LEGACY OF THE CALLER
Chapter One: Caller’s Revival Balrog: A long time ago, in a Galaxy far, far away... Estelgilwen: Can it, fire-breath! This is Babylon 5, not Star Wars! Balrog: What? I like Star Wars though! Estelgilwen: And neither I nor Celebwen likes it, though. Balrog: Grrr... Celebwen Telcontar: Holds bucket of water threateningly. Balrog squeals and runs. Estelgilwen: Well, that was interesting. Celebwen Telcontar: Turine Echome is mine, and so are the People. The Callers are mine, save that they are/were/would have been their own people. JMS owns all B5 stuff, and I own the ships that the People use. Okay, a little background on the story: In the beginning, we have the People on their planet in their galaxy. The People are mythological beasts and peoples, i.e. Elves, Dwarves, Centaurs, Unicorns, Dragons, Pegasi, etc... The People are being chased by a nastier-than-Shadows-and-Vorlons-put-together race called the Eilie. The Eilie are intent on exterminating the People, and so the People are running from them. They have a Caller, who is their spiritual and battle leader, who has not been found in over a thousand years. That person is a Human virgin, with the power to Lead all of the People at all times. Whew! I hope that gives you a bit of a description better than the other one over on the title page! --C. Telcontar. P. S., please review! The city of Turine Echome was bustling with activity. The planet would be evacuated in a few days time, the people never to return. Casaflurna daughter of Casarunia ran lightly on the gold and ivory streets, dodging through traffic to get to her home. The Unicorn mare paused at the opening to her stable, breathing heavily. “Casabanora!” she cried. Her filly ran up, a beautiful mare in her own right. Yes, Mother?” the younger mare asked. “Casabanora, I want you to promise me that you will be a good leader to the People of the Galaxy. You are now their leader in full. I am only the leader of the Winddancers now.” “Leader of the— Oh, Mother! No! The Winddancers...” “Yes, my filly. The Winddancers. I am glad to dance with the wind of our fates, and give myself to the People.” “Mother! The Winddancers are our last defense against Eilie, though! Are you sure you want to give your life, your essence, your very soul to the People?” “As all Winddancers do, I will give my life protecting the People. Take care of them, Casabanora, my filly. Keep my work up, and Seek the Caller. You will know Her by Her beauty, purity, and grace. She will be a Winddancer who has not yet gone to the Elysian Fields.” “Yes, Mother. I will lead our people. Are there any last instructions I will need?” “Yes. Guide our People well, and do not let their Light fail. Return to the Galaxy of the Callers, and appoint a good crew. Take the Cabanunal, for she is state of the art. Take as many civilians as you can, and the other ships you should take are the Corabana, the Lichamere, the Gulaminea, the Wavenural, and the Portashuta. They are all state of the art, and you will not need to appoint crews, for they already are there. Now go! The Eilie are gaining!” “Fare well, Mother, until I meet you on the other side of the Fields.” “Good bye, filly.” Casaflurna then laid her horn across her filly’s mane, and gave the younger mare a light nudge with her nose. “I love you, Mother.” “I love you too, my lovely, beautiful, glorious filly. Stay strong.” Casaflurna then ran off to the Port, where she would be given her personal flyer, and, using her magic, be able to help destroy the dreaded Eilie. Casabanora then cantered off to the Cabanunal, where she would be launched, with the other five ships, into space, and be able to find the Caller finally. Casabanora stamped her hoof restlessly on the metal floor. “General Comadan, will you please go faster?” she snapped. The Elf looked at her, then at the controls, where he fed his own personal magic into the machine. The Unicorn mare looked at the rear console, and shuddered. The Eilie were approaching Home Galaxy, and were beginning to frighten her. “Lichamere to Cabanunal, over,” called one of the other Unicorns piloting the Lichamere. “Roger that, Lichamere. What is it, Marcalumourne?” “Casabanora, the Gulaminea has just been destroyed. By the Eilie.” “Caller take the Eilie and throw them into the Tartarus! Casalurea was on that ship!” “Your sister?” “Yes, Marcalumourne son of Marienarunia, my sister.” “I am sorry, whatever consolation I can give will be yours.” “Did anyone ever tell you that you are too much like the Unicorn of the Son of the human named the Dragon?” “Yes, I hear that a lot. Uther’s Stallion, they used to call me. And you are like the child that received near death at Rebel hands, and nobody knew whether she