I Found 3 Trash Bags in My Brother and SIL’s Basement – What Was Inside Shocked Me

Seven months pregnant, I agreed to house-sit for my brother and his wife while they vacationed. One afternoon, I stumbled across three mysterious trash bags in the basement. What I found inside made me run for my life and haunts me to this day.

“Run, faster, faster, Celina,” a voice screamed in my head as I stumbled through the dense woods behind my brother’s mansion. Seven months pregnant, I gasped for air, one hand clutching my swollen belly, the other pushing away branches that scratched at my face…

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A woman running in the woods | Source: Midjourney

The next bus stop was just beyond these trees. How could I have been so blind? So trusting?

I glanced down at my trembling hands, sticky with drying blood. Wiping them on my dress, I whispered, “We’re safe, my baby. We’re safe. Someone will get us home.”

It all started two weeks ago…

I was curled up on the couch, scrolling through my phone when it buzzed with an incoming call. My brother Victor’s name flashed on the screen.

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A smartphone with the screen flashing with an incoming call | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, big bro! What’s up?” I answered, trying to sound cheerful despite the tension that had been building between us lately.

“Celina! How’s my favorite sister?” Victor’s voice boomed through the speaker. “Listen, I’ve got a huge favor to ask. Anne and I are heading out of town for a week. A friend’s wedding plus a little vacation. Any chance you or Paul could house-sit for us?”

Before I could respond, I heard rustling and then my sister-in-law Anne’s voice came on the line.

“Oh, Celina, you’ll love staying here! Don’t worry about a thing, sweetie. The house practically runs itself.”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

I hesitated, thinking about the cold shoulder Anne had been giving me lately.

Our relationship had become increasingly strained over the past year, ever since Paul’s business took off and our financial situation improved dramatically.

Meanwhile, Victor had faced a string of failed ventures, and I could see the toll it was taking on him and Anne.

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Portrait of an upset couple | Source: Midjourney

The last straw seemed to be my pregnancy announcement. While the rest of the family had been overjoyed, Anne’s reaction was lukewarm at best.

She didn’t even bother to show up for the gender reveal party, citing being “too busy” when I called to ask why she’d missed it.

I knew it was a lie. Anne and Victor had been trying for years to conceive, with no success due to some health issues she faced. My easy pregnancy seemed to be salt in her wounds.

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A gender reveal party | Source: Midjourney

There was also the incident last month when Anne hosted a party to celebrate Victor finally landing a big contract. Paul and I weren’t invited, and when I politely confronted her about it later, she brushed it off with a flimsy excuse about “limited space.”

The hurt and confusion I felt then still lingered.

But now, here she was, asking me to house-sit. Was this her way of extending an olive branch? Maybe she was finally ready to move past her jealousy and resentment.

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A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

Despite my reservations, I found myself wanting to believe that this could be a turning point in our relationship.

“Sure, I’d be happy to,” I said, hope creeping into my voice. “When do you need me?”

“Morning, eight, yeah?”

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

As I hung up, my husband Paul walked in, his brow furrowing as he took in my expression.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

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A concerned man smiling | Source: Midjourney

I explained the situation, watching as concern clouded his features.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked gently. “Things have been tense with Anne lately.”

I sighed, rubbing my belly absently. “I know, but maybe this is her way of trying to patch things up? Besides, it might be nice to get away for a bit before the baby comes.”

Paul didn’t look convinced, his brow furrowing with worry.

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A worried man sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

“I wish I could join you, but I’ve got those crucial client meetings all week,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Are you absolutely sure about this, darling?”

I nodded, trying to project more confidence than I felt. “It’ll be fine, honey. I can handle it.”

Paul didn’t look convinced, but he nodded. “Alright, if you’re sure. Just promise me you’ll be careful, okay?”

I leaned in, kissing him softly. “I promise. I’ll be fine.”

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A pregnant woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

The following morning, I stood outside Victor and Anne’s mansion, waving goodbye to Paul as he drove away after dropping me.

