackwater Rush and King's Landing itself, cutting off access. An obvious route for an invasion, but I'm sure that's what this new Baratheon is aware of. We'll need to acquire more information first.' Connington theorized. "No. It's too perfect. If I know anything, the Baratheons don't run from a fight. They analyze the situation and weigh all available options. And then they make their next move. Daveth knew we would land here. That means he anticipates us assuming the capital is ours for the taking. We will do nothing for the time being. For now, I want you to send a message to all the noble houses of the Narrow Sea. Tell them House Targaryen now controls Dragonstone. Tell them those who bend the knee to Queen Daenerys will keep their lands and titles, and those who refuse will be met with fire and blood." Connington turned towards the company spymaster. "Lysono, dispatch your spies to learn what we can learn of our foes. Captain Strickland, while we acquire more information, have the Golden Company flex its muscles for a while. Once we're ready, we can begin."
Ser Myles huffed and complied, leaving Connington alone on the beach to wave over the rowboats. The one carrying Daenerys lands on the sandy beach first; the Dragon Queen climbs out and onto solid ground. She walks slowly up the beach, soaking it all in. Grey Worm, Missandei and Captain Strickland allow her to have a moment before they too disembark.
Daenerys' boots leave footprints in the damp sand before she enters the shadow of Dragonstone's cliffs and lowers herself to one knee. She reaches a hand down and slowly pressures her bare palm against the ground; a simple gesture.
"Welcome back to Dragonstone, Your Grace," Connington greeted her. "This is where your origins began. Here, on this island at that fortress 22 years ago. It was also where your ancestors landed before the Doom of Valyria."
"And where me and Viserys were absconded to safety to the Free Cities," she mused, leaving a handprint in the sand and rubbing the damp sand between her fingers. "But this refuge can also be a reminder that life starts anew."
Daenerys stands up and resumes walking with her contingency of Unsullied, Dothraki and Golden Company sellswords following after her. Daenerys approaches a great iron gate, just up from the beach. The gate is flanked by huge stone dragon's heads. She halts, staring up at it. Two of her Unsullied continue past her and push upon the gate's massive doors which slowly swung open, revealing a long winding stone stairway, and beyond it - the castle of Dragonstone. The Dragon Queen gazes up at it for a long, poignant moment. It's her birthplace, her stronghold, her home. She walks up and through the gate.
Daenerys, Connington, Missandei, Grey Worm and Captain Strickland walk through the gates and up the walkway before entering the foyer. The island fortress feels dim inside after the bright sunlight outside. As they make their way through the corridors, Daenerys stumbles upon a tapestry bearing the stag sigil in a fiery red heart of Stannis's House Baratheon of Dragonstone. She pauses and looks up at it before reading out and giving it a hard yank, watching it slump to the floor.
"More of the Usurper's blood defiling my ancestors' legacy and filling its halls with their stench," the Dragon Queen remarked with a sense of disgust.
She leaves the banner in a heap and walks toward a set of tall ornate doors while her Unsullied open the doors, revealing Dragonstone's impressive audience chamber. The Lord of Dragonstone's seat stares from the far end of the audience chamber; although not the Iron Throne, it is quite grand in its own right—hewn from the raw living rock that the island itself is made of. Shafts of light illuminate it from the audience chamber's tall narrow windows. It a seat fit for a King, or a Khaleesi.
Daenerys walks down the length of the audience chamber and approaches the lord's seat, ascending the steps to her throne and gazes upon it. Her eye line shifts slightly, continuing past it and passes through a door leading into the Chamber of the Painted Table itself.
The great table that Aegon the Conqueror commissioned dominates the room.
Daenerys walks slowly up the length of the table, running her fingers over its coastlines – the nation she believes she was meant to rule. Connington follows after her in solemn silence, gazing up at the carved dragon reliefs that decorate the walls.
Finally, the Dragon Queen stops at the far end and turns around, casting her gaze over the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Daenerys observed her generals discussing battle plans for their invasion of Westeros. A thundering boom run in the distance outside; the Dragon Queen glanced out the window to see storm clouds approaching Dragonstone fast.
"Shall we begin?" she motioned.
Chapter End
Author's Note: Well guys, we've officially dove into the first chapter of Season 7 with Daveth Baratheon and Daenerys Targaryen overseeing preparations for battle. A private conversation with Daveth and Tyrion revealed that they basically told Stannis to give up Dragonstone with the royalist naval forces and come to King's Landing before they enemy hit them. In the first moment we get the sense that the Oathkeeper might have a bit of a PTSD flashback when discussing Euron Greyjoy with his family, but I'll let you guys figure that part out for yourselves. Makes him feel human, vulnerable. Meanwhile, Jon Connington has a Tywin moment after arriving on Dragonstone ahead of Daenerys. Think he'll be the brains behind Daenerys' military operations when their armies clash? Thoughts? Let me know.
C.E.W: So now Daenerys has arrived at Dragonstone with her armies, and it won't be long before she strikes. The question is... where? I can only hope that Daveth has mobilized the armies of the Reach, the Stormlands and Dorne as a start. Together they equal an army big enough to rival the Dothraki.
