The Infinity Stones

A soft pop echoed around the living room of his penthouse as Harry Potter appeared out of thin air. With a satisfied smile, he took a seat on the couch and closed his eyes.

He had gathered tons of information from the man. As per his promise, Harry had not extracted any personal information from the man's mind, only his name, and simply pulled everything he needed to function like a regular man in this world. He had assumed it would be a little bit of information regarding the basic rules that were followed, and other regular knowledge that would allow him to perform simple tasks like using the technology, travelling, and others.

It was to his immense surprise that he found a treasure trove of knowledge inside Phil's mind. From high-level skills in technological operations to combat experience, either hand-to-hand or firearms and espionage. Harry was flabbergasted when he installed all those skills in his psyche.

"Just who the fuck was that guy? No normal human knows all this shit, or did I come to some crackpot world where this is common!?"

He decided to explore a bit more and apparated to the same alley he had been to some time ago. Grinning at the spot he had fucked Nat, he turned around and walked back to the café they had been to. Once inside the private booth, he placed an order and waited.

The man smiled at him as he placed his cold coffee, and Harry nodded. However, all the while, he was scanning the surface thoughts of the college student in front of him. Nothing indicated that the skills he got from that man were common, and once he was done, he paid and walked away.

Harry's mind was racing as he walked on the pavement. He had somehow scanned the mind of a highly intelligent person. In his knowledge, such people were usually either detectives, policemen or spies. Phil could be anything. Or Merlin forbid, a criminal. After all, they too had remarkable skills, skills which he had gathered from that man.

Curiosity surged within him, and he took the turn to walk back to where he had first seen that man. Once he reached the place, he frowned when he saw the man was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, he turned around and walked into the alley.

"All right, so I scanned the mind of an important person. He might be good, or he might be a criminal. It's good that I obliviated him, otherwise there would be a problem," Harry sighed as he leaned back against the wall and relaxed slightly. He had no intention of making unnecessary enemies before even settling down in this world. If this was going to be his life, he would love to spend it without any conflict and in peace. He had given up everything for others already. It was time he did something for himself.

That had been his primary thought when he was with Nat. A time for pure pleasure and having fun with a beautiful woman who also wanted him. The old Harry would have been mortified at the thought of what he had done, but he simply accepted it with a smile. People change.

Now that he had decided to live for himself, he was going to do exactly that. He was not even 25 and had his entire life ahead of him.

'After all, when if not now?' he thought with a chuckle.

Now if only he could remember everything he should know as the Harry Potter of this world. It wouldn't do if he failed to know or recall something he should.

Before he could do anything, he felt someone watching him. Living during the war had taught him how to feel if he was being watched, and right now, someone was intently watching him. He looked around, trying to spot the person when his eyes found a woman.

She was short, garbed in yellow robes which looked out of place on someone in modern-day New York, and she was bald. Harry watched with narrowed eyes as the woman crossed the road and entered the alley.

"Hello. Do I know you?"

"You certainly don't, but I know all about you, Master of Death."

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at her.

"At ease. Harry Potter. You do not have anything to fear from me."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one on the receiving end of it," he hissed, looking around for her accomplices. The woman chuckled.

"Do not worry, Harry Potter. I am alone here."

"What do you want from me?" Harry asked with a sigh. The woman smiled.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the one they call the Ancient One, and I am the Sorcerer Supreme."

Harry looked at her carefully.

"You're a witch? I thought there was no wizarding society in this world."

"You are correct. There is no wizarding society in this world, at least not like the one there was in your world. However, there is a guild of sorcerers. Unlike the magic you can utilize, we have our own branch of mystic arts that we can employ."

"Can you prove it?"

The woman smiled before waving her hand in a circle. Harry saw what looked like a ring on her fingers, which glowed slightly and a glowing portal appeared before him. His eyes widened.

"Come, Harry Potter. We have much to discuss."

"How can I trust you? I have no idea what you can do with me once I go there," he gestured with his head towards the portal. The woman nodded in understanding.

"I give you my oath as the Sorcerer Supreme that you shall not be harmed or have anything detrimental done to you as long as you do not take the first step of aggression."

A small spark shot out of her hand and encased his fingers before it vanished.

