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Furry: The Chronicles of the Seraphim
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
And still another! Again I'm not the author...
Anyone have part 1 of this series? (or any other parts?)
The Chronicles of The Seraphim
Part II
"R I P P L E S I N T H E S T R E A M"
Slowly the world shimmered into focus. Allasiel stood on the banks of a
slow flowing river, trees and bushes all around, stately willows dipping their
branches to the crystal clear waters. This was indeed a beautiful world as
the ancient book had said it was. The mage who'd written the tome in long
ages past had seen it only in dreams yet he believed that he'd glimpsed
paradise. As Allasiel surveyed the scene around him he felt a tingling in his
hands, a sure sign of the presence of power. He was not the only mage here
but the power he felt was raw and untrained as his had once been; there
seemed to be two sources spreading like twin springs close together.
Allasiel cautiously made his way through the undergrowth away from the
river toward where the power spilt. He had not gone far when he heard the
sounds of voices. The language unknown to him but lilting and strong. His
tutor Tamarind would be interested in this place, Allasiel thought, for with
voices like this the people of this world were sure to be fine singers.
"Indeed I am interested in this place and its people my pupil."
The voice that formed in his head was supremely familiar to Allasiel and
smiling, he turned to confront his old master who stood behind him, huge wings
at his side. Like a sublime blend of human and eagle he was, golden and
gleaming in the forests dappled light.
"They are the Fenthen and this place they call 'Uriola' which means
'Sacred Water' in their speech."
"You surprise me once more Master," Allasiel replied in the same
mindspeech that his erstwhile tutor used. "But then again maybe you
shouldn't. This is the way of the Seraphim. My task is to find the one from
this world who would join our ranks and take them as my pupil, to guide their
hands as your master before you and as you did to me."
The Pardashan Eagle nodded. "It is indeed true Allasiel my friend. You
have found your destiny here."
"But Master is it not our way that but one of each people will rise to be
one in our brotherhood? I sense more than one here."
"Yes, these are our ways but in this case it would appear that these two
are as one already and we could not separate them or choose one in preference
to the other. Come with me and observe."
Tamarind lead Allasiel away from the singers and deeper into the wood
until they came to a clearing. Allasiel heard the Pardashan murmur a word in
the deep musical language of his homeworld and felt the tingle as the Charm of
Cloaking covered him. Invisible, they stepped into the clearing. There,
lying entwined in the soft reeds beside a forest pool, two lovers caressed
each other.
"The people of both water and land," murmured Allasiel, remembering the
words of the ancient arab mage written in the book that brought him here. For
all the world they looked like human-sized otters clothed in a rich deep brown
fur with patches of white upon their breast. Their hands were clawed with
opposable thumbs, the fingers webbed and their pointed faces sported large
black eyes and small ears.
"Sleek furred, sinewy and beautiful, this race called the Fenthen,"
Tamarind murmured.
"Indeed Master, they are."
"Come, let us sit here and watch."
Before them the two lovers pressed closer, hands roaming across the
smooth fur of their partner, each pulling the other closer. Their bodies
never still, sinuously writhing and brushing together. Gently, almost imper-
ceptibly, they came together, his dark cock sipping into her, their strange
serpentine rhythm unfaltering. Their hands slowly became still, each holding
the other but their bodies continued their glorious dance of love, tails
entwining, sleek fur sliding against sleek fur, their heads brushing together
in the kiss of their race. A breeze stirred the air, wafting the scent of
their musk to him, heady and lusty in the warm air. Their cries were small
and sweet, sighs and tiny barks, meaningless to all but lovers of any world.
Allasiel felt his own excitement mounting at the lustful scene, his heart
quickening, yearning to join them. Somewhere in his mind the analyst in him
noted the technique, remembering it for future use. He willed the notetaker
back into the subconscious, determined to enjoy the beauty of the lover's
mating, his need growing.
