An excerpt from Rescued by the Woodsman

So I just released a new short (long short) story, entitled Rescued by the Woodsman. It’s book one in a series called Darkholm, set in a world I’ve been hesitating over writing about for almost a year. I kept telling myself not to, because I have been categorically told there’s no market for the concept, but then this story sort of wrote itself last week, while I was in Shanghai.

I self-published Rescued by the Woodsman on Monday morning, after deliberating over expanding it out into a longer story, because it seemed to fit 12,500 words perfectly, so it’s not the right length to send to a publisher. So, instead, I made it free here on Instafreebie.

On top of that, it’s written in the same universe as my single worst-selling book to date (Sharing the Princess). There are a few things that wouldn’t work in any other story world. As well as that, the content of Rescued by the Woodsman is pretty dark, so all in all, I decided self-publishing the Darkholm series was my best plan, although it’s not the super-dark WIP that I’m currently writing; that’s also on its way. The idea for this dark fantasy series has been at the back of my mind for a while, however. I also haven’t put it on Amazon for the time being. I thought about it, and decided I’ll see how it does on Instafreebie, then I’ll maybe put it on Amazon at a later date, when the next book in the series is released. Maybe.

Sharing the Princess isn’t quite part of this series, but it’s set in another kingdom (called Dovedalethorpe. Rescued by the Woodsman, and the next book, Shared by the Beasts, take place in Darkholm) in the same world as Rescued by the Woodsman. 

Do you like the cover? I am really pleased with how it came out, although I can see that there’s room for improvement.

Here’s an excerpt, and the blurb and a free download link are both below it:

Emmett Hartley had watched the young redheaded witch as she made her daisy chain. Since he came out here regularly with his axe, he knew her by sight, although they had never spoken. Sometimes, he saw her crying, and wondered what an evil sorcerer possibly needed to cry over. Witches had killed his mother, and he had sworn if he ever saw a witch he would kill it.

He hadn’t gone near the girl yet, though. Something about her reminded him of the gazelle he hunted sometimes with his cousin Benadrin, when he visited him in the kingdom of Dovedale. The big, soulful, green eyes had the look of one who knew they were prey, and who saw the hunter’s arrow hurtling toward their heart. She never settled, even when she was occupied with a task. Then, every so often, she would pause, staring off into the distance, before dropping everything, waving a hand and teleporting away. He didn’t know how she did that. Now, he went to where she’d been playing with flowers, but all he found were the destroyed remnants of the daisy chain she’d been making.

There was a mystery there, and while she clearly used witchcraft and therefore was his mortal enemy, she was still so young. He knew that one day she would be older and stronger, and would probably kill him, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to take her life. She was barely an adult.

He sighed and ran his hand over the stubble on his square jaw, finding no useful information to explain where she went or why she’d been tearful. Instead, he occupied himself with looking for a good tree to fell.

A Will-O’-The-Wisp fluttered into his path. He paused, knowing they led people to their doom. It hovered near him, waiting. The creatures were fey folk who had been cast out, and now they scoured the world for remnants of fairy dust dropped by other fey. This one didn’t have the wild eyes or the shredded wings of the others Emmett had seen.

“Begone!” he grumbled.

It beckoned to him. He threw a stone at it. Hateful magical creatures, haranguing him in every direction. It continued to hover. When he stepped toward it, it moved away, but as soon as he returned to his task, it was back.

With a sigh, he heaved his axe over his shoulder and followed the Will-O’-The-Wisp. He’d never seen one behave like this before, and all things considered, it was probably something else under a spell or geas. This was why he detested magic. It confused everything and created mysteries where there didn’t need to be any.

He really hoped he didn’t need to kiss a frog.

Continuing after the Will-O’-The-Wisp, he found himself going into a part of the forest he’d never thought of as interesting. Everything in his brain told him to stay out, to turn back, that nothing good ever came of being here. The trees seemed mostly dead, and charred. The static stench of evil witchcraft filled his nostrils.

Adjusting his grip on his axe, he stepped through a wall of trees, and found an abandoned, ruined tower surrounded by a high fence. The Will-O’-The-Wisp wasn’t done, however, and it flew to the twisted iron gate, then reached out its tiny hand and touched it. The gate sparked for a moment, and the Will-O’-The-Wisp jumped back, as though shocked. Emmett stepped closer, and the creature flew through the opening in the gate.