"Is that enough?"

"I assume that's how oaths work here?" Harry asked. The woman nodded with a smile.

"Fair enough," Harry muttered and followed her through the portal.

A tranquil scene greeted Harry as he stepped into the portal. He took in his surroundings. Vast stretches of mountains were visible on the horizon, the snowy peaks shining with the sunlight. The sky was a clear blue, and the courtyard was surrounded by lush greenery and only an old cottage in the distance.

"That is our final destination. Come," the woman intoned and started walking. Harry could only follow, his eyes taking in everything around him. This place was heavenly.

"Where are we?"

"We are in a place called Kamar Taj. Situated in Kathmandu, Nepal. Across those mountains in the subcontinent of India. You may visit if you want, once we are done here."

Harry nodded.

"We travelled from New York to Kathmandu via that portal?"

The woman nodded with a smile.

"Damn. That was the best form of magical travel I've ever experienced."

"I can understand. Although I have never experienced the forms of magical travel you have, I have witnessed them a few times to know that they are very uncomfortable."

Harry frowned, a question on his tongue.

"All your questions will be shortly answered, Harry Potter. Have patience."

Harry nodded with a resigned sigh.

A few minutes later, they were entering the cottage, although it was no more a cottage. The traditional structure was a massive building, constructed in ancient architecture, and encompassing a massive area. A huge courtyard was filled with people young and old, practising their magic, while a few people were engaged in magical and hand-to-hand combat.

"Welcome to Kamar Taj, the home and training ground of the Masters of the Mystic Arts."

Harry looked around. Most of the people were of Asian origin, as evident by their looks. He spotted an old man sitting to the side, deep in meditation.

"Come, Harry Potter. We will talk inside."

Harry nodded and followed the woman. Despite being a place of learning, Kamar Taj was in no way similar to Hogwarts. No students were running in the corridors, there were no passageways and there was no castle. Kamar Taj was completely open to one and all.

They reached their destination and he saw the Ancient One take a seat on the floor. She had crossed her legs in a meditative pose and gestured for him to sit. Harry nodded and sat down, folding his knees and tucking his leg under his body.

"Now, I am sure you have many questions. Ask away."

Harry took a deep breath and relaxed.

"What is in that necklace?"

The Ancient One looked surprised as she heard him. Never before had someone asked her what was inside it. She smiled.

"I assumed you might be able to feel it. We call it the Eye of Agamotto. He was the first Sorcerer Supreme, and he bid every Sorcerer Supreme since then to guard this with their lives."

Harry nodded.

"There is something inside it, right?"

The woman nodded with a small smile.

"Given that you are very familiar with this, I shall tell you. Contrary to popular belief, this is not the only universe in existence. There exist an infinite number of universes, popularly referred to as the multiverse. Each multiverse has its history, its own story, and its journey. However, the point of origin of the multiverse is the same.

Everything originated from a single point of singularity. I assume you are familiar with the Big Bang?"

Harry nodded. His basic knowledge had been amplified by Phil's memories.

"When it happened, it hurled elemental crystals across the virgin universe. The same phenomenon happened in each universe in existence. With me so far?"

Harry nodded as he looked at the visual that the woman was orchestrating in front of him. This was interesting.

"There were six crystals in total. Each governs an essential aspect of existence. Space, Reality, Power, Soul, Mind, and Time."

With each intoned syllable, a gem flowed in front of him and glowed.

"So, these are stones with unimaginable power, I assume?"

The woman smiled.

"Precisely. These stones are scattered in the universe, and every universe has its own version of Infinity Stones, as they are called."

Harry nodded in understanding.

"This is interesting, but what is the purpose of telling me all this?"

The woman smiled.

"The one obsessed with Mother Death approaches, his sights affixed on the ancient relics. Distorted with a heinous vision, unite them he will, to bring untold peril. Only her Master shall bring upon eternal salvation, holding the relic long forgotten: The one to rule them all."

"Fuck off!" Harry stood up and snarled. "I had enough of these fucking prophecies. Why can't I be free of them!?"

The woman jerked back slightly in surprise before she quickly composed herself.

"Please sit down, Harry Potter."