Allasiel slowly became aware of a feathered hand slipping inside his robe
and a soft downy touch upon his stiffening cock. He smiled, it always seemed
as if his master of old knew his needs better than he did. Sighing he let
Tamarind caress his cock erect with his plumed fingers. They had done this
often in the old days, a token of their affection for one another. In latter
days too they had renewed their close ties of master and pupil in this way,
for it was the way of the Seraphim to take pleasure wherever it could be found
so long as no hurt came to any creature. Reaching out Allasiel touched
Tamarind's thigh and ran his hand back, caressing the feathered heavy sac of
his balls and up to grasp his hot cock. Slowly he began to caress its
slippery length, all the while watching the two otter-folk in their lust.
Their movements were faster now as they worked themselves higher but no less
balletic and graceful, their coupling reaching a frenzy of twisting and
bucking until with a twinned cry they came together. Allasiel and Tamarind
slowed their caresses, both content to wait for their release.
Allasiel, becoming aware of his responsibilities, cast the Charm of
Composure upon himself, restoring his appearance and that of his master to as
it was before.
"Good lad," murmured Tamarind as he made to cancel the Charm of
Concealment, "Always look professional."
"As you taught me master. As you taught me."
Tamarind reached over to Allasiel and touched his feathered fingers to
his head. He felt a flood of sensations, forms of thought, songs, poems, the
richness of the otter-folk's language which he now knew. He stepped from the
concealment to close by where the lovers lay.
The female who noticed him first and rose, the male following her.
"Greetings stranger, welcome to our waters. I am E'shen."
"And I am K'sherl,brother to E'shen," the male otter continued. "You are
the one we have seen in our dreams, the one-without-fur whom the shaman has
spoken of?"
Allasiel nodded; it was the way of the Lords of Life, the higher powers
the Seraphim served, to show the new initiates their future teacher. So,
these two were brother and sister; it made sense for power often ran in
families. It was refreshing too to find a people who didn't draw boundaries
between the love of individuals.
"Will you join us at our village?" E'shen asked the mage.
"I will gladly join you. But do you know why I have come?"
"To teach us the ways of life in a place far from here," K'sherl replied.
"And will you come freely and promise never to use what I give you for
ill?"
"We do so," brother and sister answered in unison.
A strange thing began to happen then between them, a subtle flow of
power, soft and drawing, a feeling of love, of pure trust. They stepped
closer. Allasiel looked upon them, his pupils, his children; beautiful they
were, precious and dear to him. Suddenly they all burst into laughter, sweet
joyful laughter that made the woods ring. Rushing together they embraced each
other, three as one, tutor and pupils bonded by love and trust.
As they walked from the pool towards the village the otter-folk spoke of
their world and the customs of their people. Allasiel listened attentively
and in wonder for it was clear that these folk had much to teach the universe.
They were simple folk practising simple ways: fishing for food, singing,
dancing and loving. Indeed loving was the thing they enjoyed above all and
love was given freely. In fact it was considered impolite for a stranger not
to partake of whatever took his fancy when visiting another village and the
Fenthen took great pride in visiting neighbouring settlements as often as
possible.
In time they came upon the little village where E'shen and K'sherl made
their home. As they approached E'shen looked around.
"Where is the one who is feathered as a bird?" he asked.
"He has returned to his own world now," Allasiel replied. "He is one of
the people I have told you of, a great teacher and mage among the ranks of the
Seraphim. Once he was my tutor and I shall try to be as fine a teacher to you
as he was to me."
"And will you each us of the loving of your world Master Allasiel?"
E'shen asked.
Allasiel raised his eyebrows; truly this was not a race accustomed to
hiding their feelings. He noticed that the lithe female otter glanced to his
groin, what could only be a smile upon her face. He felt K'sherl's thought to
his sister.
"E'shen! He is a stranger to our people and knows not our ways. It is
impolite to force our ways upon him!"
To his surprise he caught E'shen's reply. He had not expected the
telepathy of his pupils to be so developed.
"Oh brother! He is a good creature like the Smiling Ones. They are not
of our race and yet we share in their loving."
Allasiel spoke with his mind to his students, "Yes E'shen, I shall show
you the ways of loving of both my world and that of myriad others. K'sherl;
your concern does you credit and mark you truly as one of us but do not fear
for me for although I do not know all of your ways as yet I shall endeavour to
learn them. But tell me, both of you, how did you learn to speak with
thoughts?"