was alive or had been killed as a human filly!” “Marcal, shut up!” “Lichamere signing off.” “Marcal, I didn’t... Oh, hell!” Casabanora muttered, kicking the bulkhead. Susan Ivanova, Earthforce captain of the EAS Avalon, paced her quarters. It was too closed in, and too much of a reminder of her former life right now. She needed to get out of the blue uniform, and into some civvies, then go to a bar and get hopelessly drunk. She settled for the next best thing: run to her stash of vodka, and crawl into the bottle. But no, that would be the easy way out. And the best, save her mother’s way of suicide. She began to remove a glass from the cupboard, and filled it to the rim with vodka. She threw the liquid into the back of her throat, feeling the searing heat of the alcohol hit her stomach like a ton of bricks. When she began to loose feeling in her face, she stripped off her coat, and flopped down onto the couch. This was becoming the only way she could sleep, by using alcohol as a way to drown out her problems. She felt sleep take her, and welcomed it with open arms. The next day was a bit hectic for her. She awoke to the blaring of her alarm telling her of her appointments for the day, and that she had a message from her Commander. “Captain, the Avalon has picked up a huge disturbance coming our way. It looks like a ship, only one I have never seen before.” “Crap!” Susan roared, throwing on her uniform and running for the bridge. When she got to the bridge, she found that the new ship was the most beautiful she had ever seen. It had a sleek silvery hull, engraved into the pattern of feathers. The ship looked like a huge bird of prey, with a long crest spilling from its head, and a lengthily neck. The belly of the ship looked to be a good ½ mile across, and the wingspan was at least five miles. The head itself was huge, measuring what looked to be about an eighth of a mile. The beak was gaping, and the feathers slowly faded from silver near the bases to a blazingly brilliant red at the tips, making for a glorious show of plumage. The crest and tail had golden feather shafts, and the eyes seemed to be the windows for the ship. A second ship, more battered, came to rest beside the first. “EAS Avalon, this is the Cabanunal. We are attempting to hail you. Do you read us? Over,” called one ship. “Roger that, Cabanunal. What are your call numbers and what is your cargo? Over,” Commander Reginald replied. “Our Caller’s Number is 17,856. We are still Seeking for Her to lead us against the Eilie. Do you know where we could find the planet known as Earth?” “Why do you want to know?” Susan asked. “Because the Caller is of that planet, and though She has never been there, She may be traced by the footsteps of Her predecessors and Her ancestors.” “How would you do that?” “Would you and a few members of your crew care to see the instruments?” Casabanora flicked her tail as she looked at this woman, this Susan Ivanova. There was something of the Caller flickering around the edges of her vision when Casabanora looked at the woman’s face, and it stayed. It was as if the Caller had given Her essence to this woman. But how could such a thing be? How could one give one’s essence, one’s very soul, over unless one were a Unicorn and did it out of love? Was such a thing possible? Casabanora used her magic to still the doubts swirling around this woman’s head. If the Caller trusted and loved this woman enough to give Her life over to the woman, shouldn’t the People trust her and Her Choice? Perhaps this was the Caller’s daughter. That would be enough to trust the woman. Could that be? Could this be the Caller’s daughter? There was only one way to find out. The Unicorn mare probed the captain of the Avalon. Her brain was troubled, and locked off. Ah, she was a Telepath! Among the humans, it must be a feared thing, for the woman had an adversity towards fellow telepaths, especially those called Psi Corps. How strange. Among the People, it was a gift given by the Caller Herself to Her most trusted guards. Casabanora suggested gently that this Susan come aboard with her most trusted guards. “I will board your ship, with a few men,” Susan replied. She called up about four guards, and the Cabanunal sent over a shuttle piloted by a witch named Featherstar. “Casabanora, this woman... who is she? She feels strongly like the Caller, and is starting to confuse me,” Marcalumourne said quietly. He had come over to the Cabanunal when Casabanora make the connection. Suddenly, Susan arrived on deck, and the old stories of the Unicorns and the Humans Partnering became clear to Casabanora. She felt a swift tug on her soul, and they were bound as one. If Casabanora were to leave, then Susan would follow, no