Emmett followed, and frowned. The garden of the tower had looked like it was overgrown with ivy, nettles, dandelions and tall thistles from the outside. Green things. Now, however, he saw only twisted, dead roots, grasping out of the ground like hands trying to escape the underworld. He turned to the gate and pushed a stone against it, so it couldn’t close on him. Emmett had no intention of getting trapped in this place. Clearly, foul magic was afoot. Why the Will-O’-The-Wisp had brought him here, he had no idea, but this might be a nest of witches, and he didn’t know if he’d ever get another opportunity like this to strike a blow against them.

Tiptoeing around the side of the tower, which didn’t seem to have a door, he watched a wizened old man in a black robe being followed extremely reluctantly by the girl who’d made the daisy chain. He spoke some words, then indicated for the girl to sit in a chair. With a lurch of horror, Emmett realized it was a ducking chair, of the sort used for killing witches. Why did he care what one witch did to another, though? Surely it meant one fewer for him to deal with later.

“Do you have perfect trust, Eskara?” The man asked, grinning. He was pure evil, and Emmett didn’t think anyone in their right mind ought to trust him.

“Y-y-y-yes, master,” she stammered. Eskara. Her name was Eskara. Nothing about her reminded Emmett of any of the other witches he’d seen. Even the younger ones were usually arrogant, over-confident, fake-nice, and far too self-assured. But she was something else. Was she even a witch?

“Hmmm… we shall see, won’t we?” The old man spun the wooden beam around, and plunged Eskara into the water. Her terrified eyes met Emmett’s for a split second, and his heart wrenched.

What would fix this? He gripped his axe, and went toward the man quietly, ready to fight him. Apparently, the man had eyes in the back of his head, because he waved a hand and suddenly Emmett was thrown back twenty feet. Every time Emmett ran to the girl, he was thrown back again. It was impossible.

***

And here’s the blurb:

Darkholm 1: Rescued by the Woodsman:

Eskara has been enslaved to the evil warlock Garamond for the last three years, and tonight, on her eighteenth birthday, she is doomed to become a sacrifice for one of Garamond’s spells. She doesn’t want to die, but she is resigned to her fate.

Until Emmett steals her away, that is. The hot, gruff woodcutter doesn’t know why he’s drawn to the young witch, but when he sees an evil old man trying to kill her, he has to intervene. Emmett inadvertently claims Eskara, and he has to consummate before the sun goes down or they both die. But when Garamond uses his great power to steal Eskara away again, how can Emmett ensure Eskara is safe, permanently?

Note: This is a standalone M/F short story in the same universe as Sharing the Princess, but it’s darker. The bad guy is a complete bastard. This story contains much unpleasantness. If you prefer Katie’s softer writing, this one is probably not for you!

If you want to read the rest, it’s FREE and EXCLUSIVE to Instafreebie right now! Even if you’re already signed up to my newsletter, come on over and grab a free copy as a thank-you for all your support! 😘 Get it here!

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A Sexy Spanking Extract From Sharing The Princess

Sharing the Princess came out last week, and today’s post is a sexy extract from one of spanking scenes. In this one, Cedric is teaching Elspeth a lesson because she was topping from the bottom:

He leaned over her, and she felt his cock stir beneath her belly as he murmured into her ear, “I think you should go and stand in the corner and think about how much I’m going to spank you for topping from the bottom.” This time, she could hear the authority in his voice.

He helped her carefully up off his knee, and she went to stand where he’d told her. It wasn’t technically a corner, complained a thought at the back of her mind. She was actually against a flat wall flanked on one side by an ivy-covered marble statue of an ancient goddess with no arms.

Maybe she should have been less critical. She had, of course, met people in the past who hadn’t dished out a spanking in their lives. However, none of them had ever wanted to spank someone, and more to the point, none of them had ever wanted to spank her. She wondered if there was any way she could give him pointers without undermining him. If only Lea was amenable to the idea, Elspeth knew she could show Cedric what to do on Lea’s bottom. It wasn’t going to help right now, though.