"We did not learn Master," E'shen said out loud. "It is something we
both have done since we were younglings. The Smiling Ones speak thus to each
other and can sense thoughts of our people. See here is I'veny and
Summerleaf."
A long wooden skiff had left the village and headed downriver to them.
At the stern stood a tall Fenthen, male by his colouring, his hands upon the
tiller. To the front of the skiff a wooden harness protruded and in the
harness a dark grey shape pulled the boat at a rapid pace. As they neared
them the
creature wriggled free of the harness and as I'veny the Fenthen pushed the
tiller hard over, pushed the boat with it's nose, turning the skiff into the
bank with speed and ease. The boatman bowed and gestured to his craft.
"Welcome, honoured visitor. Our shaman spoke of your coming. Please
accept the use of my vessel."
Off the prow the long beaked grey creature poked her head from the water
and whistled. Summerleaf looked like a dolphin, shorter and thinner than
those of Allasiel's world but with the characteristic smiling visage of that
people. Allasiel touched her mind and found only play and love, the emotions
of a simple, uncluttered life.
Allasiel thanked the boatman and together with his pupils he boarded the
boat. The river dolphin wriggled back into the traces and pulled them swiftly
upstream, all the while more and more of the creatures joined them in a
flotilla of dancing ecstasy.
The whole village gathered to welcome them, a small forest of furry
bodies helped them from the boat and onto the wooden pier. E'shen and K'sherl
endeavoured to introduce them to all and all seemed eager to touch him, to see
and feel what he was like. Suddenly the crowd parted and an old Fenthen clad
in scraps of bark and necklaces of fish bones stepped forward and addressed
him, his voice wise with years
"Your coming has been told to me in dreams and visions, traveller from
far worlds," He paused and gestured to E'shen and K'sherl. "These have been
my pupils in the ways of mystery and the spirits of this place. They have
grown great in power and have wisdom beyond their years. I called out to the
stars for a greater teacher than I to come and you have come at last. Take my
pupils and teach then the mysteries of the stars."
"You have done well beyond all my wishes, Shaman," Allasiel replied.
"They are indeed great with power and I will take your burden now. In time,
when they have learned all I can teach, they shall return to live among their
people, to councel and protect them."
"Then let them go from us in peace and ever return thus." The shaman
turned to the assembled villagers. "A celebration. A Grand Festival for our
visitor who will ever be honoured among us and welcome in this place."
At this they rushed forward and Allasiel was engulfed in a sea of furry
bodies once more, all chittering excitedly, their voices excited at the
presence of this stranger, now an honoured guest in their village. They
ushered him to a large open-sided building raised from the ground on short
stilts. As the crush pushed him forward he stumbled against something warm
and without thinking reached down and picked it up. In his arms lay a Fenthen
cub, no larger than a human child of a year. A shrill whimper came from his
side as he stumbled, high and feminine, only to be silent once more as he and
the cub came eye to eye. The little otter-child, innocent of any fear,
giggled and reached out to stroke Allasiel's nose.
"It hasn't got fur!" the youngling chittered.
The whole village erupted into mirth and joy, Fenthen hugging him and
each other. The little one had made him one of them forever.
No royal visitor of any realm could have been treated better than he that
evening. Exotic dishes of fishes and strange plants were served to him with
deep draughts of pure crystal waters. All the village sat together, none
above the others. Allasiel spoke with many of them, telling tales of other
places and the wonders there, listening to their tales in wonder at the people
who wove them. Here was a race as content as any he knew, content to be as
they were, loving and together. They drew no barriers to any of life's
experiences, knew no ties save to that of their village clan. If two or
indeed more of them took a fancy to each other then no-one was to stop then
fulfilling their desires. The females of the clan had a perfect control over
their reproductive cycles. conceiving only if they wished it and if the clan
could support another. He discovered what E'shen had said about the creatures
they called the Smiling Ones was true and that they often indulged in loveplay
with them. It seemed to Allasiel that dolphins were the same no matter what
world they were from.