question. Susan gasped, and nearly screamed. :Easy, Susan. No need to be frightened. I am Casabanora, the captain of the Cabanunal, and this is Marcalumourne. He’s slightly crazy, but he will not harm you.: “What?! Why are you talking telepathically to me?!” Susan cried. “Because of the fact that you may be more used to us speaking telepathically than using our vocal cords,” the mare replied. Susan no doubt felt the bond, and the sanctity and protection it provided. “With the bond that came between us, you will never be able to be scanned without the permission of both of us, or I will set the Sanctified Blaze of the Caller’s People on their nerves and veins.” Susan felt the purity of the creature standing before her, and felt a pang in her heart. She felt lonely, and halved. Then, something came and linked itself to her living half, and gave her hope and love. Then, the worst possible thing happened: she began to receive telepathic speech. She hated telepaths! The Psi Corps had killed her mother and many of her friends! She would never join them! :Easy, Susan. No need to be frightened. I am Casabanora, the captain of the Cabanunal, and this is Marcalumourne. He’s slightly crazy, but he will not harm you.: “What?! Why are you talking telepathically to me?!” Susan cried. “Because of the fact that you may be more used to us speaking telepathically than using our vocal cords. With the bond that came between us, you will never be able to be scanned without the permission of both of us, or I will set the Sanctified Blaze of the Caller’s People on their nerves and veins.” Susan felt the mare’s surety, and also her purity. She would definitely follow this mare, her friend, her cushion in the days of hardness and bitter cold. :Ah, I see. Your Soul Mate has perished. I cannot help you, but I can assist in easing the pain. Will you allow me to try? I cannot fill that spot, nothing can anymore, but I can help to ease your agony. Will you let me, Partner?: Susan realized that she was crying when one of the crewmembers, one that looked shockingly like a Tolkien Elf handed her a handkerchief. :Soul mate? Who? Marcus?: Susan asked, telepathically, with a sob. Her crew members looked at her as if she had grown another head. :Marcus? Is he the one you are longing for? Send me a visual image of him, please. For your soul mate, I see a man with black hair to his shoulders, a moustache and goatee, with bright green eyes, a dark outfit with silver accents, and a long, retractable quarterstaff,: Casabanora said quietly. Susan broke down and wept into the Unicorn mare’s mane. :Yes. That’s him. He gave his life for me...: Casabanora’s head shot up like a rocket. She gave a high pitched whiney of shock, and looked pointedly at her friend, Marcalumourne. The stallion stared back, just as shocked and confused. :This Marcus, what was he like?: the stallion asked softly. His voice was low and noble, with a light British accent. Susan buried her face in the mare’s neck, and cried harder, whimpering her soul mate’s name over and over. :From what I can tell, he was noble and pure, a virgin, and a warrior. He had all the qualities that are best suited to Calling, and all that He lacked to be the most pure Caller ever born is the fact that He was male. If He was female, then we would already know of His existence, and have run off to His side. Her soul mate was the Caller, no doubt. I will be in my quarters with her should you wish to speak of this more. But I would advise you not to speak of the Caller while my Partner is about. She is still sensitive to the subject, since she has been bottling up her emotions since her mother perished by her own hand. I will be going now,: Casabanora said to her friend. The stallion whinnied in approval, and disappeared. Then, Casabanora touched her Partner with her nose, and used her magic to teleport both herself and Susan to her quarters. “Casabanora, what is this place?” Susan asked tearily, looking around the room. The scarlet cushioned couch like thing at one end of the room, along with the very low table with food and water bowls puzzled the Captain. “These are my quarters. I would have had a second set of quarters attached, but I did not know I would be Partnered. If you would like, I could get you a set of quarters all your own that are identical or near so to the Elves. I apologize for my lack of education, but until recent years, Humans were considered a mythological race, to tell to young foals as bedtime stories. I never dreamed that I would be living with a myth as my Partner!” “It’s quite alright. Do you have any vodka here on board?” Susan asked, longing for her old habits. “Vodka? What is that?” “An alcoholic drink.” “Ah, no we don’t. But we do have mulled