She tried to feel even a tiny bit submissive, but it was so far against her nature that she struggled without some outside help. She’d submitted before, years ago, but it had been bondage, not spanking, that had piqued her interest back then. In the intervening years, she’d grown quite fond of spanking other people. Ben was the only man she’d ever permitted to spank her, and his dominance radiated from every inch of his perfectly formed body. She tried to think about how she had felt when Ben had corrected her. When he’d held her down with his huge paws, powered by those devastating biceps, her pussy had gotten so wet. Soon she was feeling more submissive. A tingling sensation shot through her core as she remembered Ben’s hand landing on her bottom.

“Come here, please, Elspeth.” Cedric’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Elspeth turned and walked toward him. “Tell me why I’m spanking you,” he instructed her.

Elspeth tried not to giggle as her face began to flush. Where had that feeling come from? Did she really feel embarrassed about how she had behaved? She almost never felt embarrassed about anything. Ashamed, occasionally, but never outright humiliation.

“Because I was topping from the bottom while you were trying to spank me,” she said in a small voice.

He pulled her over his knee and turned her skirt back, and this time, it stayed where he put it. She felt his hand caress her cheeks through her panties. Before she could suggest that he might want to pull her underwear down, she felt his hand land on her bottom. It was much harder this time, and she gasped involuntarily. He rubbed her skin again, and the warmth was vivid even through her briefs. He spanked her slowly, five or six times, pausing between each swat and sending tingles to her clit as he massaged her bottom. She felt his cock stirring under her, and she moaned with desire. What he lacked in forcefulness, he more than made up for in sensuality. A finger dived between the waistband of her panties and her slightly spanked skin, and he slid her underwear down. Her cheeks felt the cool air, then his hand swatted her again, a little harder and faster this time, making her roll her hips as she felt her cheeks starting to warm up. He paused again, and his caresses made her arch her back and try to grind her pussy into his leg.

“You have been a very, very naughty girl, and you’re going to have to make amends by sucking my cock then letting me claim that bottom hole of yours. Has anyone ever been back there?” His voice was heavy with obvious lust, and Elspeth felt a little liquid trickling out of her wet channel as she heard how turned on he’d gotten from spanking her.

“Yes.” She was mildly amused by the idea that she might be any kind of virgin after the life she’d led, but he wasn’t to know, and his earnest gallantness was endearing.

He spanked her bottom again, and her skin tingled where his hand had touched her. Then a finger dived into her pussy before he used her own juices to lubricate her ass. She had just enough time to be surprised at the sudden invasion, then he withdrew his finger again.

“I’m a knight, so that’ll be, ‘Yes, sir,’ from now on. Do you understand?” His words made her melt slightly, as she realized he was really doing this. Another swat to her bottom made Elspeth squeak.

“Yes, sir.” Her clit twitched as she spoke.

“Good girl.” He resumed spanking her at a much faster pace than before, and although his swats weren’t very hard, they built up fast. Elspeth soon had to catch her breath while her bared bottom burned.

When Cedric stopped, he tipped her upright and gently rubbed her stinging cheeks, then he unbuttoned his pants. His cock sprang out and it was just as hard and thick as the time Elspeth had caned him. She got down on her knees on the flagstones and leaned forward. His huge cock was pulsating and glowing in the eerie light, and when she opened her mouth to take him inside her, the musky taste made her pussy yearn to be filled more than ever. She moved her head down on his shaft and felt his tip touch the back of her soft palate. It must have been years since she last sucked anyone’s cock, but now she remembered how much she enjoyed it. Why had she stopped submitting to anyone? When had that happened? She had always loved the rush of seizing control of someone, but at some point she had forgotten that she needed to balance that out, or the power went to her head. Was that why she’d practically thrown herself at Ben a few days ago? Because after five years of being queen, she needed to stop being in charge for an hour or two?

As she twirled her tongue around Cedric’s shaft, she tried not to shake her head. Ben was hot, any red-blooded woman would have done the same if he’d bent them over a table and firmly disciplined their bottom. And although she was remorseful for fucking Lea without asking Ben, it had been worth it. Lea was damn sexy, even without being paired with the hottest blacksmith in the kingdom.

Cedric was hot too. And he seemed to fit with her so well, in a number of different ways. His cock was the perfect size for this. He seized the back of her head and his member went further down her throat, making long-unused nerve endings tickle as she let him move her along the length of his cock.