As the sun began to set torches were lit and the earlier pace began to
slow and mellow into a more languid dance, shadows of slow moving forms
flitting across the simple woven reeds of the Fenthen's homes. Allasiel
settled back, content and relaxed among this loving, lovely people. He felt a
soft, furry paw brush against his arm and then his shoulders. To his left sat
O'sheu, mother of his two pupils, her arm now around him. Allasiel returned
the gentle caress and she moved closer to him , two hands now stroking his
shoulders and neck. He closed his eyes and drifted away on the warm sensation
slowly becoming aware of other hands and furry bodies pressed close, the scent
of warm places and musk in his nose. O'sheu moved behind him, pressing close
to his back, her neck across his shoulder and her head against his cheek. Her
musky scent rose to greet him, fragrant with memories of long ago dreams.
Another Fenthen lay beside and across his lap, stroking him with his whole
body. Almost imperceptibly he felt himself grow hard, his whole body becoming
aroused not in lust but more in relaxation as though he hovered on the edge of
sleep in the languid, warm embrace of night.
Others around him grew close to each other, some in pairs, some in small
groups. Somewhere a soft, gentle music began to play; a drumbeat, seemingly
simple but with strange hidden depths in its rhythm. Answering the drum came
a reed-flute, high and piping in breathy notes, flowing around the patterns of
the drummer like water; truly the music of the Fenthen. Allasiel looked
around him although the beauty of the twinned embrace he found himself in ever
beckoned him downwards into sweet oblivion. The others of the village
abandoned themselves to each other, entwined and turning in the flickering
shadows to the deep rhythms of the music drifting about them, soft sighs and
cries mingling and harmonising the strains of the reed-flute. In the river
Allasiel could dimly see the river-dolphins in their dances both with the
Fenthen and themselves. Then a hand snaked down his back and Allasiel
abandoned himself to the pleasure all around him. With a sinuous twist a
young female mounted him, enveloping his manhood in her silken embrace,
falling atop him in a gentle collision of fur and skin. Wrapping his arms
around her, pulling her writhing form to him, he sank into the depths of
pleasure.
The torches had burned low when Allasiel felt the warm form beside him
stir. He lay in a huddle of Fenthen, his arms around the darling young female
who had drawn his essence from him. She wriggled closer to him and looked
into his eyes with her deep black gaze. They did not need to say words for
there were none to say. They had been together in the very depths of love,
sharing all in their passion. She knew that now he must leave but in that
parting their would be no sorrow for that had loved and that was enough.
Allasiel hugged her and slowly rose to his feet. With a final smile at his
lover he turned and made his way to the riverbank.
A small wooden pier jutted out into the water and at it's end lay K'sherl
and E'shen, side by side. As he approached them Allasiel spoke a minor charm
and drew the cloak that appeared before him about his shoulders for he did not
have the warm fur of the Fenthen and the night grew chill. His two pupils lay
on their stomachs and as he drew closer he saw that their hands were in the
water touching one of the river-dolphins who swam back and forth. Allasiel
stood back for a moment, unwilling to intrude upon their farewells.
"He is Polkine, Master. He has been our special friend for many years."
K'sherl spoke with his mind and the river-dolphin chittered his own greetings.
Images flitted past him, brother and sister in tight embrace with this sleek
grey creature, spiralling and diving into deep still waters, loving and
sharing. Memories of his own came back to him. Memories of a sun drenched
island in what men had once called the Caribbean, memories of friends among
the dolphins he had made there. It had been too long, he mused, since he had
visited them. He made a promise that as soon as time permitted he would take
his young pupils to see the dolphins of his world.
"You will meet again but now the time has come to begin your training."
K'sherl and E'shen rose and took a last look at their home.
"We shall see here again Master?" E'shen asked.
"You shall, Little One. But first there is much else for you to see and
I believe that the same holds true for me. Come, take my hands and let us
begin."
The two otter-folk stepped forwards and the three joined hands. Allasiel
took a deep breath and began the Charm of Transit, the words forming strands
of shifting, dancing light about them, a soft wind ruffling cloak and fur and
a singing, deep, painfully beautiful music surrounded them, the music of the
spheres.
The world grew light with the pale colours of the false dawn. The three
travellers stood on the lawn of Allasiel's garden. Together they walked to
the wizards tower, Allasiel still holding his pupil's hands; as they reached
the tower Allasiel halted and spoke to them.
"If you wish you can have your own chambers or a chamber for you to share
together."