wine, red and white wines, ale for the Dwarves: I believe that it has a fairly strong taste, and some other spirits. But no Vodka.” “Oh. I think I’ll take some of the ale. I have had to use alcohol to get to sleep since before I met...” “Hush, now. It’s not as bad as all that. Well, maybe it is. I’ve never had a soul mate before, so I don’t know how you feel. But my mother died just recently, she joined the Winddancers, a sort of Kamikaze group of our militants, which give their lives fighting the Eilie. My sister was on the Gulaminea, a ship taken by the Eilie. She was probably tortured and killed by them.” “My mother committed suicide when I was five, and my brother died in the Earth-Minbari war. I don’t like to talk about it. But then again, I don’t like to talk about much. You’ve changed me in ways I don’t fully understand, Casabanora.” “Partnering has always been said to change people for the better. Are you hungry? I could have some sort of meal made for you. I do not know what humans eat, and so I apologize for the lack of food or beverage.” “I am hungry, but I am wondering if I can get back to the Avalon for tonight at any rate. My crew is going to need me, and I have food over there.” “Alright. General Comadan can keep the fort down for tonight at least. I will join you tonight on the Avalon, since you probably will need my support. If we separate too quickly after the Bond has been formed, then both of us will die.” “Okay, if you feel as if it would kill us. I would feel better with you with me, anyways, Casabanora.” “Good. I’m going to pack my traveling mattress and my food, since you probably wouldn’t have Unicorn food on board the Avalon.” “I don’t. Nor do I have the type of mattress you would sleep on. By the way, is your mattress comfortable?” “Very. I wouldn’t mind you joining me. In point of fact, it would be very relaxing for both of us, since we are just newly bonded.” The mare then pointed her horn at a small door that Susan hadn’t noticed, and fired a beam of light at the closet. It opened, and a large pad about the size of half of Susan’s living room tumbled into the space. It then shrank to the size of a hearth rug, and a pair of ivory bowls was attached to the rug-sized mattress. The objects then lifted themselves and settled onto Casabanora’s back. “Do you want to walk the league to the bridge, or do you want me to carry you, or would you like to lend you telepathic powers to me so that we can teleport straight from here? The entire section is shielded against teleporting, and since the ship was slightly damaged in the flight, I can’t teleport out of here any more.” “I’ll lend you my telepathy,” Susan said quietly. She placed her hand on the Unicorn’s neck, and her friend and Partner managed to drag out some of Susan’s telepathy. Then, the room span, and they were in Susan’s quarters. Marcalumourne returned to the Lichamere, and began to practice his battle techniques. Suddenly, he stopped, and looked through another’s eyes. The world was a fairly deep shade of red, the color of the inside of one’s eyelids when they were closed and looking at a bright light. Stray thoughts filtered into the mind, and he knew that this was no ordinary man! :Did she survive? Did it work? Is she alive? Where am I?: the mind thought murkily. :Who are you?: Marcalumourne sent, careful to keep any thoughts of Casabanora or Susan out of his mind. :Hunh? Who? Wha... : :I am Marcalumourne. Who are you?: :I... I... I am... who I am. I can’t tell now. Maybe later...: :Hmmm. Do you remember anything?: :I...I did, but...it’s...gone. She’s... gone. Where am I?: :I don’t know just now. Hang on, I’ll try to do a trace on your signal. Just hold on, and keep talking.: :Funny. I remember that... they... couldn’t get me to shut up... now you ask me to ...keep ... talking... funny. Stephen...will laugh...: :Stephen. Tell me about Stephen.: :I... I don’t remember. All I remember is... her face... like an angel...beautiful... cold and beautiful...S...Susan. Susan something...: Marcalumourne all but leapt halfway in the air. Could this be the Caller? Could it possibly be Marcus, the Marcus that was Susan’s soul mate? :Hold on. What’s your name?: :An...Anla... Anla-Shoc.: the mind thought back. The stallion nearly wept with frustration. This wasn’t Marcus! This was his Partner, Anla-Shoc. He might be human, but probably not. He would have to contact Casabanora and tell her that he had to find his Partner, who was suffering from a severe case of amnesia. Well, no time like the present. :Keep talking, Anla-Shoc. I don’t want to loose you now. Describe something to me, anything!: :En...Entil...Entil-Zha...brown hair...green eyes...bone crest...can’t remember...: :Okay. Casabanora!: :What is