He kept going for several delicious minutes before he slowly slid her away from him, then he held her face at arm’s length and regarded her.

“You did that nicely. Maybe if you take my cock in your ass without a fuss, I’ll let you come on it.”

Buy Sharing the Princess now on Amazon.com!

Lots of Love,
Katie xxxx

Sharing the Princess is out now!

Are you excited? I’m very excited! Remember how I mentioned recently that my latest book was out this weekend? Well, Sharing the Princess is out now and you can find it on Amazon.com. I can hardly contain my excitement!

Here’s the blurb from Amazon:

After Princess Leandrina falls in love with a blacksmith named Ben, the couple take refuge in the kingdom of Queen Elspeth of Dovedale. Leandrina’s father offers a great reward to any man who brings her back home, but the knights who take up the quest quickly discover that the princess is quite ably protected by the stern, handsome blacksmith and the beautiful, powerful queen.

When Leandrina puts herself at risk with her disobedience, however, she soon finds her bottom bared for a sound spanking from her firm-handed protector. The shameful chastisement arouses the princess deeply, and she seeks comfort in the arms of Elspeth, but after Ben hears of it and punishes them both soundly, he and Elspeth decide that from now on they will share the princess.

Their situation grows more complicated when Elspeth falls in love with Sir Cedric Wilmslow, one of the knights who had sought to capture Leandrina, and decides to aid him in his quest to free his captive brother. When the princess, the queen, the knight, and the blacksmith end up facing off against a marauding dragon, will they emerge victorious?

Publisher’s Note: Sharing Her Princess includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

And this is what the cover looks like (a bigger version is on its way), I had to share it with you as soon as I could, because it’s so beautiful! It was, of course, designed by the incredibly talented Korey Mae Johnson:

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You can read a free excerpt, which (spoiler alert) includes a menage scene and an extremely steamy spanking scene, here on Amazon.com.
I hope you like it!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Exciting News! New fantasy menage out soon!

It’s that time again! I blighted literature once more by attempting to write something. For those of you who are into that sort of thing (books, I mean), there’s a new one coming out this Easter weekend, and it’s a cracker.

It’s a fairytale story set in a magical kingdom about a golden-haired princess who wants to marry a blacksmith, and an evil queen who isn’t so evil after all, and a knight who tries to rescue the princess, because he gets a bit confused. They’re all over 18, of course (I mention this because you can never tell with princesses), and much spanking and menage-y goodness ensues.

I haven’t got a blurb for it yet, so I took the liberty of writing one myself:

When valiant knight Cedric arrives at the evil queen Elspeth’s castle ready to rescue the princess Leandrina, he is in for a big surprise. Not only is the princess not kidnapped, she is in fact set on marrying a handsome blacksmith, Ben, and they’re both very good friends with the evil queen, who isn’t so very evil after all. But Cedric faces a dilemma; he was promised half the kingdom as well as Lea’s hand in marriage if she were safely returned to her father, the king of a nearby country. While Cedric is happy for Lea to marry whomever she likes, he needs that money to rescue his brother who is being held ransom. When the queen canes him and imprisons him in her dungeon for attempting to steal Lea away, he is at a loss about how to rescue his brother. To make matters worse, he finds he’s falling in love with the beautiful, dominant queen Elspeth, who appears to also be in love with Lea and Ben. But when Cedric finds his own dominant side starting to emerge, can he find it within himself to command respect from a princess and a queen?

In a nearby cottage, Princess Leandrina is struggling to learn her new role in life. She cast aside her upper class life in a castle, preferring to live in the village with her beloved, dominant blacksmith Ben. When she jeopardizes that, however, Ben shows her that he has no compunction about bending her over the kitchen table and administering strict discipline to her bared bottom. No matter how hard she fights Ben, Elspeth and Cedric, she will be shown how to submit to them. Only then can she find her happily ever after. 

Will any of them get together? Obviously!* It’s more of a question of how often, with whom, and (since Cedric and Elspeth are both switches) in what configuration! I’ll leave that for you to speculate upon, until the book comes out.