Bio RL: I hope he leaves behind his problems, on this occasion should have the infamous fury Baratheon. (I hope Daveth captures Yara and Euron and destroys them both)
Guest #3: I love this chapter.I can't wait.️️
Guest #2: Ok chapter but I have a problem with it. Why abandon dragonstone? If it's indefensible at least pack it full of wildfire and bomb it at soon as Daenerys lands. It could even take out her dragons
—Trouble is it would be over too quick; both would gain a strategic advantage
FrostedFlakes: Poor poor Khaleesi, she's got no support. Also improved Scorpions are the ones which Euron used to kill Rhaegal or the one which Bronn used to shoot Drogon?
—Yes
Rezan: This is sick, I cannot wait to read how Daveth deals with Daenerys.
DarkFireCat5241999: I give it ten years till westros goes back to killing each other
O: Daveth will win no doubt about that but at what cost. Daveth his a master in warfare and has Tyrion who is a master politician who cares for the people and other advisors who are equally competent in their areas. While Danerys only have bias advisors who will tell her want she wants to hear, Connington will just want to kill everyone who thinks betrayed his 'Beloved' he is worst then Tywin. At least the old lion gives one chance to show mercy Connington will not. And Dany believes she has support but she does not and she believes Daveth to be a dictator but he is not. So what will Daveth price be I wonder.
Bad Ass Female Fighter: This is intense. SNOW, YOU BETTER GET THAT DEAD BAST*RD AS FAST AS YOU CAN BEFORE THESE TWO RIP THE COUNTRY APART!
Chris the Metis: With Devath preparing for the one of the showdown by building his forces but it will take brilliant tactics, strategies, luck and ruthlessness to overcome the dragon. Daenerys at last arrive on Westeros land should have known is that all of Westeros is against her, she have no choice but to show no mercy if she want them want to kneel before her it will take brilliant tactics, strategies, luck and ruthlessness to destroy the stag.
RHatch89: Daenerys was right. Westeros isn't her home, and the fact that she is trying to force it to be and everything to be the way she always assumed it would be is kinda sad. Connington once again proved how little knowledge they truely have on Daveth, as he expected Daveth to approach them the same way Robert did during the Rebellion, and add in the fact that they had to wait until they reached Dragonstone to have their spies gather information, where as Varys has been feeding Daveth information this whole time. So really, Daenerys may believe she has the upper hand, but really she and Connington are so far outclassed, it isn't funny.
Chosen-One-92: I get that you want him to seem vulnerable, but careful you don't over do it here. There's a fine line between a healthy fear of someone who previously tormented you and being reduced to a simpering shivering wreck, freezing up. He's a Baratheon. I'd have expected any fear would only inspire rage in him. Especially given he's been ruling successfully for years no - he has little cause for self doubt.
Regardless, I can't wait for the next 4 chapters over the next couple of weeks. An extensive invading force against a unified Westeros led by a Baratheon, Tywin Lannister and Randyl Tarley with seven armies in one. Thing is you have Jon and Dany in the tags but I don't see Jon allowing himself to betray Sansa (especially a different Sansa from season 7 and 8) so I look forward to seeing where you go. My big question is to see who dies where without the GoT plot armor, see you next time.
ABEBOABDU: man really hope deveth gets over his fear of euron because the entire realm needs him to be on his A-game
Guest #1: This is now my bread, i will eat only when this appears
domgk115: Are we going to hear from the North next update? I didn't see Rob or Jon this chapter unless I missed it, im curious to see how Daveth reacts to the army of the dead? Does Robb even believe yet?
—Difficult to say. I mean Robb trusts Jon, but I'm not sure he believes the White Walkers have returned - keep in mind though he hasn't seen what Jon has; no one has.
Riverdog: Great chapter!
Shall we begin.
I can just see a scene like with Avengers Endgame Portals were they all come to fight at the end. Instead of the Avengers its all the Great Houses standing side by side being lead by Daveth against Dany. Her seeing she has no support from the Houses expect from Yara. Then I can just see Daveth saying Westeros Assemble. LOL it would be funny and cool
Cant wait for the next chapter
Vhb: Great chapter on trials and tribulations of the oathkeeper, so can you please put up the next chapter to the story now please
harisnorw: Can't wait to see the targaryens get crushed by the one true king daveth, they stand little chance even with dragons.
Hear My Fury: Well, I'm gonna keep saying it, you need to make Dany the Mad Queen in this story, she has no allies, only exiles and most likely will be given bad advice from someone like Connington. Also, she doesn't have the love of the people not like Daveth and Sansa do. And I'd be traveling more by land from now on considering Euron. I expect however for Daveth to have a Theon moment where he's frightened by Euron but eventually overcomes his fears. Hell, if Jaime still kills him like in the show to avenge his nephew, I'd be fine with that. Hell, it might be even better off for Jaime considering he still has both hands and if he easily defeated Euron there, than Euron is gonna be killed in two moves. And Connington? Yeah, sure just demand allegiance or die. So stupid. Also, have the dragons get actually wounded by those scorpions, unlike in the show where Drogon gets hit once and is fine, yet with Rhaegal, one hit alone is enough to mortally wound him.
mpowers045: Oh boy this is going to be a biggest one yet, I hope
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