it, Marcal?: :Casabanora, my Partner is suffering from amnesia. Can you ask Susan whether there is a race with brown hair, green eyes, and a bone crest?: :Sure.: Casabanora stopped eating to ask Susan. “What? Does he mean Delenn? Delenn Sheridan? Ask him,” Susan replied, confused. Who would be suffering from amnesia and the first thing in his mind is Delenn? Did something happen to John? :Marcalumourne? Is this thing’s name a Delenn? A delenn Sheridan, whatever that is?: There was a lengthily pause, and the stallion’s voice returned, more puzzled than ever. :He started speaking in a different language. Something like Prophet-Leader, or something like that. Directly speaking, he said Entil-Zha. His name is Anla-Shoc, from what I gather. I’m leaving this area soon so that I can get him. He isn’t the Caller, and so I will return with him, hopefully healed enough to help us out.: :Okay, Marcalumourne. I wish you speed and success.: :Thank-you, Casabanora.: “Okay. Marcalumourne said that his Partner said Entil-Zha was this thing’s name. His name is Anla-Shoc. Does that mean anything to you, Susan?” “Yes. Entil-Zha and Anla-Shoc are Minbari words. The first is the name for the leader of the Rangers, and the second is the term for the Rangers themselves. Delenn is the Entil-Zha at this moment.” “Hmmm. Who could it be? It isn’t the Caller,” Casabanora mused. “It could very well be any living Ranger in the galaxy. They all show allegiance to Delenn first and foremost, and then to their other lives. But... But he would think of me first, I know it...” Susan whispered, in an agonized voice. Casabanora nuzzled her Partner’s cheek, and nibbled a lock of the distressed woman’s hair. Susan wrapped her arms about the Unicorn’s neck, and rested her head against her friend’s neck. “It’s okay. I’m here for you, Susan.” “I haven’t felt this bad since...since...since he died. I still love him, so much that it hurts, burns, aches, every time someone reminds me of him. You say that half of my soul is missing, and I feel like that,” Susan wept. Marcalumourne pushed the Lichamere as fast as the phoenix-shaped ship would go. His Partner was not doing well, that was for sure. He couldn’t remember anything, and what he did say was useful to trace the man. He paced the deck restlessly, his tail flicking in anxiety. :Anla-Shoc, are you still there?: :Yes. Who are you?: :Marcalumourne son of Marienarunia, at your service and that of your families. Now I’ll need you to keep talking, say anything that comes to your mind, so that I can track your soul and find your body to try and heal you.: :Face like an angel, carven of fine porcelain, hair of the most elegant silk, spun of gold and copper. Eyes bluer that the deepest sapphire, and a soul as cold as ice. Her name...Susan...So beautiful, so cold, I...I love her so much...Did she survive? Is she alive? Am I dead? I don’t understand...John will kill me. So will Delenn, Stephen, Michael, Zach...They all will kill me.: :Why so?: :I did something stupid. I am renowned for making stupid mistakes.: :What did you do?: :I used the alien healing device to save Susan’s life, at the cost of my own.: :Are you sure your name is Anla-Shoc? That’s a title, after all.: :No, my name Marcus Cole. That was it.: Marcalumourne bugled in triumph. This was the Caller, after all! He leapt, literally, with his joy. Just thinking of what Casabanora would say gladdened his heart. Susan would be happy again, he was sure of it. Soon, he saw a reddish planet come into the view screen, and he knew that the Caller, his Partner, Marcus Cole, was there. “Reftamune, keep the ship safe. Esya, Enegmana, Flamedancer, and Windermere. Come with me.” The two Elves, the Centaur and the Dragon came at his call, and soon he had left with them. Marcus was simply asleep, or so it looked. Esya, the loyal Elf-maiden, was keeping the doctors safe and preoccupied with looking at her genes and nervous system. If that failed, then Enegmana, an Elf-lord, would come, and if that failed, then would come Windermere, the Centaur. After that, Flamedancer, the Dragon, would be sure to keep them occupied. And then it would be a long time before the doctors would be sure to leave them alone. Marcalumourne pressed the tip of his horn to the Ranger’s shirt, and drove forward until he pierced the man’s heart. His energy, his essence, his ability to heal and renew spilled forward and into Marcus. The man coughed and rolled over before sitting weakly up. :Marcus, I am here. I will never judge you, nor will you fear of loosing me. I will always be there by your side, my Partner and almighty Caller. We shall never be parted, and shall share the bounty of life,: the Unicorn said quietly. He nuzzled his Partner, and