*This is romance; a happy ending is guaranteed, unless you’re JoJo Moyes or David Nicholls, who incidentally are persona non grata on my bookshelf. I want my happily ever after to be iron-clad with none of that depressing people-die-at-the-end nonsense.

Lastly, I’ve seen the cover art for this one, and OH MY FREAKING GOD IT IS BREATHTAKING. I still don’t know what the title’s going to be, so once I’ve got a picture of the cover art with the finalized title, you’ll be the first to know what it looks like!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

10 Real Life Facts About Her Daddy and Her Master

Here are the facts behind my latest novel Her Daddy and Her Master. I thought I’d do another one of these because the one about Mastered by the Highlanders went down so well.

  1. The bathrooms in Her Daddy and Her Master were inspired by Japanese bathrooms. The Japanese have definitely cornered the market on awesome bathroom design, while in the North of England, where I’m currently at grad school, my house (like, where I live right now) still has an outdoor toilet! It gets full of spiders and I hate cleaning it so very much. The big advantage of the outhouse is when Fed-Ex or Parcel Force have a delivery to make, they can leave it in there if I’m not home. I kinda fell in love with this house when I saw it because it looks a bit like Shrek’s swamp home, which I find endearing. I hope when I come to sell the place, the new owners think that’s a good thing too!
  2. Pombos is based on the industrial north of England during the 20th century. A lot of people think this sort of landscape vanished when 1900 came around, but in the North, the world still looked like this when I was a child, the only difference was there were laws about how much smoke a factory could put out. My stepdad, his parents and his sister all worked in a factory like this when I was growing up. Pombos was particularly inspired by some of LS Lowry’s pictures:
    Coming From The Mill by LS Lowry. Source: Wikimedia Commons (CC BY).
    Coming Home From The Mill by LS Lowry, 1928. Source: Wikimedia Commons (CC BY).

    Returning From Work, LS Lowry, 1929. Source: Wikimedia Commons (CC BY).
    Returning From Work, LS Lowry, 1929. Source: Wikimedia Commons (CC BY).
  3. The Great Gig is inspired by a song on the album The Dark Side of The Moon by Pink Floyd. The full title of the song is The Great Gig in The Sky but in my story, it’s a spaceship, and it sort of goes without saying that it’s in the sky, so I shortened it. A gig is also a type of vehicle, so the whole thing sort of fitted.
  4. The adult baby store was an imagining of what all the online stores for ABDL and ageplay stuff (for example, my favorite ageplay store, Little for Big, or the currently-closed furniture store, Adult Baby Apparels) would look like, if any of them had a physical store. Since the story was set in the future, I tried to think about how things like cribs and sippy cups might have changed in the future, as well as how things might have been inspired by other cultures on different planets.
  5. The Innovation Suites were, of course, inspired by the Holodecks from Star Trek: The Next Generation.
  6. Flin was partly inspired by a very good friend who sadly died unexpectedly back in September. I miss them every day, and I hope they approve.
  7. The belt that Flin fastens around Laila to hold the vibrators inside her during one of her punishments was based on female chastity belts that are available. The way Flin used it on Laila, however, was anything but chaste. There don’t seem be many for sale online at the moment and this one from Lovehoney was the closest I could find. I like to imagine that 300 years into the future, such things will be comfortable and readily available, and that there will be lots of versions to buy.
  8. The balls that Flin puts inside Laila are called Ben Wa balls and you can buy them in most online adult stores. This is an example from Lovehoney.
  9. The way the ship stops is based on my experience as a crew member on yachts and narrowboats. I remember the first time I was moving an engine powered boat, when I was fifteen (how I ended up on a boat that day is a whole different story); I pulled away from the jetty, then I panicked a little, as we headed too fast toward the boats on the other side of the marina. Scared of crashing and sinking, I asked, “Where’s the brakes?” Just in time, the man who owned the boat stepped in and showed me what to do. That was when I learned that boats don’t actually have brakes, you have to put them into reverse to make them stop. It was probably really obvious to the rest of the world, but never mind. I decided that spaceships would probably have to do the same, since they wouldn’t be able to drift to a halt in space.
  10. The tea party (if you haven’t read that far yet, I won’t spoil it for you) was based on The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party in Alice in Wonderland.