Harry glared at her, agitated, but did as she asked.

"I have seen your previous life. I know what you have gone through. Your life was anything but easy. I don't need to tell you that. But you never shied away from your responsibilities. You did not need to, yet you did all you could so everyone else could be safe. That is you, Harry Potter. And that is who you will always be."

Harry looked to the side, glaring at the door.

"Please do not damage our property, Harry Potter. If you want to vent, I can take you to the mirror dimension."

Harry stayed silent for a few moments.

"Please do."

The Ancient One smiled.

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Twenty minutes and a destroyed Kamar Taj in the mirror dimension later, Harry Potter sat on the ground, breathing roughly.

"Are you okay now?" The Ancient One asked, pushing a cup of steaming tea in front of him.

"Better," he muttered, taking a small sip. "It's good."

"It's Darjeeling."

Harry took a few more sips before putting the cup down on the table.

"What did that prophecy mean?"

The woman smiled.

"I do not know entirely what it entails. However, there is someone out there who is after all the Infinity Stones and he wants to use them to do something heinous. There is only one thing one can do with all the stones."

"Kill everyone?"

The woman nodded.

"Every form of life, irrespective of form or place. A person can kill any number of living beings he desires across the universe if he has all six stones."

Harry nodded.

"And what about me? How do I fit in?"

"Only her Master shall bring upon eternal salvation, holding the relic long forgotten: The one to rule them all," the woman recited.

"I am the Master of Death," he muttered, frowning. "What relic is being talked about here?"

The Ancient One smiled. "Surely you know what I am talking about?"

Harry nodded with a sigh.

"The one to rule them all…" he muttered.

"There have been no records of a seventh stone, but mystic arithmancy has laid down intensive focus on magical numbers, with 7 being the most impactful of them. So, it makes sense that there would be a seventh stone."

"The Resurrection Stone," Harry muttered, looking at the tattoo. "A stone crafted by Death herself, an essence of her very being. It makes sense. Death is singular, inevitable. It comes for all, no matter what one does. It makes sense that Death will have power over everything else."

The woman nodded.

"That is indeed true," she whispered with a sardonic smile, "one can prolong life, but in the end, Death is inevitable."

Harry glanced at her as she did so.

"You are not as old as you look, are you?"

The woman's eyes widened slightly.

"I just have this feeling when I look at you, that you have somehow extended your life beyond normal. Is it a philosopher's stone?"

The woman looked at him with wide eyes.

"A philosopher's stone does not exist in this universe. It is something else. I might tell you in the future."

Harry nodded, not intending to pry any further.

"All right. So, there is someone who wants to kill everyone using the Infinity Stones, but only I can stop him. That's all?"

The woman nodded. "I am assuming that the Death Stone will help you in this regard. It would have helped if we had more information regarding how this will work. Sadly, we don't have anything about it."

Harry nodded.

"So, which stone is inside the locket?"

The woman grabbed the locket and held it out, and Harry felt a sort of connection with it.

"I can feel it. Something is telling me that there is an Infinity Stone in there."

The woman nodded.

"People who have control over Infinity Stones can sense where other stones are. That is the Death Stone telling you where another stone is. I assume you would be able to tell when an infinity stone is near you."

Harry nodded, still staring at the locket.

"The Sorcerer Supreme has always kept the Time Stone safe. As do I."

Harry looked at her and nodded.

"And you said I had the power to rule them all. Does that mean I can stop it from working?"

The woman's eyes widened.

"It is possible," she said, looking at the locket. Harry smiled.

"Why don't we test it out then? Use it here on this cup. Make time reverse and refill it, and I will see if I can restore it to its normal empty state."

The woman nodded and crossed her fingers. Harry watched in fascination as the eye opened and a green glow was emitted. Right before his eyes, the cup filled up until it was brimming with steaming tea.

"Nice. My turn now," he whispered, and put his hand forward, willing for the reverted time to right itself. In an instant, the tea vanished, rendering the cup empty.

"It worked," he whispered, looking at her. The woman smiled.

"Looks like there is a way to counter the effects of the Infinity Stones."

"Looks like it's up to me to kill a wanker once again," he muttered, not at all happy that he was the subject of a prophecy once again.