My brother and sister-in-law emerged, suitcases in hand.

“Celina!” Victor swept me into a gentle hug, keeping a distance from my bulging belly. “Thanks again for doing this. We really appreciate it.”

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Silhouette of a woman standing outside a mansion | Source: Midjourney

Anne’s smile seemed forced as she air-kissed my cheek.

“Yes, thank you,” she said, her voice overly sweet. “Everything you need is inside. We’ve got to run to the airport. Have a great week, darling!”

And just like that, they were gone, leaving me alone in the massive house.

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A worried woman in a mansion | Source: Midjourney

I wandered from room to room, feeling oddly out of place.

My phone buzzed with a text from Paul: “Miss you already. Call if you need anything. Love you both. 😘

I smiled, replying quickly before settling onto the couch. As night fell, the house seemed to grow larger and emptier.

The taxidermied animals on the walls seemed to stare back at me, intensifying the feeling that I was being watched.

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A pregnant woman sitting amid an eerie display of taxidermied animals | Source: Midjourney

Three days passed in a blur of Netflix binges and long naps.

On the fourth morning, I decided to be a little productive. After my daily call with Paul, I cleaned the kitchen and headed to the basement to check on the furnace.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyes fell on three large garbage bags tucked in a corner.

“Weird,” I muttered. “Anne must’ve forgotten to take these out.”

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Three fully-loaded trash bags in a basement | Source: Midjourney

I snapped a quick picture, sending it to her with a joking message: “Forgot something? Don’t worry, I’ve got trash duty covered!😉”

Seconds later, my phone exploded with notifications. A text from Anne read: “DON’T TOUCH THEM! SERIOUSLY, GET OUT OF OUR BASEMENT! NOW.”

Before I could process her reaction, she called.

I answered, confused. “Anne? What’s wrong?”

“Celina, listen to me,” she hissed. “Get out of the basement. Now. Don’t look in those bags. Just go upstairs and pretend you never saw them.”

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A woman gaping in shock as she holds her phone | Source: Midjourney

“But—”

“Just Go. Please.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, backing away. “I’m leaving now.”

I hung up, my heart pounding. What could possibly be in those bags that would make Anne react like that?

Despite every instinct screaming at me to run, curiosity won out.

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An alarmed pregnant woman standing against the backdrop of trash bags in a basement | Source: Midjourney

I approached the nearest bag, my hands shaking as I untied the knot.

As I pulled it open, the bag tore and the contents spilled out onto the floor. The moment my eyes registered what lay before me, my blood turned to ice in my veins.

Ritual tools. Decayed chicken bones and feathers. And voodoo dolls. Dozens of crude, handmade dolls, each bearing a photo of MY FACE. Many were stained with a dark, reddish-brown substance and reeked of rot. The stench of decay filled the air, making my stomach churn.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, stumbling backward. “Oh my God, oh my God. This can’t be—”

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A voodoo doll with a woman’s picture on it | Source: Midjourney

I fumbled for my phone, dialing Paul with trembling fingers.

“Baby,” I choked out when he answered. “I need you to come get me. Now.”

“Celina, breathe,” Paul’s voice crackled through the speaker. “What happened?”

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A terrified woman gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

I tried to explain between gasps, my words tumbling out in a panicked jumble.

“Bags in the basement… voodoo dolls with my face… blood… Paul, I think Anne’s been trying to curse our baby!”

“Jesus Christ,” Paul muttered. “Okay, listen to me. Get out of that house right now. Don’t wait for me, just go to the bus stop on the main road. I’m on my way.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I raced up the stairs, pausing only to grab my purse before bolting out the front door. The woods behind the house offered a shortcut to the road, and I plunged in without hesitation.

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A frightened woman running in the woods | Source: Midjourney

Branches whipped at my face as I ran, my pregnant belly making it hard to maneuver. I could hear my ragged breathing, punctuated by the snapping of twigs beneath my feet.