    The mad hatter's tea party from Disney's version of Lewis Carroll's Alice In Wonderland. Source: Disney wikia.
    The mad hatter’s tea party from Disney’s version of Lewis Carroll’s Alice In Wonderland. Source: Disney Wikia.

Her Daddy and Her Master is out now (click here to read a steamy excerpt), published by Stormy Night Publications, and is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTunes and more!

A steamy excerpt from Her Daddy and Her Master

Wondering what sort of scorching scenes to expect in Her Daddy and Her Master, my latest book? Here’s an excerpt from about halfway through, when Laila is being punished for not wearing her butt plug every day. It’s not technically an entry for SatSpanks because it’s too long, but this is Saturday, and someone is getting spanked, so you can make up your own mind whether it counts or not:

“Go to the staircase and stand in front of it,” Flin said. Laila turned and walked toward it, feeling Flin’s eyes on her naked bottom. She stopped before the first step, and waited for further instructions.

“Bend over, hold onto the railings,” he ordered. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that he still held the rope. She hated the idea of being restrained.

“Please don’t tie me up.”

“What color are you feeling?” came the response.

“Orange,” she said.

“Then bend over, hold onto the railings,” he reiterated. With a sigh, Laila complied. As she felt him tie her hands to the handrails, she closed her eyes and tried to center herself. This was happening, she told herself, whether she wanted it to happen exactly like this or not. Laila tested whether she could pull free while he wasn’t looking, but even though the rope didn’t feel too tight, he had managed to hold her fast.

A few seconds later, she heard a swooshing sound, then a stick was thrust in front of her.

“Know what this is?” he asked.

“No, master.” She had a fairly good idea that it was going to be used on her bottom, but hoped he would prove her wrong and that it would turn out to be a special hi-tech chocolate summoning stick or something.

“It’s a switch cut from a Telian Whip Tree. On my home planet, a Whip Tree is specially grown near all dwellings, and the sticks are cut from it for one reason; to chastise naughty bottoms.”

There it was, Laila thought. She knew it had been something like that. The chances of it being a stick for summoning chocolate had been too remote.

“Usually, the punishment duration is dictated by the longevity of the stick. When the stick breaks, that’s often the end of the punishment, but it is not unheard of for particularly unrepentant individuals to get up to seven sticks, although seven is the limit due to Telian laws regarding punishments,” Flin said. Laila looked at the stick with a growing sense of horror. “Out here, in space, of course, there’s no such laws. In your case, however, I won’t be breaking any sticks. After all, where would I get another one, this distance off-world? Count fifteen please.”

Laila was surprised by the rapid shift from the geography lesson to her chastisement, and the first stroke caught her unawares.

“Yeeeoooooowwwww!” she shouted, as she strained against the ropes holding her in place. The stick sliced across her bottom and burned.

“That’s not a number, Laila. Back to zero. Count fifteen, please,” Flin seemed totally insensitive to Laila’s pain as a second stroke scored agonizingly into her flesh.

“Owwwwww! O…one!”

He leaned in and pulled her hair as he said, “Don’t forget to address me as master or I’ll add extras.” The following strike was just as bad, bringing tears to her eyes already.

“Two…ooo…oooh, ma…aa…aaster!”

At the next stroke, she was astounded that her pussy twitched, despite the searing pain slicing across her bottom.

“Threeee owwwww m…m…master!” She tried to imagine something nice, to distract herself from the pain, but the only thing that came to mind right then was the feeling of standing too close to a bonfire.

“Fooourrr… maa…aaster!” She began crying, and as Flin continued to strike her unprotected bottom with the switch, her sobs turned to howls as the tears continued to fall.

As they got into the higher numbers, Flin varied his speed, and Laila never knew when to expect the next one, with some happening in short succession and others being minutes apart. They reached fifteen, and Laila went limp in her bindings, still sobbing, hoping Flin would untie her now. Her pussy was soaked and she was barely able to believe that she craved his attentions, despite the pain of her punishment. She gasped as she felt something pressing at the entrance to her back passage.

“What’s that, master?”

“Your butt plug. You’re very wet, my dear.” Flin continued working it into her. She hated the part where it went in. It was the hardest. Until it came back out again, anyway.

 

What happens next? Find out in Her Daddy and Her Master!
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