"I cannot begin to imagine how much you are resenting this, Harry Potter, but thank you."

Harry sighed and nodded.

"At least I don't have a madman behind my life right now, and I can live as I want."

The woman smiled.

"Is there anything you would like my help with? We are the masters of the mystic arts. Although different from your magic, our sorcery is also very accomplished."

Harry thought about it for a second.

"As you know, I am not from this world. I was wondering if there was a way I could recover the memories of this world's Harry Potter."

The Ancient One looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes gazing in the distance before she smiled.

"You must enter a deep meditative trance to recover those memories. Although you are a different person, the memories must be in your psyche, and you need to uncover them. Once you fall into a deep trance, you might be able to delve into your mindscape and do what you want."

"An Occlumency trance then," Harry muttered, "that might take a lot of time. People have remained in a trance for weeks before recovering from its effects."

The Ancient One smiled.

"You can do it here. A lot of sorcerers practice meditation in Kamar Taj, and some of them stay in a trance for days. It would not look out of place to do that here. The natural magic of this place will also keep your body properly nourished, so you do not need to worry about eating either."

Harry smiled.

"Thank you for that," he bowed his head slightly.

"It is my honour, Master of Death."

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It took him four days, but Harry managed to uncover the memories and assimilate them into his psyche, along with incorporating Phil's memories properly. He was feeling supremely confident now, feeling like he could tackle any challenge he came across in this world. He had the power, the skills and the knowledge to do it all.

He realized that it was the personality of Harry of this world which was making him this confident. Memories shaped a person, after all, and he grinned. It felt good.

"Thank you for your help, Ancient One. And I will prepare for the day this maniac arrives."

The woman nodded.

"The Time Stone allows me to view possible futures, but your power obscures my vision. That is why I am not sure what is coming. But I am hopeful that we will emerge victorious."

Harry nodded in understanding.

"If there is something you need my help with, don't hesitate to ask. You are the closest people to mine here, after all."

A small smile emerged on Ancient One's face as she nodded.

"I will be in touch then."

"And maybe I'll think about learning your portals technique," Harry chuckled as he walked through the portal that Ancient One had opened for him. The portal closed behind him and Harry sat down on his couch.

"Prophecies everywhere. Fuck them. I'll think about it later."

He quickly pulled out his phone and called Nat.

"Please tell me you're free. I really need to have some fun right now," he muttered as he waited for her to pick up the call. The ring seemed to go on forever and right when he was debating whether to cut the call, she picked up.

"Harry! And here I thought you'd forgotten me already. Like really? Four days?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Nat. I had some work and I was away for a while. I came back this afternoon. Say, how about we go out tonight?"

He could see her smiling on the other end of the call.

"How about I bring a friend with me? Think you can handle two, lover?"

The word sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and he could hear someone saying something unintelligible and Nat whispering for the person to shut up.

"I guess we'll find out. Send me the place and I'll be there by 8."

"Sure thing, see you then," Nat replied and he hung up.

Leaning back against the couch, Harry grinned.

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Right at 8, a sleek black car rolled inside the parking lot. Once properly parked, Harry stepped out and walked through the side entrance. Nat had told him that they would meet him inside, and so he went.

The club was in full swing. He looked around and saw people dancing and grinding against one another, a few openly making out either against the wall or on the couch, while a few men tried their charm on the ladies sitting on the barstool.

Harry looked ahead and grinned as he saw some guy trying to chat up Nat. She had a little black number on that looked painted on her ivory skin, and he drank in the sight of her. Merlin, the redhead was striking. Right beside her sat a lovely woman with shoulder-length black hair, full pouty lips and grey eyes. She was a sleek woman, slightly taller than Nat and very pretty. Garbed in a silver dress that came up to her knees, she was also a vision. His eyes stayed on their lovely assets for a few seconds. Both women had perfectly hourglass figures with round asses and perky, round tits straining against their dresses and Harry once again recalled what Nat had said. He was so looking forward to handling the two.

A mild Confundo took care of the annoying bug and Harry swiftly sidled up next to the brunette, leaving his redhead minx alone for a moment.

"Hey, can I get you a drink, miss?"