Finally, I burst out onto the road, the bus stop just a few yards away. I collapsed onto the bench, gulping in air, my hands and clothes smeared with dirt and blood from my frantic flight through the woods.

Paul’s car screeched to a halt in front of me minutes later. He leapt out, rushing to my side. “Celina! Are you okay? The baby?”

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A startled man gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

I nodded weakly, allowing him to help me into the car. As we sped away, I recounted everything I’d seen in a shaky voice.

Paul’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted them,” he muttered. “Especially not Anne. The way she’s been acting lately…”

“I can’t believe she’d do this,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “My own sister-in-law… how could she hate me this much?”

Paul reached over, squeezing my hand. “We’ll figure this out, I promise. For now, let’s just get you home and safe.”

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A shocked woman holding her face | Source: Midjourney

The next few days passed in a haze of fear and disbelief.

Anne called repeatedly, but Paul insisted I shouldn’t speak to her until Victor returned. When they finally got back from their trip, I steeled myself for the confrontation.

We met at a neutral location, a quiet café downtown. Victor looked confused and concerned as I recounted what I’d found, while Anne’s face cycled through shock, anger, and finally, defeat.

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A shocked young man | Source: Midjourney

“Is this true?” Victor demanded, turning to his wife. “Have you been… what, practicing witchcraft against my sister?”

Anne’s shoulders slumped. “I… I was jealous,” she whispered. “Your sister got everything so easily… the perfect husband, the thriving business, the baby. I just wanted what she had.”

Victor recoiled in horror. “This is insane, Anne. You need help.”

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An alarmed woman looking at a man | Source: Midjourney

“I’m so sorry,” Anne sobbed, reaching for my hand. I pulled away, shaking my head.

“Sorry isn’t enough. You tried to hurt my baby. I can never forgive that.”

In the weeks that followed, our family splintered. Victor filed for divorce, unable to reconcile with Anne’s actions. My parents were devastated, torn between their children and the shocking betrayal.

As for me, I struggled to shake off the fear and paranoia that had taken root. Every unexplained noise, every twinge in my belly sent me into a panic.

Paul was my rock, holding me through tearful nights and accompanying me to every doctor’s appointment to ensure our baby was healthy.

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A sad woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

Slowly, life began to normalize. But as I sat in our nursery, folding tiny onesies and dreaming of the future, I couldn’t help but feel a lingering sense of unease.

My phone buzzed with a text from a friend: “How are you holding up?”

I typed out a response, trying to put my jumbled thoughts into words: “Still processing everything. It’s hard to believe someone so close could betray us like that. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: don’t blindly trust someone just because you know them. Terror can strike from unexpected places, even from those closest to you. Stay safe out there.🙏🏻

I set down my phone, resting a hand on my belly. Our daughter kicked, strong and healthy despite everything. “We’re okay, little one,” I whispered. “We always will be.”

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A woman holding her baby bump | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

I Never Thought That Losing Everything After Divorce, a Simple Twist of Fate Could Restore My Faith in Love — Story of the Day

After my divorce, I was left with nothing but a broken car on a dark road. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, a stranger appeared. That encounter changed everything in ways I never imagined.

As I drove along the coast, the wind whipping through the open window, I tried to focus on the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore. That old car was all I had left after the brutal divorce, the only thing that hadn’t been taken from me.

The whole thing had been unfair, a cruel twist of fate where I lost everything—my home, my savings, and my trust. That road trip was supposed to clear my mind, but the memories clung to me like a weight I couldn’t shake.

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“I can’t have children, Amanda,” I could still hear David’s voice echoing in my head.

His voice had been soft, even regretful as if he was the victim in all that. And I believed him. I had built our life around that lie and accepted a future without kids, all for him.

“It’s not that simple, honey,” he said whenever I brought it up. “We have each other, isn’t that enough?”

It wasn’t enough, but I convinced myself it was. Until SHE showed up.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, remembering the day David’s mistress came to our door. The smug look on her face, the way she casually placed her hand on her swollen belly.