convinced him to climb onto his back. :Marcalumourne, it isn’t working. I can’t hold their attention much longer. I even spat flame at an inanimate object!: Suddenly, there was a gasp. “What...Who...Marcus?!” A man with dark skin, dark eyes, and short, wiry black hair stared at the Unicorn. “Stephen!” Marcus cried. Then, Marcalumourne had had enough. He teleported back to the Lichamere, and cantered to his quarters. Susan felt a strange tug, and Casabanora lurched to her feet. The mare whinnied, and Susan placed her hand on the Unicorn’s neck. “What is it, ’Nora?” “I don’t know...it feels...profound...wild, untamed, and loyal. What’s going on?!” “I feel it too, only it feels...healing. Like a wave of cold, clear water just washed over me, and left me changed... changed and whole...as if...as if...as if He came back...” Susan replied. The Unicorn mare nuzzled her partner, and teleported to the Lichamere to speak with Marcalumourne. Marcus lay quietly by the Unicorn stallion, pondering all that had happened. His Partner wouldn’t tell him anything, nothing at all. Suddenly, the air shimmered, and a Unicorn mare appeared, a woman standing by her. Marcus wanted to flee. He couldn’t face Susan now, not here! :Hush, Marcus. I am here. She will not harm you.: :I wish I could believe you,: Marcus replied. “Marcus?” Susan asked quietly. “Marcus is it really you?” “Yes, it’s me,” he replied, head down. “Why? Why did you leave me like that?!” Susan barked, grasping for his shirt. She slapped him across the face, then hauled him close to her. She held him close, embracing him, weeping into his shoulder. She fell to her knees, dragging him down, and he willingly held her, feeling greatly confused. She began running her fingers through his hair, kissing his ear and cheek. Then she worked her way up to his mouth, and he kissed back just as fiercely as she kissed him. “I love you, Marcus,” she murmured into his ear. He held her closely, rubbing her back and offering all the comfort he could. The two Unicorns looked at each other, and shimmered from the room, leaving the two humans alone. “Susan,” he whispered softly. “Yes, love?” she replied. “Will you marry me?” he asked. She looked at him, nodded slightly, and smiled. “Of course I will!” she said quietly. They then began to kiss again, holding each other tightly. “I love you, Marcus,” she murmured, holding him in her arms. Casabanora gazed at the upcoming space station, and looked at Marcalumourne. He eyed the five mile tin can with a strange look in his eye. “’Nora, both of our Bonded’s lived and worked here for a time. Do you think they will be anxious to return?” “I really don’t know, Marcal. I really don’t know. But in any case, we have to find a group of people strong enough to repel the Eilie, and so the point is moot. I sure hope we are not making a mistake here.” “So do I. I wonder if it is too late to tell our Bonded’s that we are headed for Babylon 5 at the moment?” “They probably don’t want visitors at the moment.” “Very true. Well, it’s now or never. By the Callers, we must be right in this!” Casabanora kicked the bulkhead in her frustration, the long war with the Eilie coming to bear on her nerves. She gazed out of the window, trying her best to keep her skin from itching with nerves. Susan gently rolled over on the thick mattress, bringing Marcus with her. “Thank God you came back,” she whispered. He held her close, kissing her cheek gently. “That was amazing, Susan,” he murmured. She smiled, truly smiled, and kissed him thoroughly. :Susan, we are coming up on Babylon 5. You two should be ready to disembark in two hours.: :Is there anything special we should wear, being Caller and Caller’s Soul Mate?: :Yes. A pure white robe for each of you, both of them mobile. Yours has golden embroidery along the cuffs and collar, while Marcus’ is far more elaborate and with silver embroidery and other accessories. They are in the closet. You will disembark with us, on our backs, in all glory. I will be wearing a golden saddle and halter, as well as mane and tail bells. Marcalumourne’s will be silver.: :Sounds elaborate.: :It will be. Well, we need you two to get ready. We will be disembarking in two hours.: Casabanora cut the telepathic connection, and Susan stood to help Marcus into the Caller’s robe, and get ready to return to Babylon 5. Celebwen Telcontar: Well, that’s that. What did you think? Leave a review please! I don’t know when I’ll review next, but it hopefully won’t be too long. Please, no flames. Otherwise I’ll be forced to let the Balrog take over, and flame you right back. And that won’t be pleasant, I can assure you. Please leave a nice review. Thank you. C. Telcontar.
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