The woman looked at him and blushed slightly. However, before she could speak, Nat quickly slid down her stool and pulled him to her.

"Oh, how much I missed you, lover," she whispered in his ear, before locking her lips with his. Harry had no problem reciprocating, quickly pushing his tongue in her mouth as his hands cupped her backside. Slowly, they pulled away.

"This is my friend Marie. Marie, this is Harry," Nat introduced her, and Harry smiled before kissing the back of Marie's hand.

"Charmed," he smirked when the woman flushed slightly.

"Marie here is so busy with her work that she doesn't have time for any fun. I had enough of that. We should do something so that she has fun tonight. What do you say?"

Harry chuckled.

"I'd be an idiot not to agree," he replied, his hand still cupping Nat's delicious backside. Merlin be damned, he could barely hold himself right now.

"Hmm. Playtime later, lover. For now, go and show her a good time," she whispered in his ear, and Harry nodded.

Nat watched as Harry took her to the dance floor and they started swaying to the music. It didn't take long for Harry to get her all worked up. Emotions pent-up inside her welled up to the surface, and Nat could scarcely believe the uptight Maria Fucking Hill literally fucking herself on his fingers in public.

She watched as Maria shuddered in his embrace before Harry brought his hand out from under her dress. He locked eyes with her and sucked his fingers clean, and that made for some erotic sight.

She watched with a smirk as Harry walked towards her with his arm firmly wrapped around the brunette's waist.

"How about we take this to my place? I live nearby," Harry grinned. Nat quickly kissed him before wrapping his free arm around her waist and pulling herself flush against him.

"Lead the way, lover," she whispered, her voice full of promises meant to be kept.

The time it took from them entering his car to them entering his apartment passed in a haze of arousal. Clothes littered the floor of his penthouse. A black dress on the floor of his living room, a silver one on the staircase, and a pair of jeans and a shirt in the hallway. Lingerie made of black and red lace adorned their bodies as they found themselves on his bed, with Harry laying down in only his boxers.

Harry could scarcely believe this was happening. Two breathtakingly beautiful women were laying on his bed, their scantily clad bodies flush against him. His hands caressed their naked asses as they rubbed their soft tits against his arm and chest without a care in the world. He quickly turned them around so that their backs were facing him, before pulling their knickers to the side and inserting his fingers inside their wet pussies.

Moans filled his bedroom as he fingered them furiously, his arm between their lovely heaving tits snaking down their bodies and playing with their gushing cunts. They alternated between kissing him, craning their necks to reach properly and giving him proper access to finger them.

Slowly, Nat turned around in his embrace and made Marie turn around as well. With a smirk, she reached down and started playing with his cock from outside his boxers before locking her lips with Marie. Harry's eyes widened.

"Ready to take this in, Marie?" Nat teased as she pulled his boxers down and freed his cock. Precum leaked off the top as she rubbed it softly, coating her thumb and his cockhead with the viscous liquid.

"Not so quickly, love," Harry whispered with a smirk, and in an instant, unhooked their bras and pulled them away, freeing up their lovely tits for his viewing pleasure. He quickly latched on to Marie's pink nipple, hard as it was, and rolled it between his teeth and tongue. She hissed in pleasure and pulled him closer. Smirking, Nat came close and started feasting on the other breast.

With a final teasing bite, Harry pulled away from Marie and pinned Nat under him, his mouth quickly latching on to her nipple while his fingers rolled the other one between them. Nat moaned in pleasure as she pulled him close.

"Ah yes…" she whispered, before yelping in surprise when Marie made her way down and started fingering her.

Marie pulled her knickers and threw them away before doing the same with Nat, and grabbed his cock before guiding it inside the vivacious redhead. Harry gave no quarter, and her pussy was so wet that there was no resistance. Within no time, he was roughly fucking her on his bed. His mouth was sucking her tits continuously, alternating between the two before Nat grabbed his hair roughly and mashed her lips against his.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as she started to slam herself against his cock, desperately taking as much of him as she could inside her. Harry didn't have any intention to hold back. His magic employed all the while, he furiously slammed inside her, keeping his orgasm at bay, intent on bringing the two women to their release first.