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“David didn’t tell you, did he?” she sneered, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “He’s going to be a father.”

I felt the shame, the anger, burning in my chest again.

“You lied to me!” I had screamed at David that night, my world crashing down as he stood there, silent, unable to even defend himself. It was all so clear how he had played me.

Suddenly, the car sputtered.

“No, no, no, not now!” I muttered, slamming my foot on the gas, but it was no use.

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The car slowed to a stop. Of course, it died in the middle of nowhere. My phone was dead, too.

“Great,” I said aloud, stepping out of the car. “Just great. Alone on a deserted road. What now?”

Panic started to bubble up, but I tried to push it down.

“You’ve handled worse than this, Amanda,” I told myself, but the growing darkness around me said otherwise.

***

The headlights of a pickup truck pierced the thick darkness, and I felt the first spark of hope I’d had in hours. Finally, somebody could help. But as the truck pulled up, that spark quickly fizzled out.

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The man behind the wheel looked like he hadn’t smiled in years. Mid-forties, gruff, with a stern expression that matched his weathered face. He stepped out, glanced at my car, and, without missing a beat, started shaking his head.

“Driving a piece of junk like that? What were you thinking?” he grumbled. His voice was rough and low like he’d been annoyed with the world for a long time.

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I stood there, speechless for a second. I didn’t know what I had expected. Maybe a simple “Do you need help?” But instead, I got criticism.

My first instinct was to snap back, to tell him I didn’t need his attitude on top of everything else. But the darkness around me reminded me how little choice I had.

“Look, I didn’t plan for this to happen,” I said. “I know it’s a wreck, but it’s all I’ve got. Can you help me or not?”

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“You can’t stay here all night. It’s not safe for someone like you to be stuck out here. No phone, no car… You should’ve known better.”

He gave the car another disapproving look, then turned back to his truck. “Come on, I’ll tow it for you.”

That man wasn’t thrilled about helping me, but what other option did I have?

“Fine,” I muttered. “Thank you.”

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He didn’t respond to my gratitude, he hooked my car up to his truck with quick, practiced movements, like he’d done this a hundred times before. I climbed into his truck, the leather seat cold against my skin.

“The nearest station is closed at this time,” he said as he started driving. “You’re lucky I came along. There’s nowhere else for miles.”

“So, what now?” I asked, already fearing the answer.

“I’ve got a house nearby,” he replied. “You can stay the night. No point in sleeping in your car.”

I frowned, unsure how to feel about staying with a stranger.

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But the nearest motel was too far away, and I didn’t have the money for it, anyway.

“I guess that’s my only option,” I said quietly.

“Pretty much. Name’s Clayton, by the way.”

***

When we pulled into Clayton’s driveway, the lights inside flickered dimly through the windows, casting long shadows across the porch. I hesitated before getting out.

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But then I saw the front door swing open, and a teenage girl appeared in the doorway.

“That’s Lily,” Clayton grumbled as we walked toward the house. “My daughter.”

“Lily, this is Amanda,” Clayton said gruffly, barely looking at his daughter.

“Hi,” I offered, forcing a small smile, hoping to ease some of the tension.

Lily muttered, “Hi,” without any warmth. She barely acknowledged me as her gaze quickly drifted away. The silence was thick, making me feel even more out of place.

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“Let’s eat,” Clayton said, leading us into the dining room.

Dinner wasn’t much better. Clayton sat at the head of the table, grumbling about everything from the weather to the condition of the roads.

“Storm coming tomorrow,” he mumbled. “Road’s gonna get all torn up.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “You’ve been saying that for days, Dad.”

“It’s true. I saw it on the news,” Clayton shot back, his voice a low growl.

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Every time he spoke, it felt like he was barking at the world. I quietly picked at my food. Lily glanced up at me occasionally, shooting me those same disapproving looks.

“You fixed that faucet yet?” Lily suddenly asked, breaking the silence. Her tone was sharp, aimed at her father.

“I’ll get to it,” Clayton replied, clearly irritated.