"May we not share your bed?" K'sherl said, a slightly hurt tone in his
voice.
Allasiel nodded. "I hadn't considered that but of course you may. It
will be nice to have your company."
They climbed the stairs to Allasiel chambers; there a fire burned low in
the hearth casting warm yellow light and flickering shadows into the
tapestried room and across the huge four-poster bed. A white form moved among
the silken sheets as they entered, snorting softly,looking over the newcomers
with her deep black eyes.
"Equara, my familiar." Allasiel explained.
E'shen and K'sherl lost no time in acquainting themselves with the little
winged horse and she in her turn quickly took a liking to Allasiel's new
pupils.
"She is your companion in love Master?" E'shen asked him as she finally
left the little creature and slipped into bed with Allasiel.
"She is but one of the lovers I have." he replied, "And yet perhaps she
is the most precious of all of them. Long have we been together and I grow
more fond of her each day." K'sherl made to join them but Equara nuzzled at
his groin and snorted softly. "I think that she wants something of you my
friend." Allasiel said to the Fenthen.
K'sherl looked up and smiled, "And I would be happy to give it to her
Master, were I not tired." He reached down and caressed her head. "Perhaps
later, little one. When I am refreshed then I can attend to your pleasures
with the attention you deserve, Beautiful One." He thought the words to her
and she ran her head against his chest before curling up at the foot of the
bed and going to sleep. K'sherl joined his sister and Allasiel in the warm
bed.
Allasiel nodded inwardly as he placed his arms around his two pupils and
they all snuggled up close to each other. Already his charges thought like
Seraphim, their codes of love and respect no different from his own. It would
be a pleasure to teach them the ways of magic.
The sun was high in the sky when they awoke refreshed from their sleep.
Allasiel showed his pupils the tower's rooms and chambers, the great library
of knowledge, the places where he stored strange machines from times long past
when humanity covered the world and reached for the stars, the beautiful
gardens and the forest beyond.
As evening gathered Allasiel,K'sherl and E'shen swam together in the
river that bounded the western edge of the garden, laughing and playing in the
cool waters before finally coming to shore where a feast of wine and fruits
awaited them. The two otterfolk raised their arms in the air and shook
themselves free of the excess water with a strange shuddering movement.
"A most interesting way of drying yourself," Allasiel commented.
"There are others," E'shen said, "let us show you."
Swiftly she stepped up to Allasiel and embraced him, her lithe body
undulating against his, her damp fur against his skin. He gasped in wonder at
the beautiful sensation and held her to him as they sank to the ground.
Suddenly there were two bodies against him as K'sherl joined their embrace.
Allasiel gathered the pair to him as they wriggled together, the three of them
trading warm, fervent kisses. Allasiel felt his need growing and his cock
hardening against the Fenthen's fur. Slowly he ran his hand down E'shen's
back and under her thick tail. His fingers brushing over the tight hole of
her bottom and down to the damp cleft that opened at his touch, letting his
fingers slide inside their damp walls; she whimpered at his touch and
wriggled closer, pushing herself down onto his hand which slipped into her
honeyed crevice.
"Oh master," she gasped, "oh take me..." Her arms wrapped around him and
she sank onto him. Allasiel whispered back to her, soft sounds of comfort and
love. Against his thigh he felt a hard wetness, K'sherl's cock was erect and
pulsed slowly along it's black, glistening length. With his free hand
Allasiel reached down and clasped its fiery length and it was K'sherl's turn
to sigh in pleasure. An idea formed in his mind which, in the throes of lust,
was picked up by the other two. He slipped his hand, wet with the sweet
nectar of E'shen's cunt, from her, feeling the suction of her ruby lips upon
his fingers, then slowly he slid two fingers back into her. She moaned again,
writhing and twisting against him. Allasiel's cock throbbed, trapped between
their bodies, enveloped in her silken soft fur and she caressed him with her
whole body; to his side her brother did likewise, his cock pulsing in
Allasiel's hand as he stroked it, spreading the fluids that leaked from the
blunt pointed tip along the length of his rod. The mating-scent of the
Fenthen's musk rose around him in a blissful cloud, strong and heady, their
furry touch and soft cries of delight burying him under a mountain of
pleasure.