It didn't take long for Nat to find her climax, as a particularly furious thrust jolted her body on the bed, her tits rolling sexily on her chest as Harry looked down at her blissfully fucked face contorted in pleasure. He felt her tighten around his cock and grunted before rubbing her clit. Nat cried out in pleasure as she shivered under him, his touch sending her over the edge as her climax crashed through her.

Slowly, Harry pulled out and leaned back, where Marie was waiting for him. The previously hesitant woman was no more, a vixen replacing her as she wrapped her arms around him from the back and started caressing his front. His back was resting against her lovely tits which she rubbed teasingly against his bare skin as her lips sucked and her teeth nibbled on his earlobe.

"Do you want to fuck me?" She whispered erotically, and Harry ground out a soft "Yes…".

She smirked before getting down on her hands and knees right there beside Nat. He saw her heart-shaped arse high up in the air in front of him and didn't have it in himself to wait. With a smirk, he lined up his erect cock against her glistening quim and pushed inside.

"Fuck, you're a virgin!?" He asked, and she could only nod. 

"I'm very grateful then," he whispered, kissing her shoulder.

Slowly, he entered her, and once he was halfway through, she nodded for him to go ahead. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

"Fuckkkk!!!!" Marie cried out as Harry slowly pulled back and gave another thrust, again pushing himself entirely inside her. Marie was shivering underneath him, and he took care to go slow. It was agonizing to hold himself back while being inside such a hot woman, but he waited. It was a minute or so later when Marie nodded for him to go ahead, and he smiled.

Slowly, he built up a rhythm. His grip was firm on her waist and her back was arched perfectly, which gave him the right angle to properly fuck her.

They were rocking against each other in no time, with Harry's cock drilling in and out of her at a rapid pace. He quickly wrapped his arms around her front and pulled her upright, her back flush against his front as his hands grabbed her bouncing tits. His cock continued to hammer away inside her as he rolled her hardened nubs between his fingers.

Both women had such alluring bodies and such lovely tits that Harry could fuck them all day long if he had the stamina. Alas, there were always some limits.

There was no limit to Nat's participation though, and in no time, she had laid down, her head under their legs and her tongue lapping away at the juices leaking out of Marie's cunt. His cock was slick with her juices as well, and Nat sucked as much as she could. Marie's cry of ecstasy tore the relative silence of the room, apart from their moans and grunts. Her orgasm tore through her, her nectar dripping down her pussy which Nat eagerly took in.

Harry gathered some of her juices on his fingers and brought his hand up to her face, pushing the fingers inside her wanton mouth. He watched with arousal as Marie licked off her juices from his fingers.

"You two are awesome," he whispered with a smile as he pulled out.

"Turn around and lie on your back, Nat," Harry instructed. Nat quickly complied before he told Marie to lie on top of the redhead. The two women joined each other in an embrace as Harry lined up their quivering cunts together.

In no time, he was fucking them alternately. A thrust inside Nat was followed by another inside Marie until both women were moaning. Sweat rolled down their bodies despite the AC being at the lowest, their skin slick and rubbing sensuously as the two women kissed heatedly. Meanwhile, Harry continued to fuck them.

Marie's perfect bubble butt was jiggling with every thrust and Harry could feel his release approaching.

"I'm close," he grunted and quickly pulled out. Marie quickly got off Nat and helped her up. Both women came close and grabbed his cock. Harry watched as they started stroking his cock and it didn't take long for him to reach his climax.

The first shot hit Nat right in the middle of her face before Marie aimed his cock at her face and took another load. Rope after rope of his thick, hot cum splattered against their face and tits, coating them in white and marking them as his. Harry knew he was not going to let them go away.

With a sigh, he dropped onto the bed and looked at the dirty sight of two sexy women sharing his cum. Nat licked it off Marie's face, with the brunette returning the favour before they turned to look at him with blinding smiles on their faces.

With a chuckle, Harry laid down on his bed and pulled them alongside him. Their tits pressed against his chest and his hands cupped their rear as Harry dimmed the lights. The women released contented sighs and snuggled close to him, burying their faces in his neck.

As Harry drifted off to sleep, there was only one thought in his mind as he tightened his hold around them.

'I'll never let them go. They're mine.'

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To be continued…

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