“You’ve been saying that for weeks.”

“Lily,” he warned.

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She slammed her fork down. “Mom’s barely been gone a few months, and now you’re bringing some stranger into the house?”

The tension was unbearable, and panic started to bubble up inside me. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm.

“Thank you for dinner,” I said quickly, pushing my chair back. “Good night.”

I retreated to the small guest room they had offered me. Sleep didn’t come easily, but eventually, exhaustion won out.

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***

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone moving around. The room was dark, but I could hear the faint rustling.

I fumbled for the light switch. The room lit up, and there was … Lily, standing by my bag. She was holding a piece of jewelry, and her eyes widened in shock when I caught her.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, sitting up in bed.

“I found this,” Lily said, her voice shaking, “in your bag. It’s my mom’s. You stole it!”

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I couldn’t believe what was happening. Was she trying to frame me?

Before I could respond, Clayton burst into the room. “What’s going on in here?”

“It’s a misunderstanding,” I said, glancing at Lily. “She was confused. Maybe sleepwalking, and we thought we’d have a little fun. Right, Lily?”

Lily stared at me. To my surprise, she nodded, still clutching the jewelry. Clayton looked between us, clearly not convinced, but he was too tired to argue.

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“Go to bed, both of you,” he muttered and left the room.

As soon as he was gone, I turned to Lily. “Do you want some milk?”

She blinked as if not sure what to expect, but eventually nodded. In the kitchen, we sat together, the tension easing as the night went on.

“I’m sorry,” Lily finally whispered. “I just miss her so much. My dad’s been different ever since she died.”

“I understand,” I said softly, handing her a warm mug.

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“Your dad wouldn’t have brought me here if he didn’t trust me.”

Lily sighed. “He’s not always like this. He used to be… different. Kinder. He just misses her.”

She paused. “The repair shop? It’s his. He didn’t want to let you go. That’s why he brought you here.”

I stared at her, realizing Clayton wasn’t as simple as I had thought. Suddenly, the kitchen door creaked open, and Clayton stepped inside.

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***

The morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows as Lily and I fumbled around, pretending we had just woken up and decided to make breakfast.

Clayton shuffled into the kitchen. He gave us both a quick nod, then turned his attention straight to me.

“The repair shop opened up,” he said gruffly. “I’m ready to work on your car. You got the keys?”

I fished the keys from my pocket and handed them over. Lily let out a small giggle, and I noticed her giving me a playful wink.

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“Hey, Dad,” Lily chimed in. “Why don’t you let Amanda stay a little longer? You know, just until the car’s fixed. I’m bored, and she’s good company. It’s nice having someone else around.”

Clayton looked between us.

“Why would it matter to you?” he grumbled. “Weren’t you headed somewhere important? Don’t want to hold you up if you’re in a hurry.”

I paused. The truth hovered on the edge of my tongue, something I hadn’t explained to anyone yet.

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“I wasn’t really headed anywhere,” I said, looking down at the table. “I was running away from my old life. My ex-husband… he took everything from me. The house, the money. Everything.”

He wasn’t expecting that, I could tell. He sighed and scratched the back of his head.

“Well, I suppose you can stay a bit. Lily doesn’t usually warm up to people, so that’s something.”

Lily grinned at me. “Thanks, Dad.”

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***

A few months passed in what felt like the blink of an eye. My car had been repaired long ago, but I was still there, in that small, quiet house.

Clayton had changed. He spent more time with us, especially with Lily, who had grown closer to me with every passing day. She was like the daughter I’d never had.

We spent long afternoons together while Clayton worked at his shop, laughing, talking, and sharing stories. For the first time in years, I felt like I had a purpose again.

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One evening, as we all sat by the ocean, eating ice cream and watching the waves roll in, Clayton turned to me.

“You could stay, you know,” he said. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”

“I think I’d like that,” I replied with a smile.

What Clayton didn’t know yet was that in eight months, he’d be a father again. Life had a funny way of giving second chances.

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