Remembering his intent and vainly fighting off the desire to collapse
into rapturous oblivion Allasiel began to stroke E'shen's nether lips with his
thumb. Wet with her lovejuices it soon found entrance as they parted to his
explorations. E'shen gave a shuddering cry as his thumb slipped into her, she
pushed down on him, forcing the fingers into her as far as they would go, her
lips grasping at them as the first of her orgasms surged through her body, her
nectar oozing through his fingers. As she still shuddered in the aftermath of
her pleasure Allasiel annointed her other lips with her fluids of lust and
murmured a silent thought to K'sherl. As swift and graceful as a leaping puma
he was behind his sister, his hands around her waist. Gently he lifted her
and lowered her onto Allasiel's manhood while at the same time he slipped into
her from behind.
All three gasped in delight at the consummation of their desires. E'shen
stretched herself, her head back and cried a high, keening note of pleasure as
she possessed the two cocks inside her, two pairs of hands caressing her
trembling body, urging her towards even greater rapture. Slowly she began to
move, rotating her hips against the pair of them, slowly too did Allasiel and
K'sherl begin to thrust into her, each feeling the pulsing cock of the other
through the thin walls that separated them.
Allasiel was in paradise as he rose to meet her, her soft fur caressing
him, the shifting caress of K'sherl's fur upon his thighs as he thrust into
the tight cavern beneath his sister's tail. E'shen pushed back to meet them,
grunting lustfully as the two cocks pounded into her, totally filling her.
Both her bottom and her cunt squeezed the two invading pricks hard, rewarding
her with gasps of pleasure from her lovers who doubled their efforts,
thrusting even harder into her willing holes as she pulled them into her. The
lovers' breath came in ragged gasps, panting with each stroke. K'sherl lay
upon his sister's back, sinuously stroking her with his whole body as his cock
pleasured her deep. They slipped into an easy rhythm now, undulating back and
forth, the sounds of their breath, soft cries and moans of pleasure mingling
with the wet sounds of passionate lovemaking drifting into the balmy evening
breeze. For what seemed like an age they lay together, slowly moving and
writhing against each other, E'shen's cunt pulling at Allasiel's cock, slowly
drawing his essence from him in an orgasm that felt as though it lasted
forever. He wanted to scream in delight, his cock tingling as she milked him.
Behind her K'sherl let his release take him, whining the same high note as his
sister had as he pumped his liquor into her young, willing body. E'shen's
whole frame trembled as she took their tribute, joining her brother's climax-
call and Allasiel's soft moan of release, her fur warm under Allasiel's hands,
her body heaving as she sank onto him, held from collapsing in her pleasure by
the strong hands of her brother who lowered her down gently onto the mage's
chest
Slowly, breathlessly, they lay down on the ground side by side. Allasiel
lay upon his side and K'sherl likewise, E'shen between the pair of them, their
arms under her back, their free hands alternately caressing her and each
other. Allasiel smiled at K'sherl and the young Fenthen returned his smile
with a glitter in his eyes. E'sherl lay with her eyes closed, still moaning
softly.
"'Tis not the first time my pupil..."
"No Master. Polkine, the Smiling One you met; we used to pleasure our
sister somewhat like that." K'sherl replied and bent to kiss his sister.
Allasiel lowered his head and rubbed his face across her chest, hearing
her moan slightly. He moved down her to where her cunt still shone wetly in
the fading orange glow of evening. Gently he lapped at her, sucking first
one, then the other of her lips. E'shen moaned softly and lifted her hips to
him. Slowly, softly, he lapped at her like a stag drinking from a forest
pool, drinking down their mingled essences. Down further he dropped to taste
K'sherl's nectar, surprised at it's sweetness. Moving up now he kissed both
his pupils and then lay back on the grass beside them. E'shen bent over and
returned his kiss full on the mouth, their tongues entwining like serpents;
as she rose there was a merry twinkling in her eyes.
"You did promise to show us the loving of your world," she said softly,
"And you are dry now."
Allasiel laughed and hugged his two students.
"Never had I believed that I should have such a pair as you. You are a
wonder beyond compare. Come, let us eat."
All three fell upon the food with relish and long into the night they
talked....
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